AUGUST - pablo gavi

fifteen // pablo gavi and one of the many times he fucked up

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isa went back to barcelona after the spain v england game. she was upset due to the argument with gavi and the fact that she had to leave qatar instead of watching jude play.

but she couldn't think of that right now because she was walking onto the pitch to play valencia.

the 'barça hymn' began to play and we walked onto the pitch.

she spotted pedri , ale and unfortunately gavi in the crowd. she didn't want to see gavi nor speak to him. and she knew that gavi would probably try to speak to her after the game.

the game started and isa was playing in her typical midfield position. she was pretty mad at the fact that gavi was there and whenever she was angry she happened to play better.

and she already was.

isa had slide tackled a player at the half way line and was now dribbling toward the goal. she was about eighteen yards away from the goal but decided to take a shot anyway.

she kicked the ball and watched go closer and closer toward the goal by the second.

and it flew into the top right corner.

the stadium erupted into roars and isa ran over to celebrate. jana and aitana ran over with her and celebrated with the crowd.

isa considered making the letter j for jude as her celebration , but decided not to due to the fact that her dad would probably question her on it.

so isabella decided to do jude's celebration.

maybe 'bellagoal' sounded better then 'belligoal'.

the first half ended 1 - 0 thanks to isa's goal at the beginning of the game.

she walked into the dressing room and for some odd reason , her dad was there with jonatan giraldez.

their heads darted at her as she walked into the dressing room and her dad didn't look entirely pleased.

"isa," xavi began , "can i speak to you for a minute." he pulled her aside.

"what is it?" isa asked.

"you need to be better." he began and isa was pretty surprised about the statement due to the fact that she'd carried the team for the whole first half , "you need to be stronger and have better control. i want you to play like how gavi plays." he said.

isa's eyebrows furrowed. play like how gavi played? what did he mean?

isa had been compared to gavi by her dad on multiple occasions, but she thought that she wouldn't be today due to her carrying barça.

"but . . . i thought . . . i though that i was playing really well." isa said in a soft voice.

"yeah , well not well enough." her father replied in an angry whisper.

"i have a ballon d'or. gavi doesn't. if gavi's so much better than me than why doesn't he have one?"

"well , gavi won golden boy. so that makes him equally as good as you. better even." xavi pointed out and isa rolled her eyes.