Rough on the Pitch||Katie McCabe

🖤Chapter 3🖤

A/N: This one is more about her family life, and i think this one is really cute, and VERY DESCRIPTIVE. let me know though. 

After I was startled by the closet situation, I instantly went to the coach's offices. Walking up to the door I saw the metal name tag on the door "Gareth Taylor". Coach Taylor wasn't a bad Coach at all. One of the nicest Coaches I've ever had. I knocked on the door slowly pushing it open as I did so. " hey Coach, you busy?" I say aloud so he can hear me. "nope come on in Rylie." He says so laid back. " hey, Erm... So I was wondering Since the transfer windows open.... Maybe I could transfer." I said very nervously, as I was unsure of the reaction I was gonna get. " oh yeah. Erm Forsure, Where to?" He sounded a bit hurt at the beginning of it, But as he spoke it sounded like he was accepting my decision. My 1- year contract was up anyway. And he did speak to me about extending it, I told him to give me time to think about it. I've officially made up my mind. "arsenal." I say as confidently as I can. Most of the Managers that I've had, Knew my backstory, With my mom, who passed away due to cancer. she had pancreatic cancer. We thought she would have beat it, cause survival rates said it was very rare that someone would die from it. My dad died in a car accident, with my baby brother, On the way to the hospital to visit my mom. A drunk driver killed them. I mean WHO THE HELL DAY DRINKS! THEN JUST DECIDED LET'S GO FOR A FUCKING DRIVE! I still remember in court, what she looked like. I will always remember what that woman looked like. When I see her, She will regret even looking at a bottle. Because Justice wasn't served She only got 7 years. In London, Your supposed to get 14 years at least. She killed 2 people and got off with 7 fucking years. I almost killed her in court. That woman is the reason I had nightmares for 9 years straight. I still have nightmares about it sometimes. I am currently 25 years old. So they died when I was 16 years old. A year later my mother followed. 

After My family's tragic death, I went on a talk show about it. at just 18 years old, I sat on live television and talked about how my whole family died. after the talk show ended, The reporter came up to me, gave me a hug, and called me a miracle. I asked him how? he said that I had cheated death. He explained to me. "your mom had pancreatic cancer. Which has a 10% hereditary chance, which means you had a 10% chance of getting that same cancer. Your dad and brother died, In the car crash on the way to see your mom. But where were you?" he said like all this was obvious. "I was at soccer camp," I say finally understanding what he was saying. "exactly, you could have been in the car on the way to visit your sick mom. But you chose soccer. I'm glad you did, because now you're gonna make history kid." the reporter whose name I'll never forget... Rakeem Omar Hyatt. That man truly did save my life. Because not only did he make me realize, What a True miracle that was sent from the god above. He gave me faith and hope. But over the years, I let anger build up. So I used football to get rid of it. It worked, I was never an angry person off the pitch. But on the pitch, I've definitely had a few punches thrown at me, and have thrown a few as well. Which was also how I'd get rid of my anger. Fighting. Something about it made the world, less.. dull. More red, and alive. When I am fighting, I let my emotions handle everything.

"Arsenal? huh! aren't they a lucky bunch? Hope they can handle the heat you throw their way!" we both chuckle a little bit at the joke he makes. "Yeah, Me and McCabe, is gonna be a living hell for Jonas in training." I say still laughing from the last joke. "oh I'm already knowing. Arsenals will definitely win the league now though. They got two hot heads!" We both laugh at the joke he made. " yeah, I don't know yet though. it's doubtful will win the league." I say in a more serious tone. "are you serious? Every team you've played for has won at least 2 trophies with you on their team? Look, Moore, stop doubting yourself. You and I both know that you are the best player in the world. No matter what anyone says. and if they all could say anything, They'd agree. so Stop fucking doubting yourself and BE PROUD of what you've accomplished!" he says and I just smile from ear to ear, with this warm feeling inside. After he notices that I'm smiling he speaks up again. "You know how many trophies, You took from us! I was like Man I need that girl on MY team, Because That's just pure greatness." we both just laughed on top of the laughter that was forming while he was talking. "I used to have kelly and Houghton, and the whole defensive line thoroughly watch game tape of you And Basically Learn what you were gonna do. Do you know how scrambled their brains were after they watched your game tape? You did something different every time, They could never predict what you'd do. I think I even saw Kelly with a clipboard most of the time after the first time they watched you." this added laughter from the both of us, But then he got serious. " I know your mother has a smile ear to ear right now. And is very glad that you chose arsenal. I know that was her dream team for you. and Your dad... Man your dad, would have been so proud that the best clubs in the world want you. When you played for Liverpool back in 2012 while you were at training, your dad would sneak up here to Manchester City, watch me coach, and have a cup of coffee when I finished up. Your dad was my best friend. He always gave me coaching input, help me decide what to do with what player. The starting lineups. He was basically the coach of the team. "

Hearing all this just warmed my heart. He spoke out for the last time before he gave Jonas a call, letting him know he has a new player coming his way. " I made a promise to your dad, I said I wouldn't break it. So I thank you for picking man city as your team, Even just for the Season." he said proudly, but I was unsure of what he was talking about. "what are you talking about?" I said confused as hell. "The words he said to me that day we were having our last cup of coffee for the season are the words replayed in my head every time I see you play." he said just staring into space. "what were the words?" I said still confused as hell. "he said to me, Gareth you gotta promise to coach my baby girl when she's older. You gotta promise me that!" he said so dully. "hey, at least we made his dream a reality." I said smiling at what we've both accomplished for this team. " it probably wasn't his dream, but definitely!" He said smiling back at me. " It was Gareth... It was, he told me when I was 15, That his dream was for me to play for man city. Even if it was just for one match. He said just rock the baby blue jersey for at least one year, before you settle down at Arsenal for your mom." at this point me and Gareth had tears dripping all down our faces, Every little tear filled with ounces of love. " alright, well let's not ruin the mood of you moving to arsenal, with all these tears." he stood up and walked around the desk. Which made me stand up, as he pulled me into a tight hug. " go do me, your dad, your brother, and Most importantly your mama, Proud at arsenal. Okay kiddo?" he said still in the tight hug. I felt tears drip into my shirt from me, And tears fall onto my shirt from him, slipping past the cloth and touching my bare-skinned shoulder. "Of course Garethy, wouldn't mess it up for the world," I say as I was getting released from the hug. " I know you won't. I'm gonna gave to get Kelly, greenwood, and Houghton back on film duty!" he said laughing a bit trying to brighten the mood. "alright kid, Go get packed up. You're going to LONDON!!" he said loudly which made me laugh on my way out of Gareth's office.