Who Are You? The Football Manager.

Chapter 24: Blindfolded Penalties

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

*in the nararator of Spongebob's voice*

"months later..."

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!

*looks around to make sure nobody wants to stab me with a pencil*

...Hi guys...I UPDATED (after months, but still). But really, I'm sorry for not being able to update for so long, there's just been so much testing and studying to do (I took 3 SAT's while I was gone). I had planned to update a week ago but I got sick, so sorry :(

But somethings don't change because I did not spend any time learning Spanish or Portuguese, so guess what! You're still going to have to correct me if my translations are wrong. And remember, you can hit me in the head with a football if I say something stupid like "Football/soccer is only a low scoring game," or anything else like that because Real Madrid won 10-2 (I admit I was thoroughly confused when I first saw the score and made sure I was looking at the football stats, not the basketball ones.)

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE COMMENTS, VOTES, AND FOLLOWS I'VE GOTTEN IN MY ABSENCE, THEY ARE WHAT BRING ME BACK AND URGE ME TO FIND TIME TO WRITE! <3

So here's the long awaited chapter!

*ARIANNA's POV*

"Ok, the first half was good; we kept control for a majority of the game...we made use of most of the opportunities we got...but we could still work on that..." I stared up at my ceiling as I thought aloud; I was still at home, laying in my bed, doing a post game analysis on the Levante game. I had woken up early today, so I decided to get some work done. I looked at my phone; it was almost time for me to get out of bed and get ready for practice. Glancing back at my notebook, I quickly read through my notes again; Pep and I would use them to create new training drills for future practices, but today was just going to be a simple recovery practice.

Knock knock

I looked towards my door and saw Cristiano's head pop out from behind it, "princesa come on, get out of bed and change or else you'll be late for practice."

Nodding, I sat up and stretched my arms, only if I could just sit here and still get paid. Only if. I pulled my blankets off of me and instantly, I was hit by a wave of cold air, making me curl up under my covers again.

"Arianna, come on," Cristiano said, leaning against my door frame.

"It's too cold Cris," I said, wrapping the blankets around me so I looked like a gigantic, fluffy marshmallow.

"Don't make me come over there princesa..." I buried myself even deeper, preparing myself for his wrath, "ok, this is your fault!"

He jumped on my bed and started pulling all the blankets off of me, "NO CRISS" I tried scrambling out of his reach but his arms wrapped around my middle within seconds. I started squirming, trying to wriggle out of his grip but I was too late, I heard him laugh evilly before he started tickling my sides.

After minutes of me squealing and begging for mercy, he stopped and we just laid on my bed as we caught our breath, "you're mean," I said once I had calmed down.

"And now you're awake, my job is done," he replied, sitting up, "now get ready, I'll make breakfast." Cristiano pulled me off the bed before leaving my room. I resisted the urge to flop down on my bed again and went into my bathroom to start a shower. I finished getting ready a half hour later; I went downstairs to find Cristiano sitting on the couch finishing up his omelette as he watched TV.