The Soccer Freak {Neymar Jr Fan Fiction}

Chapter 37

Jessica's POV

Tonight was the game against Getafe, and the first game of 2014. I had my hopes up for the boys since we had practiced really well, even though we didn't need to because Getafe wasn't really a challenge. It was an away game so we reached Getafe at approximately 10:30 am. We were doing a few warm ups at the stadium since kick off was in 20 minutes.

"Alright boys! We need a good game today, even though we're ranked #1 that doesn't mean we lag."

"Who's playing?"

Messi always had a bunch of questions. I rolled my eyes in a playful way.

"Here's the line up:

Alexis Messi Neymar

Fabregas Iniesta Xavi

Alves Montoya Puyol Piqué

Pinto

Is everyone fine with that? I've benched the rest of the players for now."

I arranged the boys in their spots so they had an idea of how they'd be playing. I benched Marc since his knee was acting up a bit, but I'd change things up in the second half. I started jotting a few things down on my clip board.

"Jessica."

I turned and found Neymar staring at me. I smirked.

"Yes?"

"Can we you know hang out after the game?"

"You didn't have to ask me, but then again why? Like I'm not saying no but you know what I mean."

"I feel like we haven't been getting along too well, so why not?"

"Yeah yeah, now go practice babe!"

I turned back to writing but as soon as I thought he'd left, he came back around and snaked his arm around my waist while planting a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

"Eew!"

I shrieked in sarcasm. He just laughed and took off. Something just didnt seem right to me about the game.

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It was 1-0, we had a 1 point lead. Things were going well, but there were too many cards and fouls being called as well as corners which tensed me.

#9 from Getafe dribbled the ball up to the net with no one stopping him. Break away.

"Who's there to STOP him? Defense come back! Piqué! Alves! Montoya! Puyol!"

The boys ran back. Puyol kicked the ball sending it off the lines. The ref called a corner.

Getafe took a long shot, as the ball came dashing to the net Alves stepped up and headed the ball sending it away from the goalies crease. I sighed in relief as Iniesta took the ball up, passing it to Cesc, then Alexis.

Neymar took the ball and dribbled from the corners of the net. He turned his foot to pass, but #23 on Getafe pressed his foot onto Neymar's cleating his right foot as well as twisting it.

Neymar dropped, and held onto his foot. He was in deep pain. The referee rushed over, and asked what happened. Neymar still on the ground as the referee called a penalty kick. No assistance, or any physio.

"PHYSIO! GO! SOMEONE!"

No one was assisting Neymar. I managed to get past the guards and kneel down by his side.

"Neymar, are you f-fine?"

"N-"

He could barely speak as tears went streaming down his eyes. I felt my eyes water up, I couldn't see him in pain. Physio finally arrived and took off his cleat while assisting him.