The Football Academy: A Brooklyn Beckham Fanfic

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Emily

As usual, I felt the match-day buzz as my team and I went through our warm up drills at the pitch side. The match was due to start in five minutes and already the other team were getting into their positions. I called for a team huddle and as soon as we had discussed our tactics, we were raring to go.

The referee was just about to blow his whistle when a black range rover pulled up. It parked and three young boys jumped out followed by two men in suits: the scouts were here.

The game started and I automatically switched to my footballing attitude (that's what my mum calls it anyway, she says that I just disappear into my own little world during matches).

At half time, my team and I were in high spirits from scoring three goals. Suddenly I felt a rush or pain surge over me and immediately dropped to the ground to inspect the source of the pain. My ankle looked swollen and I seem to recall a vicious girl from the other team running past and kicking me, studs and all, on my foot. I hadn't really noticed the pain until now.

When he heard the news, the first aid man (nobody really knows his name) ran over to take a look at my ankle. After a thorough examination on my foot and shin he declared that I had sprained my ankle. I was almost happy as I jumped up to rejoin my team for the second half as if it was only a sprained ankle I could most definitely play. However, my happiness vanished as my coach told me it was best to rest my ankle and sit out the second half. I moaned and complained but coach was adamant on his decision. I tried helplessly to explain that I needed to play because the scouts were here but that didn't work either.

I got into my mum's car, after watching my team lose 3-7 I wasn't going to be in a happy mood, but my mum understood. She got in the car, checked we had everything and started to reverse out of the car park. As we were reversing, I spotted the scouts huddled round a girl. She was the one who had injured me and now she was looking very happy. I knew she would be scouted, as much as I now hated her, she was a good player and would do well at the academy.