Miss Piqué | Sergio Ramos

Chapter 6 - Game Days

Eleanor was standing in the changing rooms before their first match against Sevilla. Thankfully, they'd all gotten fully dressed before she'd been called to go in with Zidane. She'd be watching from the stands as she hadn't technically gotten the job yet, but she'd been invited to come listen.

She listened to Zidane's quick overview of their tactics and then watched as Ramos and Ronaldo both gave their own encouraging words. The atmosphere was palpable - a mixture of excitement and nerves.

As the players all passed her to make their way down to the tunnel, she was pulled into a quick hug by Marcelo, who she was becoming quite fond of. She got a shy smile from James, and an outstretched hand from Ramos. She shook it, smiling slightly as she said, "Good luck, Picho."

She made her way to where she'd be watching the match, not missing when Zidane gave her a small smile that resembled something like pride.

Being a culé, or rather an ex culé, she had me expected to want Real Madrid to do well so she was surprised when her stomach dropped every time a Sevilla player entered their box. She had always loved football and seeing Madrid play like this was amazing.

She felt proud of James as he slotted away the first goal of the game within 10 minutes, admiring the loud way that the quiet man played. As Toni took the corner later on in the game she hoped he had also noticed how the number 5 was unmarked, and sure enough, the corner kick flew straight into the path of Varane for their second goal.

She watched as Modriç went flying in the Sevilla box, and for a larger player she would've thought that maybe he was exaggerating but the croatian was tiny - it was stupid of the Sevilla player and the resulting penalty was expected.

James stepped up to take it, breathing hard but calmly slotted his second goal of the night. It wasn't a world class penalty but he'd done enough to displace the goalkeeper and she cheered along with the other around her as they celebrated down on the pitch. The game couldn't have gone any better.

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The next match was a smaller match against Granada. It was the first match that Zidane was letting her help with. He was letting her make all the decisions but making sure he led her through everything and he agreed. She was beginning to understand how he thought as they conversed about the tactics.

They were resting Sergio, who was important for the next Sevilla match and in his place would be Nacho who was reliable. Carvajal would be right back, as a player who knew how to get down the wing, as him and Marcelo could enjoy going end to end in a game like this.

Kovaciç wouldn't be playing, instead Casemiro as a more defensive player, even though Eleanor had found out that him and Modriç were in fact best friends still - they were still arguing about sweets. Grown men. Isco would be starting alongside Ronaldo and Benzema.

She'd been working with Ronaldo through the week on his free kicks. It was hard for someone like him to improve but when he found a slight weakness he was determined to perfect it. She had been taken aback when he thanked her for her feedback and asked her to work with him - she'd expected him to have been insulted. She had to learn to stop underestimating these guys. Once again she'd been amazed by his work ethic.

Ramos hadn't been particularly happy about not playing the game, though.

"Is this to get back at me?" He'd questioned her.

"No? It's because you've been working really hard and the physio said you need a rest. You're needed for the Sevilla match." She explained calmly although rather caffeinated that he'd assumed she'd let her personal life get in the way of her job.

"Right.. sorry." He'd muttered, casting his eyes downward but she just gave him a small smile,

"Just sit your ass down and cheer from the bench for once," she joked and he gave a small smirk back.

"Watch it, Romero." He warned, jogging off to return to training.

Finally, it got to match day and again she couldn't be in the technical area so she just watched as the tactics she'd planned played out perfectly on the pitch bellow. She watched with pride as the ball found the back of the net three times in the opening 25 minutes, a goal for each of the front three.

By the end of the match, Isco had bagged a brace and Casemiro had another goal to his name. Eleanor knew she was beaming as she made her way down to see the players. She was immediately enveloped in hugs from the players, she hardly knew who was who. The atmosphere was amazing.

Cisco ran up to her hugging her and picking her up, she ruffled his hair and the guy giggled he was so happy. She thought it was a shame they couldn't play every player in every match. Marcelo came up to her, clearly tired but beaming about the clean sheet. "You're a genius Hermosa, you better stay with us!" He half yelled over the noise and she found herself nodding - wanting to stay.

"Also, I officially challenge you to a game of Fifa tommorow." At the mention of fifa, more people started paying attention, and Sergio walked over with a list. It looked like a scoreboard. She laughed as she realised it was a tournament list.

"Agreed."

A/N:

I'm sorry that this is two weeks late, and it's a short chapter. I've got another one coming tomorrow probably to make up for it :)

She's beginning to love the club but next chapter someone on the team finds out who her brother is. You also have the second game against Sevilla to look forward to.

As always, thanks for reading!

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