𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢

18 - end game ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

★── 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢 ──★

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 been about a month since my arcade date with Jude, and that kiss never leaves my mind for even a second. We've been on more dates after that but the very first one is always the most memorable, anyways, now, the day of the match against Girona dawned after weeks of planning.

It wasn't just any ordinary match day, it was a momentous occasion filled with anticipation and fervor. This match could make us one step closer to winning the Spanish League, Real Madrid was in first place and Girona was a close second only 3 points behind, meaning if they won today we would be tied so it's a pretty big deal.

Heading to the stadium, I was greeted by the sight of bustling streets of the capital, alive with the hum of eager fans and the white or red colors of team scarves and banners. The scene was electric, crackling with hope for what promised to be an epic showdown on the field.

Taking my seat in the stands, I joined the chorus of voices that spread throughout the stadium, a symphony of cheers and chants that echoed off the walls. From my vantage point, I could see Jude and the rest of the team warming up on the field, their persistence visible even from a distance.

As the match kicked off, the tension in the air was extreme, each play and pass met with a collective gasp or roar from the crowd. But amidst the intensity of the game, there was a sense of unity among the fans, a shared passion that bound us all together in support of our team.

With every sprint, tackle, and shot on goal, I found myself cheering louder, my voice blending seamlessly with the rest of sounds that filled the stadium. And as Jude, Vinicius and their teammates fought valiantly on the field, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride swell within me, knowing that I was part of something truly special.

The match progressed and the tension mounted, the score hanging in the balance as both teams battled fiercely for victory. And then, in a moment of sheer brilliance, Jude seized the opportunity and scored the winning goal, sending the crowd into a frenzy of jubilation and celebration. Jude really is on fire, he's already scored 20 goals this season.

As the match against Girona reached its pinnacle, the anxiety in the stadium was heavy, each moment pregnant with expectancy. But amidst the fervor of the game, there was another spectacle unfolding one that would never be forgotten.

The Real Madrid team, had conspired with Jude to orchestrate a moment that would be remembered for generations to come. Also, I think they took this opportunity since my Dad was ill and couldn't go to the match tonight, just in case they got told off.

With each passing minute, the anticipation mounted, setting the stage for a grand gesture that would leave an indelible mark on us all.

As the clock ticked away, Jude stood poised on the sidelines, his eyes gleaming with determination and love. Beside him, his teammates, decked in their iconic white jerseys, exchanged glances, their excitement barely contained.

The crowd, sensing that something extraordinary was about to unfold, their collective gaze fixed on the that was about to transpire.

And then, as the match reached its peak, Jude seized the moment with the finesse of a seasoned performer, his voice cutting through the roar of the crowd like a clarion call. The stadium fell silent, a hush descending over the throngs of spectators as they awaited the revelation that was about to go down.