(Lucy Bronze and Ona Batlle)
When the final whistle blew, Lucy felt an overwhelming sense of pride. Barcelona had won, and Ona had played brilliantly. As the team began to make their way off the field, Lucy stood, waving and shouting until Ona's eyes finally found her in the crowd.
Ona's expression turned from disbelief to joy as recognition dawned. She covered her mouth with her hand, clearly shocked to see Lucy standing there, wearing her jersey and cheering her on. It only took seconds for Ona to make her way over, and in one smooth move, she was climbing the barrier and reaching for Lucy. The stadium seemed to disappear as they hugged, the noise around them fading as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms.
