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📍 Allianz Stadium (Torino) juventusnews Beatrice Agnelli was pictured arriving at tonight's game against Hellas Verona. Rumours of a romance with an academy player have surfaced in the past few days, but a source within the club has denied those claims, asking for privacy of the youngest member of the board.
user1 Please let it be Dean 😭 I love the best friends to lovers trope juvefan101 That's why you don't let women into football, they always mess up user2 I'm rooting for Yildiz, he's hot and so is she
Since Uncle John's visit, my brain was torn apart between doing the reasonable thing and letting this whole Kenan thing just pass away as an exciting fling/adventure and the other wanted everything with him: the house, the two shiny cars parked in front of it and the perfectly combed kids that had to be driven to school. But we were still so young, who knows if we'd ever end up like that, even if we tried our best.
As usual, I arrived at my seat in the VIP box next to the other board members and waited for the game to start. While the players were warming up, we enjoyed some food and wine from our catering. Only shortly before the teams walked out, we sat down and hoped for a good game. Verona wasn't too tough of an opponent, we should be able to beat them. But instead, the whole game was just frustrating. VAR disallowed a goal in the first and another one in the second half and I was throwing hands by now.
I started sweating when I saw Kenan getting ready on the sidelines to get subbed in. He turned around towards my tribune and inevitably, our eyes met. We were like magnets, the pull we had towards each other was stronger than any barrier in between. He smirked when he saw that I kept holding eye contact, which made me frown. He kept me on my toes like nobody else did - because usually that was my job. With him, every role was inverted, he made everything excitingly new for me.
Rugani left the pitch and they clapped hands, Kenan now sprinting into action and me looking tensely at the field, a few more minutes remaining. And just moments later, McKennie played the ball to Milik, who made a run towards Kenan - we all stood up, this had to be a goal, it was perfect shooting distance. My number 15 touched the ball and - it landed just over the net. "FUCK!" I shouted loudly and kicked the seat in front of me. That would have been such a perfect goal, how could he not deliver?! He was a forward for fuck's sake, his job was to deliver these finishes. If a defender would have missed, ok, but him - that was a no-go.
But thankfully, in the last seconds of the game, there was a lot of confusion in Verona's box and somehow, just somehow, Cambiaso managed to shoot the ball into their net. The scenes were unbelievable, he took off his shirt (and saw a yellow for that) while all of his teammates jumped on him and celebrated with the fans. I was throwing my fists in the air and shouting some swear words, earning some glares from the other oh-so-composed board members.
When the final whistle blew, my mood should have been great, but somehow, it was just sour because of Kenan's missed chance. And instead of going to the bar to celebrate with the team, I now still had to attend a last-minute board meeting about whatever. Probably the colour of the newly renovated bathroom tiles.
"Thanks to everyone for meeting on such short notice, this was an important win" our President Gianluca started as we were all sat around a table inside the VIP box' restaurant. Everyone nodded and hummed in agreement, waiting for him to go on. But it was our technical director who spoke up. "I just wanted to clear and vote with you on the takeover of player #13 Dean Huijsen and #15 Kenan Yildiz into the first team" Cristiano spoke and my eyes popped out of my head.
"Excuse me, what?" I asked surprisedly. "Excellent proposal" our team manager Marco Storari commented, earning nods and agreement from the others. "No, no, no! They're kids! They should be able to play in youth teams to develop for a bit more time! In the first team they'll end up being benched" I argued. "Or we will see what's really in them as they'll want to prove themselves" someone countered. "If I am not mistaken, you've also been catapulted up to the top league before gaining any substantial experience" he added and I was boiling inside, how the hell was he talking to me?!
"And when will they have the time to do so? They will get benched and frustrated, leading them to wanting to leave the club!" I exclaimed. "They can still go on a loan" President Gianluca replied and I scoffed. "That's not sustainable" I countered. "Beatrice, I think you're being outnumbered here. You should be happy for your friends and not hold them back in their career" Marco said sternly and I was fuming inside. Just because he had a 24-year-long career in football, he thought he had more rights to run me down here. No one was respecting me.
"Fine. You can blame yourselves when they'll be gone and we'll have to buy overpriced, mediocre backups" I scoffed and took my bag before leaving the room. I should have been happy about the victory and instead, I was only sour. About Kenan's missed goal, about the board not caring about my opinion and about the whole messed-up situation with my feelings. When I sat down in my car, before driving off, I checked my phone for new notifications.
Dean Huijsen 🖤 You still coming?
To say that I was totally not in the mood to go out and celebrate with the team, was an understatement. But I felt that it was important to show my support and so I started the Abarth to drive back into the city. I tried my best to put on a happy face when I entered the bar, already filled with the players, their friends and girlfriends, as well as other random girls that had gathered the courage to walk up and flirt with them.
My eyes found Kenan's again, damn that fucking magnetism that lived inside our bodies. "You don't look happy" he chuckled when I had arrived at the group. "You shouldn't be either. What the fuck was that embarrassing shot over the goal?" I hissed angrily. I really wasn't someone who could play happy when I wasn't. "What the fuck is going on with you?" he asked, sounding angry about my comment. "Oh, I forgot! Congratulations on becoming a first team player!" I added in a sarcastic tone.
He just raised his eyebrows in surprise and confusion. "I don't get that attitude of yours" he just said and shook his head. "Of course you don't. Unlike you, my whole life doesn't revolve around myself, thinking that I'm the best and everything should just fall into my lap because I have pretty face and pretty hair" I spat, now really getting riled up about everything. "Oh, wait, you can't accept that people achieve with their talent and hard work what you were born with, doing absolutely nothing for it. This is a huge achievement for me and regardless of whatever is going on, you should be happy for me" he hissed and I shook my head in disbelief.
"That's it, you will always feel inferior to me over something I cannot change. And it is because I actually care for you that I think you shouldn't be thrown into a pool of cold water. Look what happened tonight. The press will be merciful one, or maybe two times, but then, they will tear you apart - and the club for burdening you in your youth" I argued. "There we have it. No matter how much you "care" for me... or even Dean for that matter - the club will always come first" he spat and I stood there, dead serious. He had finally grasped it, thank the Lord.
"Whoa, whoa, can you stop bickering, what's going on?" Dean asked as he neared us. "Nothing. Congratulations on officially being a first team player" I mumbled before turning on my heel and leaving that damn bar. My heart broke for Dean, because I should have been here celebrating him and his promotion but instead, I had to argue with a boy who messed up all my feelings - and I felt like I could do nothing about it.
I stopped in the middle of the street when it dawned on me: the reason I was so riled up was because I loved Kenan. I wanted him to be the best, I wanted to support him, I wanted to make his dream career come true - damn it, no, no, no, I was mixing up my Kenan with the Juventus #15. There should be a difference between the guy I saw wearing the black and white jersey and the boy that made me feel like myself, like no one else had ever in my life. And until I couldn't separate those two personas, I shouldn't start something that would only send us crashing down into flames.
