| sergio ramos's pov |
'i had fun today.' i say as we walk down the beach, hands in my pockets.
'me too, it's such a shame we live so far away.' she says sighing. my phone vibrates in my pocket and i take it out of my pocket. i have over twenty missed calls from zidane and my teammates
zidane : where the fuck are you sergio? the game starts in twenty five minutes!
'shit, i'm going to be late.' i say out loud.
'late for what?' asks adira confused.
'to an important meeting. look i had an amazing time but i really have to go.' i say quickly kissing her cheek and running to the car i borrowed. i get into the car and drive to the rcde stadium.
'where the hell were you?' says zidane as i walk into the locker rooms as the other teammates are all waiting for me, already dressed.
'i was busy and didn't realise what time it was.' i say taking off my shirt and putting on my jersey.
'how do you just forget you have a game today at six? i don't know what's on your mind lately sergio but it's not good.'
'i think i know.' says alvaro smirking.
'shut the fuck up.' i hiss.
'whatever the reason is, just make sure it never happens again understood?' he says pointing his finger at me. i nod and he leaves the room.
'alvaro, why did you say that?' i ask him.
'chill sergio, it's not that deep.' says cristiano rolling his eyes, 'how was she anyways?'
'what do you mean?'
'adira. we all know you went to see her, don't play dumb with us.'
'she was alright, okay? can i just get dressed in peace now? i'm already late as it is, thanks.'
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it's the eightieth third minute and it's currently one-one. i frown at the memory of leaving adira so suddenly that i didn't even notice pepe and marcelo wave their hands at me.
'ramos! the ball!' they shout and i snap out of my thoughts as an espanyol player runs straight past me and kicks the ball into the back of the net.
'fuck.' i say groaning as the score is now two-one.
'by the looks of zizou's face, he isn't happy with you.' says cristiano tapping my shoulder. i look over to where he's standing and he's standing there with his arms crossed. if looks could kill i would be slaughtered.
i notice one of the assistant refs holding up the substitution board showing the number four and number five. i give the captain band over to marcelo and i walk over embarassed and high five rafaël with both hands. i take my jersey off and they hand me a bottle of water as i sit down.
the game ends in two one meaning my mistake caused us the loss. we're currently in the locker rooms, chatting among ourselves.
'godo job today boys.' says zidane walking inside.
'but boss, we lost.' says gareth making some of us groan.
'alright gareth, i know. we are currently third in the league behind atletico and barcelona. this is just a bump in the road, we can still win the treble. we're real madrid, the best club in the world. halà madrid!' (as a culé this hurt my heart so much to write omg but força barça)
'he was chill about that, someone's not right. normally he's so extra about the simplest of things.' says cristiano.
'since when do you talk like a teenager?' asks james to cristiano.
'what do you mean?'
'all these extra, chill and it ain't that deep. you never used to talk like that?'
'i'm thirty one james, maybe i want to fit in with the kids some more.' he says making james pull a face.
'what?' he asks.
'please never say that again.'
i laugh at james and cristiano. no wonder why certain fans think they're together, they act like an old married couple.
'anyways lover boy, how's your girl?' asks karim putting his arm around his shoulder.
'your girl? you have a girlfriend?' asks toni.
'no i don't! she's just my friend.' i say putting my hands in defence.
'she's actually the reason we lost today.' says alvaro.
'whoa, she must be pretty special then. i mean we all know sergio is quite the ladies man.'
'that was before! now i'm just looking for someone that i can make happy. my days of being a bit of a player are over. and they've over for years.'
'you really like her don't you sese?'
'i mean yeah she's nice and beautiful and funny. and she's really adorable because she often mumbles to herself and laughs at the most stupid of things.'
'ah little sese has a crush!' says gareth laughing.
'maybe i do, maybe i don't. i don't know her well enough to judge my feelings but there's a also a big problem.'
'what's that?'
'she hates footballers.'
