Chp. 11

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Avery and I make our way to our place in the stands with a ton of other people also making their way to their own spot. I've never really liked crowded places, but football matches are my exception.

Avery sits down in her seat and so do I in mine, right beside her. Luckily our seats are second closest to the pitch, definitely have to thank Arda for that later. The two teams then slowly make their appearance on the pitch.

The atmosphere in the stadium is like nothing I've experienced before. And I've been to A LOT of football matches. The fans cheer for their respective teams, waving flags and chanting songs. Players from both teams encourage fans to cheer louder with big movements.

Players then start passing the ball to each other casually waiting for the long awaited semi-finale to start.

"Who do you think is going to win?"

Avery asks me, nudging my side with her shoulder. I look at her and give her the: 'are you kidding me?' look. It's quite obvious who's going to win. When Hakan, their captain looks so happy and carefree there's no doubting the outcome.

"Turkey, of course. I have no doubt."

I say confidently, as I search Ardas' face among the players, staff and other people on the pitch. I finally spot him but he's too distracted to notice me. I send him a message, instead.

"Look up, slightly to your right."

Arda pulls his phone out then looks up for a few seconds before he finally spots me. I smile at him cheerfully and give him a thumbs up. My smile drops when he gives me the thumbs down instead. What's that supposed to mean? Is he not well? Before I can text him he sends me a message.

"I'm concerned about Kenan; he wasn't focused at all in the changing room."

I read the message and then look down at Arda again to see him pointing, to his left, where Kenan stands. Kenan passes the ball to Kerem, but the ball ends up by Ardas feet instead. I giggle slightly but immediately stop when Avery tells me to shut up. Why is she so feisty? Jeez...

All that experience and he can't pass a ball because of me? If it IS because of me even. According to Arda: yes. But how is that my problem? I can't fix his distraction no matter how much of a magician Arda thinks I am. Besides I'm too far away from Kenan to talk to him or anything. Yeah I do want the team to win, of course I do but Kenan's not the only player on the team. They have tons of overlooked players.  

"Later"

He texts me and I give him a thumbs up. Arda runs over to the benches and throws his phone before finding his position on the field as attacking midfielder. All the other players also find their positions on the field, and everyone goes quite for a moment. If my phone rang I'm pretty sure almost everyone in the stadium would be able to hear.

Soon enough the whistle goes off and the long awaited semi finale begins. Immediately the roars from the fans start again filling the stadium and atmosphere.
Everyone player is pumped up, as they move with purpose, making sure to keep the ball under control.

The Swiss player Zeki Ambouni starts with the ball playing it to his teammate on his right. Immediately the Turkish players are on them, earning the ball in a matter of seconds.

All the Turkish fans scream and roar at the same time. My eyes then land on Kenan. The last time I saw him was that night where he just left without saying anything.

But I wouldn't really have it any other way. (denial) What would have changed anyway, if he would have stayed? I don't need him. He needs me! Look at the dude he can barely pass a ball! It's to laugh at bro!

But then again I kind of feel bad... is it really my fault? If I ask Avery then no but she HAS to be on my side so she's not really helpful. I admit breaking up over something so stupid was ridiculous but like said before it was a long time coming. It had to happen at some point, and it did. A little unfortunate it had to happen at the time it did but that's my luck. Or should I say Kenans luck...?

As stupid as it may be I regret saying what I said. Avery keeps telling me it wasn't my fault, and Kenan doesn't know what he lost and what not. But I feel like I'm the one who lost something. But I'm slowly putting the pieces together again, whatever it may be I lost.

I've always been a quiet and calm person to afraid to ask for help from someone else and always dealt with my own problems alone. Wonder why I barely keep in contact with my parents...

Yeah I don't think I've seen anyone play worse... he keeps losing the ball and his passes either fall short or too uncontrolled. I keep hoping for him to look my way and notice me but he probably doesn't even know I'm here. He probably thinks I'm just at home even though he told me to come. Is this way he asked me to come? To watch him play helplessly?

The timer was nearing the 20th minute and still no goal. Not going to lie I had expected a goal by Turkey by now but turns out Switzerland didn't get to the semi-finale for nothing. 

Andddd... spoke too soon.

They scored.
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Authors note:
This was written the day after the nations league match against Turkey and Iceland (cap), so took some of the goals from there.

This chapter was also horror not gonna lie. Hopefully the next will be better. Does anyone know the drama between Semih and the rest of the team? Like I don't understand why they treat him like that? Did he do something wrong?

This'll probably be irrelevant by the time it gets released or whatever but did y'all watch the Real Sociedad match against Barcelona? One word. Horror.
I was losing my mind while I was watching the last 10 minutes.😭😭

Do you love listening to music? Then download the app called: "AirBuds"!! Not sponsored! (I know I'm not funny, my friends tell me everyday😭)

Sorry for the short chapter, kinda just a filler.

Words: 953

Published: 22/11-2024







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