𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤, pedri

❝ for now i'm only people watching. ❞
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"Vamos!" I yell out as I score my second goal of the night. And probably the reason behind it is Olive and her freaking insane strategies.

The roar of the crowd echoes in my ears as I sprint towards the sidelines, fueled by the adrenaline of the just-scored goal.

I don't even wait for my teammates to follow me and congratulate together. I immediately rush to the sidelines where both Olive and Xavi are celebrating together.

They don't even see me coming as they scream in excitement at each other's faces. Xavi's ecstatic grin and Olive's infectious excitement draw me like a magnet.

Without a second thought, I reach her, scoop her up in my arms, and revel in the shared joy of that victorious moment. It's just us, celebrating success together.

"Vamos!" I yell again in her ear as I hold her tightly in my arms. I can hear her giggling as I hold her up in the air.

"Vamos!" She cheers back, in between laughs as I turn around in circles with her in my embrace. After a few turns, and me getting dizzy, I let her go again.

The whole team joins in on the action as we all get in a big hug with both Olive and Xavi in the middle. And let's not all forget, Pablo who's always late and decides to jump over us.

We might celebrate a bit too much as a team but scoring a goal is always amazing and so much more satisfying when we're all hyped up over it.

We break up the the group hug after a few seconds and everyone gets back to the field, ready to score a fourth goal, Marc Guiu scoring the second one when we came back for the second half and he scored in the first minute he was subbed on. Whatever Olive told him to do worked.

Four extra minutes show on the board. We've got this in the bag. The next four minutes, everyone is full on focused. You never know what can happen in football. Even with all our focus and confidence, lucky goals can happen.

The final whistle is heard after those four minutes with no real action apart from Pablo almost getting a second yellow card. We really need to humble that man. You honestly wouldn't expect it from someone that's so shy and sweet in real life to be such an aggressive player. But that's just cause he's a passionate player who likes to win.

We all rejoice together in the middle of the field. We're starting off the season strong. Hopefully, we'll continue like this and go on to win LaLiga and the Champions League.

While people might think that we've gotten a bit too overexcited over a dumb match, we've been told to celebrate every moment. Wether it's only a goal in a friendly match or a Champions League win, celebrate. Enjoy the little moments.

Joy motivates us. It makes us better, knowing our efforts will be congratulated makes you work better and harder.

A few years back, we weren't playing our best. People started hating on us, commentators criticized us, other teams and coaches thought that FCB has officially dropped down.

We did our best to work ourselves up to the top but it was hard. No one believed in us. And even though being a footballer meant ignoring and tolerating all the criticism, it still hurt. We were still humans.

Xavi gave us a long, detailed talk that we had to get back up to our original level, fight back again, be Barca again. And so we did.

We didn't accept the slightest mistake and celebrated the slightest success. And it helped. We were being ourselves. And we got back on our feet.