Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

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Luciana's POV

It was an intense atmosphere as we arrived at the Estadio Mendizorrotza, home to Alavés. The stadium buzzed with anticipation, the stands filling up quickly as fans geared up for the match. I was with Valeria, our cameras in hand, ready to film for Barcelona's social media accounts.

"Think it's going to be an easy win?" Valeria asked, adjusting her camera lens and glancing at me.

I shrugged. "our boys have been solid. I'm hoping for at least a couple of goals to keep the momentum going."

The players were warming up on the pitch, Pedri and Gavi in deep concentration as they stretched and passed the ball between them. The team looked focused, and I could feel that this was going to be a big game. I zoomed in on Pedri for a quick shot, capturing him perfectly before switching to Ansu, Lamine, Balde and Ferran, who were playfully teasing and pushing each other as they warmed up.

The whistle blew, and the game kicked off. The first few minutes were tense as both teams fought for control of the ball. Alavés, with their home advantage, pressed hard, but Barcelona's midfield, led by Frenkie, held them off well.

In the 20th minute, Pedri made a sharp pass to Ferran, who dashed down the right flank, beating his defender with ease. He sent in a perfect cross, and Ansu was there to meet it with a header, burying the ball into the back of the net. The crowd roared, and I caught the moment on camera, smiling as Ansu celebrated with his trademark gesture.

"That's our boy!" Valeria cheered, not bothering to hide her excitement.

The team looked solid, controlling possession and creating chances, but Alavés wasn't giving up easily. Right before halftime, they managed to find a gap in the defense, and one of their forwards slipped through to score an equalizer.

"That was sloppy," Valeria muttered beside me as we filmed the Alavés players celebrating. "We need to tighten up in the second half."

At halftime, Xavi gave the team a stern pep talk in the locker room, reminding them that they needed to stay sharp if they wanted to secure the win. I wasn't in the locker room, but I could imagine the intensity of his speech.

The second half started with Barcelona pushing hard. Frenkie was controlling the midfield, while Araújo and Christensen kept things tight at the back. Finally, in the 65th minute, Gavi made a daring run into the box, passing two defenders before slipping the ball to Ferran, who fired a low shot into the corner of the net. The stadium erupted with cheers from the Barcelona fans.

"That's it!" I yelled to Valeria, who was also beaming as we captured the players celebrating.

Barcelona didn't stop there. In the 82nd minute, Pedri danced around two defenders and threaded a beautiful pass through to Ansu, who calmly slotted the ball past the keeper for his second goal of the game. 3-1 Barcelona.

As the final whistle blew, the team celebrated on the pitch. We recorded it all, capturing their joy and relief at securing another crucial win. The atmosphere was electric, and I could feel the pride swelling in my chest.

 I made my way through the jubilant crowd of players, my heart still racing from the adrenaline of the match. I spotted Ferran first, his face lit up with the thrill of scoring a goal.

"Ferran!" I called, rushing toward him.

He turned, and before he could say anything, I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. "Congratulations on the goal! You were incredible out there!"

He laughed, returning the embrace with enthusiasm. "Thanks, Lu! I couldn't have done it without the team. But it feels amazing to score."

"I knew you had it in you!" I pulled back, beaming at him. "You were a force on the pitch."