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Saturday morning
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Michaela got out of her bed and changed into a pair of navy blue shorts and a white cami top. She walked into her kitchen and opened her cupboard, looking for something small to eat.

She opens a pack of croissants, takes one out, and then closes the cupboard. She quickly eats it before walking to her front door, she bends down, picks up her trainers, and then puts them on.

Michaela rushes into her bedroom and picks up her bag, which has her kit and shoes in it. She walks to her front door before unlocking it and walking out, she then locks it.

She walks out of the building and makes her way to her car, she takes her keys out and unlocks it. Her bag drops onto the passenger seat and she climbs into the car, plugging the key into the engine and closing the door. She drives out of her apartment's car park, making her way to Stamford Bridge stadium. She turns on the radio, listening to music.

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Michaela arrives at the stadium and she parks her car, picking her bag up and getting out. She locks her car before walking towards the stadium, she notices that some of her teammates are already inside, along with a few Arsenal footballers.

She walks through the doors and looks around for Hannah but she doesn't see her, meaning she's probably still on her way. Instead, she finds Leah and she walks over to the blonde. "Try not to cry when you lose today," Michaela smirked, nudging the taller girl.

"You're just jinxing yourself, Michaela. You're going to lose and when you do, I'm going to laugh in your face." Leah turned to Michaela, rolling her eyes but still smiling.

"Keep dreaming. Anyway, how much longer until the match?" Michaela muttered, grinning at her.

"It's nearly noon now, so... about two more hours. Good luck, yeah?" Leah replied, giving the freckle-faced girl a small smile.

"Yeah, thanks, you too." Michaela nodded with a smile on her face before walking away from the blonde and walking towards the female changing rooms. She walked in and noticed a few more girls were getting changed but she didn't say anything and instead set her bag down in front of her numbered seat.

She quickly changed into her kit and changed into her football boots. She switched her phone off and left it inside her bag, which she left near her seat. The brunette made her way out to the pitch, where she saw most of her team standing, along with her manager.

Michaela quickened her pace and jogged to her team, she stood beside Lauren James who nodded her head at her. As she listened to her manager advise them, she tied her hair up into a ponytail. The other team made their way out onto the pitch.

"Ladies, please do your best today. Now, go practice!" Bompastor demanded, giving them all a thumbs up before walking off the pitch and standing on the side.

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About fifteen minutes before the match started, all the girls went back to the changing room and listened to more advice from their manager. Some girls had gone to the conference room to speak to interviews.

Michaela took a quick drink of her water before standing up. She watched Bompastor give them instructions and tactics to beat the other team. Five minutes had passed and they knew they had to go out to the pitch.

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