Miss Piqué | Sergio Ramos

Chapter 12 - Dethroning

Eleanor calmly slung her hair up into a ponytail making sure none of her hair would annoy her while she was out on the sidelines. Despite the nerves that made themselves known everytime they had a match, she was aware of the small smile gracing her features. She felt confident.

Apparently this was noticeable as it was the first thing that Zinedine commented on when he saw her. When questioned, she replied honestly;

"I feel like we've got this,"

"We haven't won anything yet, keep focused," he said and if she hadn't gotten to know the frenchman better over the season she would have thought he was reprimanding her. Instead she just rose an eyebrow at him, smirking slightly.

"Me too," he confided quietly, patting her shoulder before entering the changing room ahead of her.

She followed him into the changing room, which was rather smaller than they were used to since it was Malaga's but still comfortable looking. The guys were all fully dressed in their kits having finished the pre match warm up and were either chatting or messing around. To an outsider it may have looked like they didn't care but the nervous excitement of an important match still clung to the air.

As usual, her eyes drifted over to the captain of the team who was pulling the band signifying his position onto his arm. Not for the first time, she thanked the designers of the kits for not making them too baggy as the muscle defintion showed through. It didn't hurt to appreciate what was put in front of her. He looked up and met her eyes, sending her a quick smile.

Noticing something a little off with him, she crossed over the floor to sit next to him. Instead of pressing him, she just waited to see if he needed to talk about anything.

"If we do this, it'll be the first time in five years, it's so important," he opened, "as the captain you don't understand how much I need this,"

Eleanor scoffed a little, "If we do this, Barcelona will have been dethroned and my brother will have to eat his shit," She told him, "Believe me, I know how important it is, but I know you and the rest of the guys and you will succeed "

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed slightly as a silent thank you for her words. She couldn't help but notice how much nicer the hugs were before the guys had ran around for a couple hours. The lack of sweat was rather nice.

Almost too soon, it was time and she stood there getting either a hug or handshake from each player as they left the changing room. She walked out onto her pitch calmly alongside Zidane, trying to imitate his cool composure despite the nerves.

Looking up into the stands she saw a couple of her friends sitting near the front as she had given them tickets. The girls waved frantically when they saw her look over so she blew them a quick kiss before joining the rest of the staff.

Watching the lineup she couldn't help but be proud of the team that she has helped train this year. She wasn't stupid, she knew that this was a group of quality players who didn't need much improvement but every little helps. The whistle she had cane to love and hate sounded and the final game of la liga began.

Just a minute in, a Malaga player gave away possession and Eleanor was already on the edge of her seat and as she saw Isco retrieve it. Sure enough, a few seconds later and Cristiano had landed the ball in the back of the net. As expected with that man. Despite how dorky he is when off the pitch, when on he seemed truly superhuman.

She hugged the players on the bench in celebration, Alvaro and James smothering her slightly before going back to their seats and watching the game intently.