A Reporter | Antoine Griezmann

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Shouting. screaming. Running. Jumping. He was celebrating a goal he scored that made them win with that extra 3 minutes time that broke down the tie.

He starting showing his back focusing on his name and number on the back "Neymar Jr 10". Then he took his shirt off and started flexing with his abs, showing the body that was filled with tattoos that had many meanings in many different types of ways. making fun of the opponent, Dancing around like w true Brazilian that had the dancing genes in all of his body.

"Scored by Neymar Jr, assisted by Diago silva. The tie breaker PSG 1-0 Barcelona at 90'+3 " the stadium's speakers were on covering the screaming sound of the fans that there lungs might breakdown due to the unbearable screaming that took over the stadium.

"VAMOS BRASILEIRO, NEY OH NEY" the people around us were screaming, they made it clear who they came to support here.

The screen was having Neymar celebrating doing a bow down but the suddenly his teammates started jumping on him as if they were tapping on his head a 'thank you' .

They held him and threw him rapidly up and down till they bought a champagne bottle and showered Neymar with it.

I've never got to see him upclose that much, it's the first time for me to be this close to the players, they were celebrating next to me.

They were to close that I can see there sweat dropping off their faces, the glimpse of proudness in there eyes, ther veins that were shown as a type of proudness, the texture of the Jersey that they were wearing was fully on display for me. The mixed smells due to the cologne and sweat. I can hear their voices separately, the manly voices that were screaming from joy.

After a minutes of celebrating the team wanted to go to the inside of the stadium were they celebrate together with their families, but the fans wanted something else. They wanted to have their shoes, their jersey's, their captain logo, or even to have a signature or to give them gifts.

The team was spreading around like usual in a quick way to get their pass in to their rooms after this match, but they threw some signatures around, took some pictures, gifts and even gave away some Jersey's that they had there colonge and sweat on it.

"Neymar a selfie please" the little boy next to me asked Neymar as he was passing by me. He smiled and stopped for a selfie pausing for it. When he finished he patted the head of the boy and made eyecontact with me, he recognised me, how did I know? He smiled and winked at me.

Good thing I'm well known here now to be in the first rows in this staduim, be this close to the players, get recognised by one of the most important ones in the group, it's a dream every girl wishes for.

It was already 12:00 A.M after the match was done, I went home late. Arrived at 01:13, took a shower, did my skincare and opened my phone to check on my Instagram. Normal thing to do before going to bed.

I went through the notification list and saw that a verified account had followed me, I was shocked by the name. Neymar? Well he should know me and he did, he did by recognising me. But did search for me to follow me? Oh my days.

I went to check my messages, I want to see if he texted me, but he didn't obviously. Why would he? Just because be followed me I'd assume that he'll text me as if we know each other personally. We don't but I still have some type of contact with him, well you can't call it a contact since there isn't any sort of conversation between us, but I see him quite often.

It's a regular thing for me to see him at least once a week in his training sessions, dribbling the ball, passing it, scoring goals, running with it, having this hot tention between him and between the ball, like they're in a relationship bounding together forming as a one.

But what if he followed me by accident? I want to start a conversation with him, but I don't have anything to chat with him about. But I'll, nothing will happen, what could possibly happen? I'll give it a go.

angelinahart:

Hey, Congrats on your win !!

What a goal you scored there, I liked the celebration though :)

01:52 A.M

what a looser, there isn't any reason to text him. Why did I sent the messages it's almost 2 A.M.

I closed my phone put it back to the charger and took my laptop to continue on working on my documentary, it was almost finished and ready to be presented. I hope a get accepted because if I do, then I'll be part of the 'Paris Saint-Germain' club, I'll have access to everything and be the team's personal reporter. It's an extra point to me since I really love to take pictures to keep the monent saved and have a remarkable thing about it.

I'll also be able to spent time with the team and management, have my own personal psg room, clothes, cameraman. And even have my signature on my reports, or having fans for example, being known in public as the one and only psg reporter.

I need this job.

I woke up al 5 in the morning, I have to be in the Parc De Prince at 05:30, I set the timer by accedent at 05:00 A.M not 04:00 A.M. I have a work interview, I have to be there at 05:30 and I still haven't gotten out of bed.

The laptop is by my side, I was not done the documentary yet I have to put some final touches on it, almost done I'll do them on the way.

I dialed an uber to my location said it'll be there in 20 minutes, I have to get ready.

I brushed my teeth, let my hair on my shoulder but braided two small parts in the front and brushed it down. Did makeover to my face, little bit of concealer, mascara, tint, highlighter to make my face look awake, not that I've just wokeup.

I wore a short black shorts with white shirt under my red sweatshirt, took pare of black glasses and tucked my nikee white running shoes. I grabbed my laptop and phone and ran downstairs waiting for the uber, luckily it just arrived at my attendance.