One In A Million

Chapter 19 Part 1

07/09/2014

The Signal Iduna Park was unrecognizable from what it used to be during the Dortmund games. The black/yellow Südtribüne give way more to a white, black.and red wall, mostly when the people standing there raises their arms and hand with a what looked like a white piece of paper, making a giant star shaped, referinf to the 4th star won by of Die Mannschaft in Brazil. That was amazingly captivating. Luckily I had my phone and could snap it, to quickly post it on my Instagram with the comment "Die Mannschaft Vier Sterne ;)" and tagged my sister Sophia, and two besties Kayle who was also at the stadium, and Julia who unfortunately had to work. I had loved to be there, feeling so excited, to see the Germany NT match in live, but as well to see Marco, my little blondi boy. A few hours ago we had exchanged some text messages mentioning several times how confident he was for the match and also he would score for me. I never ceased of reminding him that everything will be alright and he'll be amazing as usual. All of that was so new to me, this situation, Marco, and me encouraging Marco Reus, a footballer of the National Team. Sometimes, I was still saying to myself that everything was a dream.

The view from where I was sitting was simply wonderful and so clear, I could perfectly distinguished every actions on the pitch and have a clear view on the footballers. Thanks to Lisa that got Kaylee and I places at her private tribune, and also the ease of access we had from the pass and tickets that Marco obtained us. I felt like if I was a fucking VIP, being surrounded by other rich people, and the other footballer wives and girlfriends. The ones that I had recognized among them were Sila, Cathy, Mandy Capristo, who I think was Özil's fiancée, and also others, but I had not a clue of their names.

It was the half time game, all the players have already left the field to their locker rooms, and Germany was leading by 1-0, with a goal from Müller, well what a spectacular goal. After all he's one of the best footballer in Europe, the one that scored in every competitions, so it wasn't a surprise that he would make the job. Lots of fans have left their seats to get themselves drinks and food, in a sudden, it was a little more free around us. We also had the occasion to snap some selfies and post them on our Instagram. Kaylee has posted the selfie she has with Lisa on hers, but not me, because it could look awkward that I was at a football game with a real WAG. People would start to speculate stuffs and gossips, and I really wasn't into those things. - - -

"I wish that Bastian was playing tonight, shit." Kaylee pouted funnily. I knew she would come up to this subject, it was just a question of time. Kaylee was Bastian's number 1 biggest fan and fan girl. She had so many pictures with him, at event, at Bayern's game in Munich, at night clubs. She had met him a few times off the pitch, sometimes it was at the shopping mall or at a club. For sure she was madly in love with Bastian. She even went to the World Cup final in Brazil to see the team and his boy playing, unfortunately had no photo with him.

"He's injured kay, you'll see him at a next match." I answered tapping her shoulder and smiled.

"Yay, but I want to see him now, he's so perfect, perfect and perfect." Kaylee said shaking her head. Here we go, our miss was on her little cloud, ready to dream about her and Basti.

"Someone is dreaming about Bastian Schweinsteiger here." Lisa said with a curious voice tone, pinching Kaylee's cheek.

"I dream of this man day and night, he's my BAE, I do everything to be noticed by him because I do have the opportunity to, and all I have are selfies or a "Danke + his gorgeous smile, I'm so lame." Kaylee said in a desperate manner, face palming. Lisa and I starred at each other, both shrugging our shoulders, and laughed at this hilarious situation.