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Megan's P.O.V.

I got to the stadium half an hour before kickoff. Surprisingly, the guard recognized me -- since the boys were playing at home -- and ended up talking to me. I swear the manager should fire him for that, anyone could of snuck in! The guard also watched the boys play their training match before the game and instantly recognized the two signatures of Zac and Harvey on my shirt.

"Shepphard reserved a seat for someone under the name Wolven, I guess that's you." He smiled. "Go and grab that seat, best view if you asked me. Hope you enjoy the game!"

I walked over to my seat and received a warm handshake from the boss, Robert Smith, who I had met several times before -- either in matches or in award ceremonies. Also, I had met him once in a party the club held, but that was the only time.

He smiled and asked on how the boys had been, but I just shrugged it off knowing the club was their number one priority and the thing they cared about most. In fact, I hadn't seen them since their last home match, which was two weeks ago. So, if they had been acting weird around the club then obviously they now had a love life or something.

When the clock turned 3, the Bolton Wanderers marched on, their fans cheering loudly. Robert laughed, making some sarcastic remark that "they shouldn't bother coming here to support their team if they're going to boo the other team's stadium," and then adding that he "could easily shut them out.".

Then our team marched out like soldiers in an army, their kits perfectly adjusted. The rest of the team came out, Aleks Shaw in net. Our finest goalkeeper, who I was shocked to see still at the club. I was surprised he hadn't been transfered already.

The match started and everyone cheered for their side. I sat there and watched, my eyes tracking the ball with every kick. 

Nobody on that day could get past Aleks. Maybe the whole team was gay. No, wait, I had met that team before and they weren't. Maybe Aleks had had extra training for this match? Obviously, the other side's goalkeeper had not.

Half-time; 3-0 to Croydon.

The boys came off, majority of them with sweaty cherry red faces, but not Aleks. Aleks was still looking great, jogging off the pitch and then hopping around. I raised my eyebrows at him, laughing at his childishness before he put a thumbs up to me and walked in removing his gloves.

***

The match had resumed and ended in 4-1, only Axel Landon scoring for Bolton and our last goal scored by Harvey.  I met up with the boys after they'd all changed into their non-sport wear and felt nicer by having showers and everything else. 

Aleks smiled, walking over to me and messing my hair up. "Hello there, Miss Wolven." He grinned, his arm weaving it's way around my waist. "How are you on this fine afternoon?"

I laughed at him , removing his hand from my waist and throwing my other hand over his shoulder. "Great, and how may you be Mr Shaw?"

Zac laughed at us, causing Harvey to slap his arm and yell like some kind of commander. "SHEPHARD! STOP!" He yelled. "It's horrible to embarrass your little sister when the hottest guy on your fucking squad is hooking up with her!"

That caused Zac to laugh even more before a crowd of people came up to him yelling "SHEPPHARD!". I looked at Harvey and laughed before turning my attention back to Aleks.

 "Thought you'd never ask," He grinned. "Very good now that you're here."

"ALEKS! ALEKS SHAWWW!" A crowd of people cut off our conversation, making us both laugh, and he walked over to the fans.