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DEBUT
"your affection means more to me than anything else i could ever dream of"

~joão~

the ref blows the whistle, and my nerves immediately skyrocket. it's my debut for chelsea, and i don't think i've ever been more nervous for a game. to anyone watching, i look prepared and maybe even excited, but to be honest it's the opposite.

i've been training for this moment for weeks, but it's still going to be difficult for me to play a match with all new players, at a different stadium, with higher stakes.

being in the champions league is hard, and being able to play in it is so much added pressure because everyone around you expects you to be the best. todays a test to see if i will succeed or crumble under that immense pressure.

kai jogs up behind me and slips an arm around my shoulder. "don't sweat it, you'll do great!" he pats me on the back before slipping away, sprinting off to his position.

i swerve towards the vip section, my eyes scanning over the area for one specific brunette. i asked lyla to be here today because to be honest, i don't know if i could do it without her. just knowing that she is sitting over there in my jersey supporting me, gives me a boost of confidence that i will definitely need and appreciate.

i think she notices because she smiles and waves nervously. a smile immediately appears on my face and i force myself to look away before i run over there and grab her.

she's wearing my jersey, which she made a big deal of me signing. at the time i acted annoyed, but to be honest i thought it was cute how much she wanted my name on her back.

she's also wearing a black jacket, which happens to be mine aswell. it's cold in london, and she made the mistake of not bringing one with her because she said it was gonna be 'warm with all the people.' i don't know why she thought that was even how temperature works, but i don't mind her wearing my stuff. i think it's cute.

she's wearing black jeans and her long dark hair is pulled into a high messy ponytail. her hair is one of my favorite things about her. i don't know if it's the color, the length, or how she cares so much about what it looks like all the time, but i love it any way she wears it.

she looks exactly like a wag right now, but i think it suits her. hopefully she'll start coming to all my games, it would definitely help with my confidence.

the ref blows the whistle, indicating the game is starting. i immediatly snap out of my thoughts and put all my focus on the ball and the game in front of me.

a fulham player kicks off, and the game starts in full swing. fulham players pass around while we pressure, eventually getting the ball. i make a slick run down the right and hold it the ball while a player pressures me slightly. kai makes a run and i send him, who lays it off the hall.

hall strikes the ball straight to leno on an excellent chance. i groan and leno plays it over to one of his wings backs, the team adjusting and getting back into position. it's okay, it's only been a couple minutes, and surely we will get multiple more chances throughout the match.

for the next while we are able to create a couple more chances for a goal, none of them being successful. antonee robinson, an american player, gets a yellow after body slamming me. i just smile and continue to play.

after a couple more minutes, i am pushed to the ground again on another run. the player, pereira, stares down at me and i quickly get up, not wanting to make it a big deal. he receives a yellow, and his team tries to convince the ref the opposite, but in the end it is no use and the game continues.