Who Are You? The Football Manager.

Chapter 22: Give Him a Chance

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello all! I am almost 2/3 through summer break, but I did not spend any time learning Spanish or Portuguese; you're still going to have to correct me if my translations are wrong. Although I'm reading some super boring books for school...ugh. Remember, you can hit me in the head with a football if I say something stupid like "Disney princesses don't exist in real life," or anything else like that because Ivan Rakitić proves otherwise.

THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR COMMENTS AND VOTES!! THEY HELP A LOT <3

*ARIANNA's POV*

The stadium drowned my senses: fans were roaring, supporting their favorite team. When I put my hands on the seat in front of me, I could feel the vibrations of chants; when I looked around me, I saw thousands of white jerseys focused at the game in front of us. We were nearing the end of the first half and the game was still tied, scoreless. My attention was brought back to the game at hand when the mindless yelling turned into a coordinated chant. The thousands gathered together by their love of football started repeating one name, a name I had been so accustomed to hearing.

"CRIS-TI-AN-O! CRIS-TI-AN-O! CRIS-TI-AN-O!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo has stolen the ball from the midfielder and is using his incredible speed to make his way up the field, towards the goal," I hear the commentator say.

"CRIS-TI-AN-O! CRIS-TI-AN-O! CRIS-TI-AN-O!"

"He has two more defenders to get through before he finds himself in front of the goal."

"CRIS-TI-AN-O! CRIS-TI-AN-O! CRIS-TI-AN-O!"

"The fourth referee has added one minute of extra time; can Cristiano Ronaldo and Real Madrid come out on top at the end of this half?"

The Bernabéu exploded with cheers as the ball hit the back of the net and Cristiano took his celebratory stance. The cheers were doubled when the referee blew the whistle, signifying the end of the first half. I made my way to the aisle, ran down the stairs and hopped over the boards that separated the stands from the field. Cristiano stood at the edge of the field, with his arms held out for me; when I ran up to him and gave him a hug, he picked me up and spun me around.

"It's good to see you in my jersey again," Cristiano told me as we walked to the bench.

"Really? I was about to change my mind and wear Iker's..." I said laughing.

"No, you're only allowed to wear my jersey to games," he said, tickling my sides.

I squirmed in his grasp, "ok! Ok! Noo Cristiano stop!" When he finally stopped and I had a chance to catch me breath, I said, "that was a decent goal, by the way. But James could have done it better!" I ran to the bench and hid behind Sergio before Cristiano could catch me again. When I reach the bench, I say hi to all the boys and Mourinho and make sure Cristiano sits across from me as the team gathers around Mourinho.

"We did well in the first half, but we need to pressure more," Mourinho said, "tire out the other team; we are more fit than they are. If we pick up the pace, then they won't be able to keep up. Moving faster will also give us more scoring opportunities. Ok? Now go drink some more water..."

The team sat down and rested themselves for the second half. As the clock signaled that it was time for the half to start, I got up from the bench and started to make my way towards the stands again.

"Arianna!" I turned to see Cristiano behind me, "maybe you should just watch the game from the bench for the last half, or else the fans might not let you watch in peace."