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THE CHAMPION 02
bobby's pov !!
it has been two weeks since me and my dad moved to barcelona. they have probably been the best two weeks of my life to be honest. we have spent almost every single day lounging around in our backyard by the pool.
today is a very important day though, because today me and my dad are going to camp nou so he can officially sign a five year long contract with barcelona.
at 10:36 am, marc picks us up in the same rolls royce from two weeks ago. the drive to camp nou is not as bad as the drive from the airport, this drive only being 38 minutes.
we arrive at the stadium, being greeted by who i'm gonna assume is an assistant or something but honestly i don't know i'm not good at these things.
everyone always expected that i was going to become a footballer like my father, but im not that interested in it to be honest. like yeah if he asks me to play with him for a bit in our back garden i will, but i've never thought of taking it up professionally.
we walk into the stadium, marc staying in the car to wait for us.
we get handed two barcelona jerseys with 'neymar jr' and the number '11' printed on the back. we get shown to a changing room and change into the jerseys.
then we walk to where my dad sits down and signs the contract and stuff. we take some photos, he signs the contract, and then we get a tour of the stadium.
as we are about to leave, we run into two of the players. they introduce themselves to us, and i have a conversation with the one that looks around my age, my dad having a conversation with the other.
"hey, i'm lamine, nice to meet you," the boy introduces himself, reaching out his hand for me to shake.
"hey, i'm bobby, nice to meet you to," i reply, shaking his hand.
"you look around my age, how old are you?" lamine asks me politely.
"i turned seventeen in may, what about you?" i respond.
"omg no way, i turned seventeen a few weeks ago," lamine exclaims.
"oh wow, happy late birthday," i say, sending him a smile.
just as he's about to to respond, my dad interrupts.
