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🎶 How To Save A Life — The Fray 🎶
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📍 Allianz Stadium (Torino) juventus_news President Beatrice Agnelli arrived at the stadium one hour ahead of tonight's CL clash against PSG. Her boyfriend Dean Huijsen is back in the starting XI, following a cold that kept him from training two days this week.
user1 Beautiful as always 😍 juvefan101 I hope Dean is fit, we need him tonight user2 Dilara is so clear of her 🤣 umbi_lambs Ngl she is the hottest cousin I have user3 Anyone else notice she has been awfully quiet on social media? 👀
Today was the night. It was a hugely important game for us, for me. If at some point this scandal about me and two players of the team came out, and we lost tonight, the papers would make it look really bad for the club. It would still be bad if the scandal came out and we won, but at least we had the chance to celebrate a Champions League trophy at the end of the season. And I still hadn't talked to Uncle John, which made sitting next to him tonight a torture for me.
"Dean looks good. Heard he had a cold?" he asked as the players were warming up. "He didn't train for two days" I simply replied. Besides some superficial His and How are you doing?s in the hallways of the training center, we hadn't talked much, so I didn't know in which state he was. I tried my best to hide my real emotions from my uncle and our other relatives that had come to watch the game, but inside, I was a mess. It felt awful to have let control slip out of my hands - never again was I going to go through such a thing again.
"He's still looking sharp though. Your anniversary is coming up, you guys have anything special planned?" John asked and smiled genuinely. "We... haven't thought about that yet" I replied loudly, trying to hide the shakiness in my voice. It seemed like he was in a particular mood to talk about Dean today, not knowing he was pushing all my buttons with questions about how his parents were doing and how he was feeling about his pending contract renewal. Thankfully, he shut up when the game started, but we would have a lot to talk about at half-time again. About Dean. And Kenan.
In the 40th minute, Kenan had lost the ball in such a stupid way, not even an 8-year-old who had never touched a football would have lost it like that, which resulted in a very dangerous counter-attack by Dembele, but Dean cleared it away just as the Frenchman was taking his last breath before shooting the ball. He was shown a red card immediately for his dangerous tackle and my hands covered my mouth in shock.
Thankfully, Bremer appealed it with the ref, who agreed to let it get VAR checked. And after reviewing the material for seven (!) whole minutes, he revoked it and gave him just a yellow. Dembele had taken a bombastic dive, as it was shown that Dean never even touched him. But still, he was the last man. The heaviest stone fell from my heart, but there were still 45 minutes to go and Dean had a yellow now, he couldn't risk much more now.
Kenan stood on the pitch for those seven minutes with his head buried in his hands and his reaction seemed similar to mine when he saw the VAR decision too. This would have been solely on him if we had gotten a red and a penalty into our goal. As the players walked back to their changing rooms, I could see Dean yelling at Kenan and I wasn't so sure about it being just about that stupid error on the pitch. The score was still 0-0 and we had work to do in the second half. I just prayed that we would score a goal, but as we entered the 80th minute, I wasn't so sure that we were risking anything now.
But Kenan seemed to live a bit too much on the dangerous side of life this past week and started an attack out of nowhere, moving the whole field up with him instead of staying in defense. After a few nervous passes, as no one wanted to risk too much, he took matters into his own hands, and just shot from a 20-metre-distance - which somehow got inside the French side's net. The whole stadium erupted in cheers and I couldn't contain my excitement, jumping up and down and clenching my fists victoriously.
And when Kenan ran past our tribune to celebrate, he started intertwining his fingers in ways that looked weird to everybody but me. He was trying to form a star, stella, yildiz. My nickname. In Italian, for my closest family, in Turkish, only for him. And in that moment, it dawned on me. This man had been my first love - and I still loved him. Always have, always will. Just like he had said in bed with me.
The game ended 1-0 and Kenan was awarded the MOTM trophy. But in my unbiased opinion, Dean deserved that way more tonight, he literally saved our ass. As the players stood on the pitch, applauding the fans and soaking up the win, I made my way to the tunnel to clap hands with them on their way back inside. I was slightly nervous about that, but I had to suck it up, this was my job and it came before everything else.
Dean was one of the first ones to arrive and I shot him a small smile and extended my hand. He seemed to hesitate at first, but clapped it then. I however grabbed it in that motion and pulled him close into a hug. "For me, you were the man of the match" I whispered and caressed the back of his head before loosening the embrace. He raised his eyebrow, but his attention was diverted to Kenan who had just gotten inside.
He grabbed his jersey and pulled on it. "What the hell was that mistake? Where the hell was your head? Still stuck between my girlfriend's legs?" he asked through gritted teeth, trying to keep this conversation between us as much as possible. "KENAN!" a girl squealed and Dilara jumped onto Kenan's back and hugged him like a koala. "Oh, great! We're all together!" Dean scoffed. "Dean!" I exclaimed, sending him a glare to tone it down.
"What's going on here?" Dilara asked and now, I was a mix between a nervous wreck and an angry bird. We all looked at each other with gloomy faces, well, except for Dilara. She had absolutely no idea about anything. "What? You don't know? You haven't told her?!" Dean exclaimed and shook his head incredulously as he pointed at her. "Know what? Told me what? What the heck is going on?" the Turkish girl shouted and heads were starting to turn.
"Not here. My apartment, in twenty minutes. We will talk this out." I said sternly and pointed with my finger at the three people standing around me. Dean was fuming, Kenan looked simply done and Dilara stood there like a deer in headlights. Shit, I was sure that no person on earth would want to carpool in that awkward car ride her and Kenan had ahead to my place.
