The search of a dream ( Thomas Muller FF)

Chapter 1 - Another mighty press conference

Monday, 28 April 2014

Tired and sore was what Thomas felt soon he woke up. He had spend most of the night in the hospital, trying to get his fever down. Yesterday had been his third day with fever and the son of a bitch just wasn't going way. He could have simply told Bayern's medical department to see him and give him some meds but telling that to the medical department would also put at risk tomorrow's Champions League match. Thomas didn't want to miss the match agaisnt Real Madrid nor be benched and watching the match without helping his team. So, now, getting better quickly and without anyone notecing that he had been sick was a great start. 

Right now, Thomas felt more or else but he was conscious that it wasn't going to last long. If he wanted to be 100% he needed to rest and stay home however he couldn't do that, not now when they were a day away from a very important match. Train and play were what he wanted the most. 

He was eating his last bites of his breakfast when his girlfriend came into the kitchen. She looked  at him concerned just like she did yesterday at the hospital. "Thomas, where in the world do you think you're going? You've got a fever what you need is staying home and rest."

"You know that's not going to happen, we've talked about this yesterday." Thomas said while putting his plate in the sink. "I should get going, I'm late for training."

"Thomas, you need rest!" Kristen insisted, speaking louder and in a more serious tone, " You can't just waltz inside Bayern and act like your not sick." She came closer, looking right at him. One look at his face was all Kristen do to know that Thomas wasn't going to do what she had said, he had his mind set on going. She sighed hopelessly, " Why do I even bother lecturing you? Your mind is already set on going. Thomas, are you sure you feel up to go and train today? Do not even try tell me lies, I want an honest and sincere answer."

He smiled, putting his Bayern's training jacket. " Babe, I feel fine. I'm must better than yesterday. The prescription my uncle gave me is miraculous."  Thomas couldn't be honest with her about this, if he was she wasn't going to let him go to Sabener. Besides, he wanted to play against Real Madrid, he needed to help his team reach the final.

"Fine," she replied, still not believing in entirely. "  Are you  going to spend the day at Sabener or do you can manage to get home earlier?" 

He shook his head, " It's most likely to spend the full day there. The match is tomorrow and Pep wants to make sure that we are prepared. Plus, we still have a press conference after."

Kristen cringed immediately, thinking about what that meant. She hated those damn press conferences. She sarcastically asked him,  "That's just great, isn't it?"

Thomas rolled his eyes, ignoring her comment. He knew why she had reacted like that and why she had always hated when he did press conferences. It was the protocol for any Champions League match, in fact, to every match in every competition.  was annoyed but it was protocol in any Champions League match. Besides, there was no point in discussing that subject with her over and over again. Her mind was already made about that issue. " Kristen, I don't have time for this. I might even not get chosen to do the press conference. So, don't go ballistic on me. And, if I'm chosen, I'll promise to behave my best."

He got out of the kitchen, Kristen followed him while saying, " That's fantastic, Thomas? Isn't it?" She then changed to a more serious voice tone, " Don't lie, please. You always say that but then what actually happens is very different. You never contained yourself one single time when she's in the room."

"I'm not that kind of guy that stands still and listens, Kris." Thomas shot, picking his car keys from the sofa. Then he looked at his girlfriend and said, " She might not even be there today." He knew was he was saying was probably not gonna happen but he needed to tell Kristen something. She needed to calm herself down.