As I stepped onto the pitch before the match, anticipation buzzed in the air. I took a moment to warm up, stretching and getting in the right mindset. As I scanned the stands, my eyes landed on the VIP section, where all my friends were seated. It warmed my heart to see them there, cheering me on. They had even made custom jerseys that read "Roommates 8" with my number on the back. It was such a sweet gesture, and I couldn't help but smile.
The atmosphere was electric as we prepared for the match: Barcelona vs. Hammarby in the UEFA Women's Champions League Group Stage, Group D. We were determined to make a statement and show our strength.
The whistle blew, and the game kicked off. From the very start, Barcelona dominated the pitch. Our team coordinated beautifully, with quick passes and strategic plays. In the 10th minute, C. Graham Hansen opened the scoring, sending the ball past the Hammarby goalkeeper with precision. The crowd erupted in cheers, and we felt our momentum building.
As the game progressed, the goals kept coming. C. Pina scored twice, once in the 24th minute and again in the 58th minute, showcasing her skill and determination. Just before halftime, A. Putellas found the net in the 45th minute, solidifying our lead.
After the break, we continued to press forward. M. León scored in the 53rd minute, and shortly after that, E. Pajor added another goal in the 72nd minute, further extending our advantage. The energy in the stadium was contagious; we were playing like a well-oiled machine.
In the 75th minute, it was my turn to shine. After receiving a perfectly timed pass, I made a swift run toward the goal. With a quick touch, I sent the ball into the back of the net. As I celebrated, I couldn't resist doing Pedri's signature celebration, pointing at him in appreciation. It felt incredible to contribute to the team's success.
As the match neared its end, E. Brugts scored in the 86th minute, and F. Rolfö capped off the scoring with a penalty in the 90th minute. The final whistle blew, and the scoreboard read Barcelona 9, Hammarby 0.
After the final whistle blew, marking our impressive victory of 9-0 against Hammarby, the atmosphere in the stadium was electric. I felt a rush of joy and relief as I celebrated with my teammates. The crowd erupted with cheers, and I couldn't help but smile.
As I made my way to the stands, my heart warmed at the sight of a little girl eagerly waiting for me. I had promised to give her my jersey, and I could see her eyes light up with excitement. I handed her the jersey, and she looked up at me with wide eyes, her expression filled with admiration.
"Are you and Pedri dating?" she asked innocently, her curiosity evident.
I chuckled and replied, "No, we're just friends. He said I couldn't score, so I had to show him off with his celebration."
Her eyes sparkled with interest. "Is he single?" she asked, a hint of hope in her voice.
"Yeah," I said with a playful smile. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I still have my chance!" she exclaimed, and I couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. I smiled back at her, savoring the moment, before walking away.
As I made my way back, Ferran approached me with a big grin. "Congratulations on the win!" he said, pulling me into a hug.
Fermin chimed in, "Camila, you played better than Pablo!"
João added, "I know, right? You really showed off!"
Gavi and Pablo joined in, giving me hugs and praising my performance. I mentioned my celebration, saying, "I had to do it because Pedri said I couldn't score, so I needed to show him off!"
"I have to go do interviews now," I said, glancing at the media area. "I'll see you guys at home!"
"Pedri, stay with her and take her home," Ferran instructed.
"I will," pedri replied, giving me a reassuring nod.
With a heart full of gratitude for the support and love from my teammates and fans, I headed off to face the media, ready to share the joy of our victory.
As we settled into the car after the game, Pedri turned to me with a warm smile. "You really played amazing," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
"Thanks! I just wish my mom was here. She never misses a game," I replied, a hint of disappointment in my voice.
Pedri nodded, his expression softening. "I'm really sorry about that. But you know what? Whenever I don't have a game, I'll always show up for you," he said sincerely.
Feeling grateful for his support, I leaned over and gave him a hug. As I pulled away, my eyes inadvertently drifted to his lips. In that moment, we both leaned in slightly, and I felt a rush of unexpected nerves. After a brief moment, I pulled away, stammering, "Umm, sorry."
"No, it's fine," he replied, his cheeks slightly flushed. There was an air of awkwardness, but it felt sweet rather than uncomfortable.
The drive home was filled with a comfortable silence, each of us lost in our thoughts. Once we arrived, I quickly headed to my room, my mind buzzing from the game and the moment we shared in the car. It had been an incredible day, and I needed some time to process everything that had happened.
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"Treating you the Way you Deserve" //Pedri Gonzalez
Fanfiction"Camila has been very close to the boys' group ever since she grew up with them at La Masia. However, the dynamic changes when two new players join the team.
