interdit, ˚⊹ jules koundé

𝟎𝟎𝟓.

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

as he wasn't allowed to even attend any la liga, copa del rey or uefa league men's games, jules sorely missed the atmosphere of being alongside the red and blue shirts dancing beneath a full stadium, with their raw emotions and uplifting cheers.

and so he settled for the next best thing; sitting pitch-side attending the vivacious fixtures captained by the one and only aline amayou. 

there was still an innate hostility between the two defenders, but neither party wanted to acknowledge the fact that what they hated the most about each other was how similar they were. 

especially after jules had come to learn she was actually french, and played for the equipe de france just like him. with her dark skin, and thick francophone accent; she could have been from a range of different places. and so the realisation had never struck him, like it did the day he had furiously researched all her player profiles in search of any faults or weaknesses he could taunt and humiliate her with - like she had done tp him when he first joined their sessions.

and moreover, whether jules liked it or not, after surfing through page after page, witnessing her in training without his judgement being clouded by their relentless bickering, and ultimately presenting himself at their matches; he had come to realise she really was a formidable player. 

he admired the way her actions clearly decided the direction of the game; not only for her own teammates but for that of her opponents too. every out-field player monitored her every move, either elated as her teammates, or irritated as her opposition by the fact she always seemed to be two steps ahead of everybody. 

it was becoming more and more apparent to jules why she was their captain; yet he knew he'd take this revelation to the grave. 

he gazed in anticipation as aline lead their team out for the second half of the match, yearning to run out on the pitch alongside them. the more he spectated, the more he deep down wished he could play a match for the women's team.

the players themselves were less conscious of their public appearance, only wanting to focus on the game. the fans that attended were perhaps just a few negligible notches less enthusiastic, but they were also considerably less prejudice than the fans who attended male la liga fixtures. 

and deep down, jules greatly envied that.

his train of thought had distracted him from the game, and he was brought back to reality by an eruption of cheers from the home fans. he glanced at the scoreboard gleefully, as he recognised that barcelona were now one nil up ahead of atlético madrid. 

he drew his attention away from the board, and back to the green and white stage in which his teammates waltzed upon in idyllic rhythm. 

as atlético went to restart the ball, he felt a familiar, striking stare burning holes in his head from the right. in his peripheral, he assimilated the noteworthy captain's armband and smirked, not giving her the satisfaction of staring back. when the ball fell back into play, he allowed himself to sneak a glance at the captain.

he studied the way her body moved, how her hips twisted and turned while she tricked her opponents into thinking she was heading one way, before she'd either launch a through ball to a teammate, or dribble the other way herself.

the game ended, with no more goals scored. yet a miraculous deflection from aline had occurred in the eighty-ninth, minute against atlético's respectable attempt to equalise.

she walked over to jules, clutching her player of the match trophy. although she hadn't scored, unsurprisingly as a centre-back, the award was indefinitely deserved as she was the sole reason all of the opposition's attempts reigned unsuccessful.

aline waved the trophy in his face. "this is something you might get when you stop confusing football with ufc." she grinned.

jules rolled his eyes, but it was entirely light-hearted. perhaps it could be inferred, that he was somewhat proud of the captain. "good game, aline. although a word of advice - try not to stare at me so much next time, and just keep your eyes on the ball."

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