Juan of a kind

Part Six

I walk into the dressing room. The first team dressing room. All faces turn to face me. I feel myself going red, very red.
"Welcome, I'm Pat. Captain. Comedian and friend." I smile. Patrice Evra, what a gentleman. "How are you? Well? Good. If you need anything, a shoulder to cry on, a drinking buddie or just general needs, I am here to assist." He takes me hand and kisses it. I bust out laughing and so does the entire dressing room. "Don't go crazy at my expense I'm only a girl". Each player takes turns introducing themselves. Everyone seems very kind. Then the big man himself, David De Gea, comes over and introduces himself. "Hello, I'm David, it's nice to meet you".
"Likewise." Jesus Karia be a little more outgoing. He chuckles to himself. He's very beautiful. Soft pale spanish skin, which is funny but it makes him very handsome. I know that he has a girlfriend but we are just friends. "There is a locker next to mine free, I'd be delighted to have a neighbour."
"Thank you! I don't have any gear yet but yes I'll move in." I laugh and so does he. Al, our Kitman, comes in with bags full of kits and boots for me. I thank him and he kisses me on the cheek. I smile. Everyone seems happy that I'm here. Am I really that good? I have never seen myself play on video but I am looking forward to the boys' reaction. David and I continue to talk. He's very kind he introduces me to Chicha, a favourite of mine. We begin our training session with sprints and drills. All the boys chat to me and ask me questions. David, Chicha, Pat and Rio all offer to collect me and bring me to training since I do not drive yet. I am grateful as my mother will be going home soon.
I can tell she misses my father and home in general.
We are put into small teams of five a side. I'm put with Wazza,Pat,Vida and Michael Carrick. We are against David's team. He is playing with Chicha, Chris, Rio and Nani. When our game begins I feel lost. Should I tackle? These are professional players.... Wait I am too, to hell with it I'm going to tackle. The boys on the side line are impressed with my strength and speed. Wazza passes me the ball and I'm away. I hear the lads cheering and laughing when I easily pass Chris. I look up and Wazza is in the box and I cross and he heads the ball into the goal. He runs and gives me a high five. I feel great, but I know it's only the beginning....
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HI GUYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER AND ARE ENJOYING THE STORY SO FAR :) IM KIND OF STARTING BACK A BIT FOR THE SAKE OF DEVELOPMENT BUT I PROMISE JUAN IS COMING SOON ;) HAVE A GOOD DAY XXX