Dinero-Pedri Gonzalez

Morning before the game

The morning before the match dawned. I was very excited. We had to leave early, in order to arrive at the field at 8 o'clock. The match started around 16 o'clock (4 hours for those who don't count time this way.) We had to do the last training. We shared the pitch with the PSG team. They also had training at the same time as us.

This training was our last before the game. Of course, we will have a warm-up before the game, but we have to make the most of this training. I liked that, of course I wasn't happy that he was injured, but I was bored anyway, so at least I had someone to talk to.

Nevertheless, I had to do my job. I noticed that Pedri was dragging himself around the field during the entire training session and was constantly looking towards the bench. I was afraid that he might be injured, but it seemed to me that everything was fine. It was just as if he had been switched off. Otherwise, he would have always ran around the field in training. It was as if he was in a bad mood. It seems to me that he has been like that ever since we came to Paris. Maybe something was wrong. My job was to look after the players and find out if there was a problem and solve it.

I called him several times, but he didn't answer, he didn't even turn around. I thought he didn't hear me, but I realized that he was probably just ignoring me. Man, how strange he is. He ignored me for no reason at all. In the end, I screamed "PEDRI GONZALEZ" with all the voice I could use. At that moment, they everyone turned. Maybe it was a little embarrassing, but it didn't really matter to me

"What?" he came to me and asked annoyed.
"Why are you dragging yourself around the field like some old lady?" I asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied as he turned and headed back to training. I stopped him. I had to find out what was going on with him and get him back in shape. He's one of our key players.
"Is everything okay? Do you have any problems with your injuries?"
"I don't have any," he answered simply and coldly.
"To me, it looked like you had a problem with your leg, otherwise you wouldn't be dragging yourself around the field." "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't drag myself around the field. You invited me to talk for no reason, and I think you should look at the rest of the team, not just me."
"I'm not just looking at you, I'm looking at the whole team of course." Who does this guy think he is? The whole world doesn't revolve around him.
"I don't have time for this, I have to go back to training."
"You cannot return to training if you are injured."
"I'm not hurt." We literally got into an argument.
"We can't be sure unless we check." "Leave me alone woman." he waved his hand and started towards the playground again.
"If you keep walking to that playground, be sure you won't play a single minute tomorrow."
He turned and looked at me sharply, then said, "You can't do that."
"Of course I can. My job is to choose players who will play on the field 100%, not players who will drag themselves around the field and get injured."
"Whatever," he just answered.

In the end, I forced him to go to Maria.

As we walked to the office, there was dead silence. Pedri kept looking at me. I thought he was going to kill me with his eyes. When we got inside, Maria looked at us strangely, that is Pedri.
"What brought you here?" Maria laughed and looked at Pedri. I sat on the chair and waited for the examination to end. I hoped that everything would be okay with Pedri. I know how much football and this game mean to him. I checked the situation every twenty seconds. However, in the end everything was okay and Maria confirmed it.
"Everything is fine with Pedri's leg, he just needs to rest." Maria confirmed. I'm relieved.
"Can I go now?" Pedri asked as he prepared to return to the field to the rest of the team.
"You can, but be careful." I answered him. By the time we got back from Maria, training was already over and the team was going through tactics with Xavi once again. Pedri and I took our places. Pedri was giving me death stares the whole time. Probably because he couldn't complete the training.