(Lucy Bronze and Ona Batlle)
By afternoon, Lucy had made her way to the stadium, her excitement turning to nervousness as she put on Ona's jersey. She pulled a cap low over her head, hoping to blend in. Taking her seat in the stands, she felt the familiar buzz of pre-match energy fill the air. It was a sea of fans, each dressed in red and blue, eagerly awaiting the team's entrance.
Finally, Ona's team ran onto the field. Lucy's heart swelled with pride as she watched her girlfriend stride onto the pitch, fierce and focused. She knew the challenges Ona had faced to reach this point, the long hours of training, the mental fortitude it took to stay at the top. And now, here she was, under the bright Barcelona sun, ready to give her all.
For the next hour and a half, Lucy cheered with everything she had, her voice joining the roar of the crowd. Every time Ona touched the ball, Lucy's heart seemed to beat a little faster. She was in awe, not just of Ona's skill but of her determination and presence on the field.
