I walk into the hotel room. Alexia is showering. I sit on my bed and just scroll on my Insta. Around ten minutes later, she walks back into the room. She has red eyes. I take a deep breath. It's better to not talk about this, we both need to focus on the game tomorrow. So we do. We both go to bed without saying another word to each other.
We stand in the tunnel of the Caixa Futebol Campus. Alexia wears the captain band. We both have our game faces on. The game begins and Barcelona starts good. In the 18th minute, Graham scores the 0-1 for us. We keep that score and are playing position game.
Guijarro makes the 0-2 for us in the 20th minute. With that score, we are now forced to defend.
In the 26th minute, we concede a goal, which makes it 1-2. We need to wake up. Alexia coaches us. Me and Alexia make good combinations on the middle field.
Right before half time, SL Benfica scores the 2-2.
We walk back into the dressing room and everyone is pissed of and tired. But we want to win this game. Jonathan explains things to us. Alexia gives us one of her speeches. I don't listen. I walk back on the field and the second half begins.
I get more and more physical with the minutes. In the 50th minute, a girl grabbed my shirt. I push her and she falls over the ball. The ref whistles and gives me a yellow card. I try to protest, but the ref threatens me with another yellow, so I shut up. They get a free kick. In the 54th minute we have a break out and Graham scores the 2-3.
Both teams have enough ball possession. In the 71th minute, things go fucked again. I got tackled on my ankles. Ref didn't call it. They were allowed to continue and they scored the 3-3. I hit the grass with my fist. ''COME ON REF!!!''. He shakes his head and I stand up again. Ten minutes later, Lucy scored an own goal. I know this gets stuck in her head, so I walk over to her and give her a short, but powerful speech. I get pulled by my shirt once again and I push the girl once again. I don't know if the girl understood me, but she did know I was pissed of.
''Who do you think you are?! Just play the fucking game instead of bothering me with your stupid fucking screams for attention yeah?! You are a fucking joke!!''
The girl shoved me back and my eyes shoot fire. I wanted to shove her again, but Alexia stands before me and I immediately stop. She looks in my eyes and holds my shoulders. She nods and then I do too. The ref now finally gives a free kick.
We continue the game. 6 extra minutes are added. In the 96th minute, Lucy Bronze scored the 4-4. The whole Barcelona squad runs to her as the final whistle is heard. We all celebrate and then give hands to the SL Benfica team. We thank the ref and walk back into the dressing room. I sit on my own, while the rest if the squad Is dancing and celebrating.
Alexia walks to me and sits down beside me. Her arm around my shoulders. I look into her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes. She doesn't have to say much, because her eyes and face say enough. I nod. I know she's proud of me. But I still feel bad. It feels like the bond between me and Alexia is one step forward, and three steps back. And that is because of me. And both of us know it.
A bit short, I'm sorry guys! BUT! The upcoming uploads will make you love and hate me at the same time! I know this was a boring part, but it was necessary for the story! So stay tuned for the next part!
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FanfictionYazmin Corta is moving back to her youth club; Barcelona. She is rejoining the club after having played for Arsenal in the WSL. She is excited to be back with most of her old teammates and to spend more time with her national Spanish teammates. Exce...
