𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, olive

❝ and the players gonna play, play, play, play, play. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Damn! Little, innocent Pablo really knows how to start a fight!

I've seen him play before. I've seen him angry before but right now is just next level! And honestly? It's literally amazing. I never thought I could be laughing this much.

Pedri, acting like his big brother as always, tries to calm him down before he punches the ten year older than him man.

I turn around to see Isabel standing in the stands, seeming just as angry as her boyfriend. They're really made for each other, these two angry birds.

I turn back around to see Pedri pushing Pablo away. Pablo keeps on yelling and swearing at the other player while Pedri pushes him back trying to calm him down before he gets a yellow card.

Which, this time, the other player deserves. Pablo was running with the ball, and about to pass it to Fenkie who had a huge opportunity to score and the guy just slid in between him, tackling him to the ground.

And that wasn't the first time that that same player attacked us that way. He already pushed Balde to the ground and took the ball away and almost knocked Robert out earlier.

I have no idea how he's gone card-less for now. But he sure as hell is getting one now. Not only did he interfere and stop a foul with a promising attack but he then proceeded to start pushing Pablo after he simply cursed.

Maybe Pablo shouldn't have swore but that doesn't mean pushing a player. Especially a player way younger than you.

The referee finally raises that famous yellow card we've all been waiting for. Complains from the rival team start up.

I focus back on the Pedri - Pablo situation. Pedri's somehow managed to calm him down. I've also learned that my fake boyfriend is very chill on the field.

He's really a calm, serious and composed player on the field, showcasing maturity beyond his years unlike his usual behavior.

After a good ten seconds of Pablo calming himself down. Pedri turns towards us, Xavi more exactly and gives him a thumbs up, as if they have this code between each other.

Sitting on the bench — which shouldn't really be named bench because these 'benches' are really comfortable sofa chairs — is so much different than sitting in the bleachers. You can see a lot more and have a different perspective from the ground.

The game has been on for thirty five minutes. No one has scored yet. I've literally analyzed every single possible movement that can happen in my head from the opposite team which is how we've got eighty three percent of the possession. Why we haven't scored yet? I guess you could call that the art of football.

The play has started up again and the tiny Pablo laugh moment I had is over and I'm back to a hundred and ten focus.

The goalkeeper is good, I'll give him that. But there's one thing, his responses are always almost late. When he's not expecting the ball to be on his side, his reaction isn't as quick as when we're pacing around on his side.

What I'm trying to say is to try and take him by surprise. Not give him the chance to immediately respond to the kick.

How to do that? Basically, take a big risk by roaming around our goal and somehow manage to pass the ball to the other side of the field and immediately shoot somehow.