Who Are You? The Football Manager.

Chapter 5: Real Madrid vs Málaga

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know, I'm a terrible author for not updating in so long, so thank you to all of you still reading this story, even after the long time you guys had to wait. Also you all have the right to hit me in the head with a football if I say something stupid like "Neymar was born in Africa" or anything else like that.

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*ARIANNA'S POV*

I was laying down on my bed and staring at the ceiling think about what would happen today, today was it, the big day; our first game of the season! Well, my first and last game with Real Madrid until who knows when. I shook my head; I can't be thinking like that on a game day!

It was still early, so I stayed in my bed for some more time; around 8:00 AM, I finally got up and went to my bathroom to brush my teeth and go through my every morning hygiene routine. Taking a couple deep breaths, I pulled my Ronaldo jacket on over my official Real Madrid coaching uniform; I never wore my coaching outfit unless it was game day. It felt weird to wear it any other day, plus, it made game day more special. Zipping up the jacket, I went downstairs, but I didn't see Cristiano in the living room or kitchen. I went to the backyard and saw him sitting at the edge of the pool, staring at his reflection. I walked back into the kitchen and fixed up a nice fruit salad and brought it to the pool. He still hadn't noticed me; I placed my hand on his shoulder and sat down next to him. All he did was smile and steal a strawberry.

"Is the great Cristiano Ronaldo getting a little nervous?" I asked him.

"No"

"Yes, you are. Lighten up, everyone gets antsy before games."

"But not everyone holds the same expectations from the world. What if I mess up? Everyone's faith in me will be destroyed. All the people that look up to me, everyone I may have inspired, everyone that supports me, they will be so upset." Cristiano said as he held his head in his hands.

"Cristiano...they are called fans for a reason, they are there for you through your good and bad days. And if you mess up, then try again, keep trying until you get it right and never give up. Come on, repeat after me. I, Cristiano Ronaldo..."

"Arianna...not again..."

"Say it Cristiano," I demand.

He took a deep breath and repeated, "I, Cristiano Ronaldo,"

I smiled, "Am not afraid of anything; I will never be afraid of an opponent. I don't care if it's another player, the media, or a fanatic; I will stand up to them. I will show them what I can do on the field, leaving them speechless. Their love makes me strong, but their hate makes me stronger."

He repeated everything and then looked at me, "happy?"

"Not quite," I stand up and pull him up to his feet, "Let's go Ronnie! We have a football game to win!" I say as I drag him back into our house and into the kitchen so we can have breakfast and leave for the game.

Once we're done, we head off to the Bernabéu for the game.

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The pre-game nervousness didn't hit me until the boys were lined up on the field to shake hands with the other team.

It wasn't the normal kind of nervousness; this was different. Usually I wanted to get the game over with as fast as possible. I couldn't wait for the game to end and just go home, but this time I dreaded the end of the game. I wish this game could drag on forever; I wished for time to stop so this game would never end.