Maya: *bursts through door of footballers' joint apartment*
Erik Durm: *facepalms table*
Mateo Kovacić: *groans*
Not her again!
Maya: *gives him the evil eye*
Aren't you just married? If I were you I'd be moaning now, not groaning.
*winks at camera*
Marco Asensio: *rolls eyes*
Just get on with what you have to say, I have to beat Saúl in Mario Kart, it's getting annoying.
Saúl Ñíguez: *pouts as lower lip starts to wobble*
I thought you loved me, Marcinio.
Fernando Torres: *jumps from behind couch*
*slaps Marco*
GET AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND.
Maya: *eyes go wide*
O—kayyy... I have to tell y'all something...
*squeals and claps hands*
I have started this book to praise y'all!
Tiago Mendes: *smiles like the fucking angel he is*
Meaning?
Maya: *melts under his stare*
I-I-I'll be saying positive things about you guys. What I love about each and every one of you, even if I hate you guys, and I'll be accepting requests of names for me to praise—BUT I COULD NEVER HATE YOU TIAGO!
Tiago: *smiles blindingly bright*
Maya: *faints*
Marco Reus: *whispering in Mario Götze's ears*
How long was that?
Mario Götze: *peers at watch*
Two minutes and ten seconds.
Emre Mor: *snorts before sipping cola*
Better than last time, she only lasted thirty seconds in front of Tiago's beauty before dropping to the floor.
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praise the footballers
Humorthe exact opposite of a football roast book. requests are open. ©PhelpsFeels, Copyright 2017