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World Cup

Sorry It's so late. On the other hand I'm so happy that Argentina won and Messi was finally able to achieve his dream of lifting the world cup trophy. I'm rubbish at Spanish so I used google translate. Please correct me if I'm wrong. Also I spelt any of the name's wrong please correct me as it kept changing them.

– Messi –

Y/n Pov

I sucked in a breath as the game went into penalties. Mbappe went up first and as I saw the ball go into the net. My husband went up next and I prayed that it would go in, it would be his last chance to score during the final. I let out the breath I didn't realise I had been holding as the ball went into the net. I watched as he signalled to me that he scored that for me. I smiled as I watched Argentina score the next two while France missed one. It was all down to this, I watched as Montiel walked up to take the last penalty. If he scored, Argentina would be the champions. I watched as the ball hit the back of the net and the stadium erupted into cheers. I saw the team run to hug my husband. I cheered along with my children and watched him lift up the trophy with a smile on his face. I knew I had tears in my eyes.

After the ceremony was over I led my children down onto the pitch to congratulate their father. After he had hugged each of them he let them walk around and talk to the other players, which gave us some alone time.

"Te amo mi amor" (1) I told him, hugging him tightly and burrowing my head in his neck, "I'm so proud of you, for what you've accomplished".

"I couldn't have done it without you, you were the one that encouraged me to keep going after all the times we...I had failed my country. You were the one that helped me to go forward and reach my dream. Te amo mucho cariño" (2) he told me with tears in his eyes before kissing me.

I heard cameras go off all around us but all I could think about was Leo. We stopped to breathe and turned to look at the team celebrating. I saw Thiago and Ciro talking to Martínez about his save and Mateo laughing with Alverez and Montiel. I laid my head on Leo's shoulder with a smile. We wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. I couldn't be happier for the team, the country and of course my husband. Critics could no longer talk about how he failed his country, not after he won the Copa America last year and now the World cup.

1- I love you my love 2- I love you so much sweetheart

– Neymar –

Y/n Pov

I watched with sadness as Marquinhos missed, causing Croatia to go through to the semi-finals. I watched with tears in my eyes as I watched the team break down with sadness. I focused on Neymar and could see the raw pain and sadness in his eyes. I got out of my seat and made my way down to the tunnel to greet him when he came through. When I saw him I just opened my arms and he hugged me back. I led him away from the others and let him cry into my shoulder. I whispered sweet sayings into his ear and rubbed his back. As I heard his cries lesson into whimpers I kissed the top of his head.

"Do you want to make your way back to the hotel?" I asked gently. He nodded and stood up to go get his things from the locker room.

When he came back we silently made out back to the hotel. I wanted to say something but the fear of making it worse made me keep my mouth shut. I'd let him speak first and indicate that he was ready to talk. When we arrived at his room, he made a beeline to the shower and I just changed out of the kit and got into the bed and waited for him.

He got out of the bathroom wrapped in a white bathrobe, with his hair still damp but I didn't care when he laid down next to me, with he buried in the crook of my neck.

"I'm so proud of you, no matter what you think about yourself" I whispered. I felt hot tears soak my t-shirt but that wasn't important.

"T...thank you" he choked, "I feel like such a failure."

"Why do you say that? You scored the goal that kept Brazil in the game"

"There were passes I shouldn't have done and passed to someone else. Anything. I should've scored another goal or made an assist. There were..."

I stopped him with a kiss. "Stop beating yourself over it"

He nodded slowly and muttered about being tired before falling into a deep sleep. I kissed the top of his head once more before following him into dreamland. I knew the next few weeks were going to be tough but I was going to get us through. No matter what it took.

– Ronaldo –

Y/n Pov

I watched as Ronaldo made his way into the tunnel in tears and I felt my own running down my cheeks. I just sat there frozen in sadness. I knew how much this World cup meant to him as it was his last. My heart felt heavy in my chest and I could still feel the echo of the final whistle in my ear. The sound that ended the dreams of my husband for one more time. After sitting in my seat for another 10 minutes unable to move, I slowly made my way down to go and see him. By the time I arrived he was the only one there. His back was turned so I slowly made my way towards him.

"Cris" I whispered so as not to scare him. When he didn't respond after I called his name 3 times, I wrapped my arms around him and asked if he was alright.

"NO OF COURSE I'M NOT ALRIGHT!" he yelled spinning round so fast I lost my balance and almost fell.

"HONESTLY YOU'RE SO STUPID SOMETIMES! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE Y/N! YOU'RE NOT WANTED HERE!"

"I know you're grieving and upset. I'm upset too but you don't need to yell at me" I felt my blood boil, "I only asked because you didn't hear me the first four times I called your name".

"There was a reason. I didn't want to talk to you" he retorted, turning around and began packing his bag.

"You didn't need to talk. I only wanted to give you comfort but if you don't want me then I'll guess I'll just go. Call me when you come to your senses" I spun around and left the room, letting the door slam behind me.

I heard him call my name but I just ignored him. This wasn't the first time he had lashed out at me after a loss. Sometimes we wanted comfort, and others he didn't. It was hard to tell but I had always made myself available to him. As much as it broke my heart to leave him in that state, he had no reason to treat me like that.