The Love Of Soccer

Get Training

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Adam's POV

"What?" Everyone asked me.

"What was that about? Who called?" Anna asked.

"Zidane" I replied.

Anna didn't reply. Her mouth hung open, and she brought her hands up to cover it.

"What did he call about?" Tristan asked.

"Well, as you may already know, popular men's football clubs are signing girls for a season. Once the seasons over, they may keep the girls, or they won't. And my dad was able to contact Zidane, and I talked to him about Anna. I told him about how she could be one of the best if she trains with Real Madrid for a month, and Zidane agreed to come watch her play. Although she doesn't have any games, he's going to come watch her at practice. This Sunday. And if he's interested, he'll sign you, right there, right then." I answered. Everyone was shocked. Especially Anna.

"Wait, this Sunday?" She asked.

"Yeah, and this Sunday you have double training so he'll see your forwarding and Goalkeeping." I smiled.

"Oh my god Adam!" She screamed and hugged me. "That's amazing! We have to start training!"

"Yeah, we only have 4 days left. Including Saturday." I said.

"We'll how about we continue playing soccer, and everyone will go really hard core on Anna so right now she'll get a little bit of training?" Liam offered. Everyone agreed. Anna would play keeper for 5 minutes then forward, then defense. All for 5 minutes. We didn't have any midfield though, but she'd be fine.

We played and played. It was really fun actually, except when Tristan got the ball and scored. Every time he scored, Anna wasn't in net. Dylan, Liam and Iman felt like they were just extras. Just in the background. It felt like it was just me and Tristan fighting for Anna.

Once Anna was in net again, no one scored. Her team didn't score on us, and we couldn't score on her. After a few billion attempts, Tristan stopped us.

"Okay guys, even though I'm a volunteer I have to be responsible and all that blah blah, so time to get changed. And here, boys and girls have seperate changerooms. So boys, please don't go in the girls changeroom." He laughed, and then we all laughed.

Iman and Anna went to get changed, and the boys and I all went into our changroom. Tristan did some keep - ups while he waited for the next class.

Dylan, Liam, and I all changed pretty quickly, and we were out in 3 minutes. Meaning we had 10-15 minutes to wait.

Anna was out in 10 minutes. She had her shorts on, with her hoodie and her turfs. I loved her turfs. They looked like the cleats neymar wore in FIFA world cup- Brazil.
Man that was a depressing world cup. Portugal was out so fast, and then neymar had his injury. I cringed at the thought. I hated that world cup to be honest. Except Anna likes Neuer, so I guess she wasn't as disappointed as I was.

Once I finally broke out of thought, I saw Anna and Tristan talking. I slowly, and quietly moved closer so I could listen in.

"Hey what's your insta?" Tristan asked Anna. And she told him. I was getting kind of worried that Tristan would be some competition for me. So I decided to talk to Anna.

"Wanna bounce around?" I asked. And at that question I burst out laughing, so did she. But she never denied. "I'll take that as a yes" I said as I grabbed her hand and jumped around with her. I did a backflip, and she just watched. Countless times she said she couldn't, but I knew she could.

As I was trying in courage her, the bell rang.

"She you guys tomorrow" Tristan said as we made our way to out last period class. He gave Anna a smile, and this time, he also gave me one. Maybe I'm I over exaggerating how bad this guy is... I don't think he's actually that bad, and can I blame him for liking Anna? She's so perfect. I smiled back at him, as did Anna. And we made our way to the last class of the day, Art.