Alessia Russo Oneshot

Game On

You never expected to find yourself in this situation—a casual game of football in the park with Alessia Russo and her Arsenal teammates. As a fan of the sport, you often watched from the sidelines, never daring to dream that you'd be kicking a ball around with professional players one sunny afternoon.

Alessia, with her contagious enthusiasm and competitive spirit, had invited you to join them after a chance meeting at a local cafe. You had struck up a conversation about football, and she was genuinely interested in hearing about your passion for the game. It was surreal when she extended the invitation, but here you were, nervously adjusting your stance as she passed the ball to you.

The game was light-hearted yet intense, with the teammates playfully bantering and teasing each other between passes. Alessia's skill was evident, her quick feet and sharp instincts making her a formidable opponent even in this casual setting. You, on the other hand, felt like a fish out of water among these talented athletes.

"Come on, Y/N! Show us what you've got!" Alessia called out with a grin, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you focused on the ball at your feet. The defender marking you seemed to underestimate your abilities, perhaps assuming you were just a random person they'd invited to make up the numbers. Little did they know, you had spent countless hours practising in your local park, honing your skills in solitude.

With a burst of determination, you feinted left, then swiftly changed direction, leaving your marker trailing behind. The ball danced at your feet as you advanced towards the goal, aware of Alessia's surprised expression from the corner of your eye. In a split-second decision, you angled your shot, aiming for the far corner of the net.

The ball soared through the air, sailing past the goalkeeper's outstretched hands and nestling into the back of the net with a satisfying thud. Cheers erupted from Alessia's teammates, whooping and clapping you on the back in congratulation. Alessia herself looked equal parts impressed and amused, a wide grin spreading across her face.

"Nice one, Y/N!" she exclaimed, jogging over to high-five you. "I didn't know you had that in you!"

You shrugged modestly, still a bit stunned by your own audacity. "Just got lucky, I guess."

"Maybe," Alessia teased, nudging you playfully. "Or maybe you've been holding out on us."

As the game resumed, you found yourself more relaxed, enjoying the camaraderie and friendly competition. Alessia kept stealing glances at you, her admiration evident in the way she watched your movements on the field. By the time the sun began to dip below the horizon, signalling the end of the game, you felt a sense of belonging among this group of talented athletes.

Later that evening, as you parted ways with Alessia and her teammates, you couldn't shake the feeling of accomplishment. You had impressed Alessia Russo—an England international—with your skills on the pitch, an experience you would treasure for years to come. Perhaps, you mused, this unexpected victory was just the beginning of something extraordinary.