'there he is, that's my man!' i shout as sergio and his teammates walk out of the tunnels.
today it's el clásico and i could tell how incredibly nervous sergio is. when sergio is nervous about something he stays quiet, he only speaks when spoken to. i'm sat in the stands wearing my sergio ramos 4 jersey with daniel standing next to me. he didn't want to wear a jersey but he bought a scarf just to support sergio.
'how do you think is gonna win?' asks daniel.
'honestly i want to say real but i honestly have no idea. i just know it's going to be intense.' i say as the referees gather in the middle waiting for the team captains. sergio and andrés iniesta both shake hands before playing heads and tails, the advantage going to barcelona.
the first ten minutes are intense. i have hardly blinked, my eyes are just stuck on the ball.
'messi is incredible.' i say highly impressed as i watch the small argentine take the ball off casemiro. he passes it to alcácer until casemiro quickly comes takes the ball. he stars running as we all stand up at the edge of our feet.
'goal!' i shout jumping up and down hugging daniel.
our delight is shut down pretty quickly as only five minutes later messi scores a goal.
'for fuck sake.' i huff sitting down.'
'don't worry adira, it's only the thirty third minute. anything can happen.'
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half time has just started and the score is still one-one. players from both teams are starting to get thirsty for a win and they start to play agressively.
'oh shit gareth's hurt.' i say looking down at gareth who's on the floor holding his leg then i see who zidane putting to replace him, my heart stops a little. marco.
'you okay?' asks daniel.
'i'm fine.' i say shaking my head and smiling.
nearly twenty have passed and still no goal until rakitic just shoots out nowhere and scores.
'that was... incredible.' says daniel slightly confused by what just happened.
'fuck, we need to score another two goals.' i say looking at the barcelona player celebrating with his team.
'oh no what is he doing.' i say looking at sergio who is running towards messi. he finally catches up with him and tackles him. sergio gets up as the referee gives him a red card making the stadium boo.
'that wasn't a red fuck off!' shouts a fan.
'a yellow but not a red!' shouts another.
'sergio.' i say rolling my eyes at him as he walks off clapping gerard piqué sarcastically.
'that isn't helping him.' i say to daniel.
'at least you'll have him at home for their next game.' says daniel jokily.
after one red card, yellow cards, james coming for karim later, the score is still one-two.
'come on you overpaid assholes score!' i shout getting annoyed and a few moments later james scores.
'yes james!' i shout as we all stand up and cheer. only five minutes, depending on how much time the ref adds on, to see if anyone can get a final goal.
'i think it's just gonna end in two-two, we should get going.' says daniel.
'no no. the ref is adding extra time. anything can happen.' i say focused on the match, not looking at him.
out of nowhere, number 20 who has the name "roberto" on the back of his jersey starts running. dani tries to defend the ball but he quickly passes the ball to messi who swerves past the defenders and kicks the ball and scores.
'fuck.' i say as i see the barcelona supporters cheer from the opposite side of the stadium. messi comes running in front our stands, takes off his shirt and shows the crowd his jersey.
'he is brilliant, i'll give him that.'
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adiracarlevaro : que no ganaste pero todavía eres un ganador para mí. te amo mi amor.
i'm sat down on my phone waiting for sergio to come out of the changing room. i hear a voice talk in the distance, i look left and there's a tall man with a beard walking in my direction on the phone.
'si, si hasta luego. si adios.' he says before putting his phone in his pocket, his face looks familiar.
it's no other than gerard piqué.
'hola.' he says with a smile walking past me before stopping and walking back.
'you look familiar. are you adira?' he says in english.
'yes, yes i am.'
'ah adira! nice to meet you, i'm gerard. not to mad about sergio's card?' he says laughing making me laugh and roll my eyes.
'don't worry i'm used to it.' i say laughing along with him. i can start to hear sergio's voice in the distance.
'ah that must your man. i'll leave you alone, sergio would probably punch me if he saw me talk to you. nice to meet you though.' he says with a smile.'
'you too, say hi to shakira for me!' i say.
'will do!' he says with a laugh walking down the hallway.
i'm not gonna include the barça players that much, only time to time. if my idea goes as planned there should be around 5 parts left and an epilogue.
