Football imagines (Misc players)

My grumpy idiot (Lisandro Martínez)

**GOATifte requested if I could write something with Lisandro, which made me very happy because I love him. I hope you all like it❤️**

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"Seven...great!"

You were relieved the match had finally ended after seeing your boyfriend's team concede six goals in just one half. But also, you were worrying about the state he'd be in when he came back. Being a defender, a score like that wasn't really good news.

A quick look on Twitter told you his haters were having a great time dissecting his performance. As if he was the only one on the pitch.

The drive from Liverpool to Manchester wasn't long, so you tried to stop worrying and got ready to prepare some dinner. His favourite food should cheer him up, right?

Though you weren't so sure. Not after that match.

An hour later, the door opened. Lisandro always called your name when he got home, but this time the only sound you could hear was that of the door closing and your little dog running to meet his dad.

"Amor?", you called, walking towards the door, where you found him giving some attention to the little animal.

"Don't bother".

There was no malice in his tone. He was just devastated, as you thought he would be.

"I made you some food".

"I'm not hungry. Thank you".

"You need to eat after the match. Even if it's just a little".

"I don't think I deserve any food after that", he muttered.

"Don't say that. It was just a freak match. You have been doing so well. You were celebrating winning a title only a week ago".

He just shook his head, moving towards the room. And you decided to give him some time. People only saw the hot-tempered player on the pitch, but he was actually a very sensitive person. And this match hurt him a lot.

When you noticed he wasn't coming back after going to the room, you went to check on him. He needed you even if he didn't want to admit it.

You found him sitting on the bed, staring at his phone. That wasn't good.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing", he said, putting the phone down.

"Were you on social media? You know it's the worst thing you can do after this match".

"I just...I was reading some comments. And they talked about me deserving a red card as well and then I saw all those screenshots. Always making me look like an aggressive player and I'm tired of it. Of them taking everything out of context".
"Your coach knows how you are as a player. I know. Who cares about random people on social media?"

"It's not just random people and you know it. Sky Sports are posting about it too".

"Like the idiots they are then. Is Carragher talking about how short you are again? You've proven all of them wrong and you'll do it again".

Seeing his head down broke your heart. He closed his eyes, trying to hold onto your words and let out a breath.

"You go back on Thursday and show them who you really are. You all do as a team".

"If I'm on the starting eleven. I wouldn't put me there if I was the coach".

"Well, thankfully you aren't".