Woso one shots

𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 ➻ 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗟𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗣𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

I slipped discreetly between the orange cones and plastic mannequins, my eyes fixed on my target. The late morning sun illuminated the Olympique Lyonnais training ground, with each player's movement casting sharp shadows on the freshly mown grass. The scent of cut grass mixed with that of sweat and effort, creating a vibrant, almost tangible atmosphere.

I adjusted my lens, the regular clicks of my camera capturing the fluidity of passes and dribbles. The players, focused and dynamic, were bustling under their coach's commands. Their intensity and technique were fascinating, and I tried to capture every moment of these sporting instances.

Then, amidst this impressive momentum, a silhouette caught my eye. Ellie Carpenter, one of the team's defenders, stood out with her commanding presence and fluid movement. Her feet seemed to barely touch the ground as she moved across the pitch. I shifted my lens to follow her movements, capturing her graceful and powerful gestures.

Suddenly, Ellie noticed the lens of my camera pointing in her direction. She adjusted her course and crossed the pitch with impressive speed, her stride exuding contagious energy. She headed straight towards me, a smile on her face.

"Hi!" she said, stopping a few metres away from me and wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. Her smile was warm and her eyes sparkled. "I've noticed you for a while. You're here to take photos, right?"

I lowered my camera, a bit surprised by her approach. "Yes, I'm the team photographer."

Ellie looked around, then turned back to me with a glint in her eyes. "Great! We're about to do a fast passing drill. How about joining us?"

I couldn't help but smile at her suggestion. The idea of moving from photographing to actually being on the pitch was intriguing. "Why not? I'm up for giving it a try."

I had never played football except for during school recess, but the idea didn't scare me. The challenge was quite exciting, and the thought of diving into something new exhilarated me.

Ellie led me over to a group of players who were waiting, visibly excited for the next drill. They greeted me warmly, and I immediately felt welcomed. Ellie quickly introduced me: "Girls, this is Y/N. She's a photographer, but today she's joining us for this drill."

The players smiled at me and greeted me warmly, showing an open friendliness. The drill began, and I found myself struggling to keep up with the rapid pace of passes and movements. Each pass was quick and precise, and I did my best not to lag too far behind.

Ellie stayed close, offering advice and encouragement. "Great job, Y/N! Remember to watch the ball and be ready to receive it," she said, making a perfect pass.

I tried to follow her advice, working to maintain a good rhythm. "It's much harder than it looks!" I laughed, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

Ellie laughed too, and I could see the satisfaction in her eyes. "It takes a bit of practice, but you're doing really well. Look, like this!" She demonstrated a fluid movement, and I attempted to mimic it, trying to absorb every detail of her expertise.

As the drill progressed, we began to chat more. Ellie shared funny anecdotes about her training sessions and matches. "Once, I tried to take a volley shot in the middle of a game. It ended with me diving into my teammate's arms. Everyone laughed, including me!"

I smiled as I listened to her stories, feeling more and more at ease on the field. "That's amazing! I've never tried that on a football pitch, but I wonder what it would be like."

Ellie gave me a playful look. "Maybe if you give up photography for football, we could try that someday. Who knows, it might become a new technique!"

When the drill ended, we were all out of breath but happy. Ellie stopped, looked at me with a conspiratorial smile. "You were great today. We should definitely do this again, it was fun!"

I smiled back, feeling light-hearted. "I'd love to. Thanks a lot for the opportunity. It was really an amazing experience."

Ellie waved before joining her teammates for a group discussion. I stood there, camera still around my neck, reflecting on this unexpected encounter. The bond that had developed between us was as valuable as the images I had captured that day.

As I left the field, I knew this day would remain etched in my memory. It was a moment where photography and football had intertwined in a perfect and unexpected way, and I looked forward to future training sessions and exchanges with Ellie.