" Tell your boyfriend he can pick you up here "
" Okay, thank you so much, Hervé "
" Here, you can use my phone to text Vincent the adress " he handed over his phone.
" Thanks "
" And here, put my RSCA shirt on " he winked and handed over the shirt too. It made me happy.
" Wow, thanks " I blushed and I put on the shirt.
Vincent, it's me, Clara, pick me up at Avenue 21, Madhigh.
Ok, princess!
Vincent arrived around 6:30pm and we left immediately. He did ask me why I was here and I told him the whole story.
Also the fighting part.
He was shocked but he did understand me. For the rest of the time, he hardly said something. I was wondering why. We did see each other hardly, but still enough for me. I know it hasn't been easy for him last days.
We arrived, went to the fanshop, ate an hamburger and went to look for our places. We were close to the field again. It was still 30 minutes to go before the match would start.
" Vincent, is something wrong? "
" No, everything okay, princess "
" I'm worried about you "
" You don't have to "
" I mean... Your parents are going divorce, your brother is depressed and your girlfriend fights people... How can you live with that? "
" Love, my princess "
" Love? "
" I love my parents, I love my brother and I love you "
" I'm so proud of you, I'm so sorry for getting you into my problems "
" That's okay, we'll deal with them together "
" I love you so much " I said. We kissed.
People who had heard our conversation applaused for us. It made us both smile and I blushed.
25 minutes later the speaker started screaming again! The audience screamed along, full of excitement and enthusiasm! RSCA had been playing so good last games.
Finally we were at the last player: " number 99, numéro 99, Stefano - "
The audience added: " OKAKA "
Time for the game to begin. The referee blew his flute and the visitors started. I was sure we would win, because our enemy wasn't the best, it was KV Oostende. But 10 minutes later it seemed like KVO wasn't the worst team we had played to. They were good. Really good.
Better than us.
I was scared. They couldn't win. But RSCA was playing so bad! Dennis hardly touched the ball. It made me feel real dissapointed. We lost our possesion most of the time, we didn't get any chance to arrive at the other's goal. KVO was always heading to ours.
Halftime, 0-1.
" Praet isn't good at the moment "
" No one is "
The match was really boring. It was like the players had lost their mentality. They didn't fight to win. The audience was getting mad and lost their patience.
0-2, we had lost.
" This was bad " Vincent said, while we were heading to his car.
