dumb blonde | pablo gavi

07

Sarah loved the summer as a break between football seasons. This break from football was completely short and was practically not felt by her. And if there were competitions in international sports, Sarah did not take a break from football at all. And she didn't care, she wouldn't rest at all, because football was what she lived for. And even if it was wrong, even if she ended up with an injury, she didn't care. And now, when only the friendly matches were waiting for her at the club, where they would definitely put her in defense, the only hope was for the national team. To the wonderful Spanish national team, for which Hernandez prayed day and night.

And, what luck, the European Championship itself was waiting for her in the summer. Even while training in
"Barcelona", the girl knew that the national team was waiting for her. They will not put her in defense, so as not to risk it, Alexia's voice did not have such influence there, and she herself has a place assigned to her. She lived with the thought that now Jorge would call her, call her and say: you're in the game. We're counting on you. We are waiting for you, Sarah Hernandez. It would have saved her, really. Gavi had a world championship, which he was immensely proud of, and the girl wanted at least something in her life with which she could respond to this boy.

She was sitting in her room when Jorge actually called her. The girl immediately closed the door so that no one would hear this conversation, and fell onto the bed. With a heavy swipe at the "accept" button, Sarah put the phone to her ear.

— Hello, Jorge. — the girl's voice trembled, as always, when she talked to the head coach.

There was only depressing silence on the other side, and Hernandez tightened her grip on her smartphone.

Come on. Say it. We want to see you in the squad for the European Championship. Say that and Sarah will be jumping for joy for ages. Say that and she can finally rub Pablo Gavira's nose in the face again.
Say that and her parents will have one more reason to be proud of their daughter.

Say it please.

— Hello, Sarah. Well, how are you feeling? — the man tries to sound cheerful and relaxed, but he does it rather poorly. Hernandez notices almost immediately that something is wrong, but doesn't show it.

— It's okay, I'm not complaining. — the girl answers confidently, trying to give her own voice a joyful note. — Something happened?

— Listen, I need to talk to you seriously. — Jorge begins, and Sarah immediately feels everything inside her slowly letting go. She carefully gets out of bed, trying not to make noise with the old springs, goes to the door, turns the key in the keyhole. Just in case something goes wrong.

— Of course, I'm all ears. — the girl clenches her fist with her free hand in order to distract herself at least a little from what will follow. — I am listening really carefully.

— It was probably better to say it in person, but there's really no time, you know. — she began to be terribly irritated by this condescending tone that the man chose, as if he was talking to a small girl who knew nothing about this life. — About the championship. We thought about everything for a very long time and came to the conclusion that we most likely will not need your help. Sorry.

Then everything was like in a fog. After muttering unintelligible farewells and hanging up the call that dashed all her hopes, the girl burst into tears that she was unable to stop. It was all over, and it's not about this stupid competition between her and Pablo, no, no. Even if she really wanted to blame all the disappointment that was happening to her on Gavira, she wouldn't be able to. It is not his fault that she was not invited to the national team for the championship. It's not his fault that they put her on the defensive. It's no one's fault, but Hernandez needed to blame someone for all her troubles.