𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 • 𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐢 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧

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I know I have good judgment,

your pov

I stepped off the plane at Barcelona's El Prat Airport, the early morning light casting a golden hue over the tarmac. As I adjusted my bag on my shoulder, I took a deep breath, allowing the warm Mediterranean air to fill my lungs. This was it. My new beginning.

I navigated through the bustling terminal, my mind a whirl of emotions. Leaving Arsenal had been one of the hardest decisions of my life. North London had been my home for the past five years, and the club had been my family. I could still hear the roar of the Emirates Stadium on match days, feel the comfort of my colleagues, and see the determined faces of the players I had worked with and later formed a friendship.

As I exited the terminal, my phone buzzed in my pocket of my jacket. I pulled it out to see a message from the old coach back at Arsenal. It read, "Remember, Y/N, you have good judgment. You're going to do great things in Barcelona." I smiled at the familiar words. Jonas had always been one of my biggest supporters, and his confidence in me meant the world.

A black car was waiting at the curb, a driver holding a sign with my name on it. "Hola, Señorita," he greeted me with a warm smile as he took my bags. "Bienvenida a Barcelona."

"Gracias," I replied, slipping into the back seat. As the car merged onto the highway, the city's skyline came into view, a stunning mix of old Barca and new. The iconic spires of the Sagrada Familia loomed in the distance, and I felt a sudden thrill of excitement. This was my new home.

The car wound through the city streets, eventually pulling up in front of my new apartment building. I thanked the driver and made my way inside, the elevator carrying me to the tenth floor. My apartment was modern which was how i liked it, with large windows offering a panoramic view of the city. I dropped my bags by the door and wandered over to the balcony, taking in the sights and sounds of Barcelona. I could see the Mediterranean glinting in the distance and hear the hum of passers by below.

I couldn't help but let my thoughts drifted back to Arsenal. The team's physio room had been my sanctuary, a place where I could make a real difference.

The countless hours spent treating injuries, the late-night conversations with players who were anxious about their recoveries, and the joy of seeing them back on the pitch, stronger than ever. I thought of my dear Leah, whose resilience and leadership had always inspired me. The bond we had formed was something special, and I know I would miss those moments dearly.

I was determined to make the most of my first day, I decided to explore my new surroundings. Quickly changing into a comfortable pair of jeans and a light sweater, grabbed only my phone and keys, and set off on foot. The streets of Barcelona were alive with energy. I wandered through the narrow alleys of the Gothic Quarter, marveling at the architecture. Street musicians played lively tunes, and the air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and blooming flowers.

As I walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. The excitement and trepidation I felt now mirrored the emotions of my first day at Arsenal. I was younger then, fresh out of university and eager to prove myself. My journey there had been filled with highs and lows, but I had grown into my role, earning the respect of my colleagues and the trust of the players.

My phone buzzed again, jolting me from my thoughts. It was a video call from Katie. I answered with a smile, and Katie's familiar face filled the screen. "Y/N! How's Barcelona treating you?" Katie asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"It's incredible, Katie. The city is beautiful, and I've only just started exploring," I replied, my excitement evident.

"We miss you here, you know," Katie said, her tone softening. "Training's not the same without you."

"I miss you guys too," I admitted. "But this is a great opportunity, and I'm really excited to be here."

"And we're excited for you. You've got this. Just remember, you have good judgment" Katie said, echoing Jonas' words.

"Thanks, Katie. That means a lot," I replied, feeling a surge of gratitude. "I'll keep you posted on all the adventures."

"You better," She teased. "Take care, Y/N. Talk soon."

I ended the call and continued my walk, feeling lighter and more assured. at ease. I stumbled across a cozy café and ordered a café con leche, savoring the rich flavor as I watched the world go by. The words of Jonas and my friend echoed in my mind, grounding me.

"I know I have good judgment," I whispered to myself, a smile playing on my lips. This move was the right choice. I was ready for the challenges and adventures that lay ahead. With a final sip of my coffee, I stood up, ready to embrace my new life in Barcelona.