My heart is beating like crazy, as I run through the gate towards the entrance to the field.
I have a notebook and a pen pressed against my chest, as I enter the big field, which looks gigantic, filled with too much people dressed in two color themes - black and yellow and red with white.
Bayern.
I walk right around the corner where all the cameras are placed at. There are a lot of interviewers and technical people here to make sure people at home all around the world get to see one of the most stressful games on this field.
I think I might throw up. I can't imagine how the whole team is feeling right now, having to carry on their shoulders whatever ending the fate has prepared.
''Here you are, Amanda.'' Madelyn pulls my wrist and drags me past many cameras and wires.
''It's Alaine.'' I say, quietly.
The team is currently singing the hymn of Germany, holding each other by their shoulders, looking like a big family.
''We don't have time for some girls being late to such important matches! Either this is the last time or you actually say goodbye's to this spot in your career.'' Madelyn gives me a guide to start getting content for Instagram's profile.
I want to free my wrist and even slap that woman in face, but I try my best to not do that. I inhale three big breaths, and I pull out my phone and enter Dortmund's Instagram profile.
I start filming the very end of the hymn, including players and the crowd in the ten second video. I add some text and stickers and press publish.
''Now let the game begin!'' The dictator announces in the speaker.
Okay, fate, show us what you've got.
The starter of Dortmund's team isn't very surprising - most of the good players are out on the field. Except one.
Where's Jacob?
''Clearly not on the field,'' answers a camera man. I guess I said that aloud.
What has their coach planned?
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