Hang in there

Chapter 1: First game

Neymar's POV:
I carefully but rapidly chip the soccer ball over to Leo or, as everyone else knows and calls him by Messi or little Leo Messi! Once you here that name, you probably think a world wide known soccer legend, or a famous soccer player, but he's a really great guy and especially a great dad to Thiago. He was wide open in the center and the defenders weren't really, well defending, they we're all trying to gang up on me. So, he easily controls it with his left foot then takes an exceptional shot with his right foot in the too left corner and scores!
"YES!!" He cries our loud.
I run over to him and we start a group hug with the rest of the team. I just won my first game at baracelona 3-2, Leo scored twice and I scored once. Finally things are better here at baracelona. Everyone is so nice and caring for one and other, and let's be honest, were pretty good too!
The final whistle blows and the crowd goes wild.
I smile to myself, I won my first game.
Correction, we won our first game.
I cheer on with the rest of my team as we make our way into the dressing room.
"Great goal there Leo!" Alexis says! A bunch of different people agree.
"If it wasn't for Neymar's awesome pass I wouldn't have scored!" Leo said while taking off his shoes.
"I know what an amazing pass I did right?" I joked and smirked.
"Cooky cooky cooky kid." Marc said laughing.
I rolled my eyes and pretended to flip my hair like a girl, and started to take off my shin pads and socks which tottaly stunk.
After about 20 minutes of us all joking around, awfully singing and crazily dancing we left to go home. I jumped in my car and started driving home.
It was pretty dark outside since it was a little past 11, but with all the lights and light up signs you couldn't tell. It looked like a beautiful undiscovered world. I never get tired off the place! There's always new things to discover! There were so many different things to do and explore!
I'm so happy I moved here, I thought to myself. It really is stunning.
I got to my apartment complex and turned off my car. I put the keys in the back pocket of my jeans and walked into the building.
As soon as I walk in, I'm greeted with a mixture of warm greetings. I return a few the minimum of people that I recognize, which isn't many. But hey, at least I try.
I go in the elevator and up in to the fifth floor. I unlock the doors and throw my keys onto the table and set my soccer bag down by the door.
I jump onto the couch and turn on the TV. I start flipping thru the channels untill I found a replay of my game from tonight. I get comfortable and I grab my phone from my pocket and dial the pizza pizza number.
"Hello. This is pizza pizza how can I help you." A young man maybe just a little younger then me stated.
"Hi my name is Neymar Jr and I'd like to order a pizza" I think it's funny when I tell people who I am because then they totally overreact.
"NO WAY DUDE YOUR LIKE MY IDOLE!" He practically yield into the phone. I let out a little laugh and continue.
"Can I have a small pizza with tomatoes, bacon, chicken, pineapple and green onions?"
"Of corse anything for you Neymar!" He beamed into the phone.
I filled him in with my address and order a Cooke and garlic sauce and he promised it will be there as soon as possible.
I go back and watch the game today and cheer whenever we had a really good play and scored and booed whenever we had a really bad play and when the other team scored scored. The pizza came and as usual, it was great.
Once the game was over I was exhausted so I got ready for bed and it was a little past 12:45 once I got into bed.
"Goodnight." I whispered to myself.