Spain NT ➳ The Adventures of Spain National Team: The Invasion of Axuko

Prologue 2

Prologue 2

"2/3/2013 18:03"

"Have you ever support something with all your heart? Something like an organisation, a band, or a team? This is about a football team, well, soccer in American. Anyway, I believe that you've heard about this sport. Some people might have misunderstood football, which it is about eleven beasts kicking around the pitch for money, in fact it is a kind passion streaming inside your veins that they can never understand.

Manchester United, Chelsea, Barcelona, Bayern Munich, Arsenal, Liverpool, Juventus, Paris Saint-German, Atletico Madrid, you must have heard enough. Today, I'll bring you into the Real Madrid locker room, or dressing room, you can say, in our stadium, Santiago Bernabeu. Sorry if rivals sees this, still, please stream on though. Say 'hola' to the famous Cristiano Ronaldo!"

"Olá!" Cristiano Ronaldo waved in front of the camera, "Look at me, the hottest guy on Earth!"

"That would be me, Cris."

"Shut up! Don't even dream of it, Sese," The camera zoomed into Cristiano's groan.

"He's quite grumpy today since he didn't score. I saved the team with a late header though. Defenders know how to score too. As people always say, 'The hotter, the winner', right, Cris?"

A snort was heard as the camera started to shift to the other angles.

"Meet Karim Benzema, the other goal scorer, apart from me."

"Bonjour!" Karim made a thumb's up against the camera.

"Sergio, are you trying to capture us all shirtless and then upload it onto YouTube?" Luka Modric was trying to cover the camera with his palm.

"Of course, while enjoy looking at my muscles and tattoos along the way!" Sergio smirked, "Lukita is always being shy."

"Hala Madrid!" A loud shriek struck against the room. The camera tilted to another position.

"Here comes Marcelo Vieira, the funniest player I have met!" The camera zoomed onto the cheerful face of the Brazilian.

"We've won the El Clásico with 2-1! Hala Madrid!"

"Sí, y nada más! We hope you enjoy this video, even if you come from a rival team, expect for Barça due to their loss, because you just won't, don't press the unlike button though. Well, football is also about respect, as Capi always says..."

"'Respect for the rival!' One of the best quotes from Ikercio!" Another shriek from Marcelo uttered across the room once again, following with a gales of laughter.

"Speaking about our captain, I hope this clip can cheer you up, Iker. Get well soon! And please come back. We miss you."

At home, Iker Casillas switched off the screen from his laptop with his only abled hand before he headed out to his family house. The fracture on his left hand had given him a short break on his career. It was slowly recovering from injury after surgery, though it still wasn't good enough to play. You just couldn't play as a goalkeeper with a broken hand.

"Nene..." Pinching his nose, he muttered his nickname for Sergio gratefully, almost soft to unwittingly. Only he would call Sergio like that, and only Sergio he would call like that. Last time he spoke of this name, was when they were lying on damp grass in the Training Centre of the club, Valdebebas, under the warm waves of sunlight.

"We will make it through, Iker," Sergio intertwined his fingers into the keeper's, as a promise.

"Nene..." This was the only reply he could make at that moment, while a blow of optimism shoved him against his own mind. He shook his head, since this was too far away for him to catch. Intolerable pressure, family arguments, endless dramas, love issues, mistreatments from the club, especially from coach José Mourinho, he had too much to go through. He was dreaming for it to come true nevertheless, even until now – it just never came true.

"Brothers forever," Sergio held onto Iker's palm, the one thing that he couldn't let go that day.

"Please come back. We miss you," Coming to himself from flashback, a faint smile quirked up on his face, leaving small crinkles across his pale cheeks, as Sergio's voice from the video echoed inside the atmosphere. It had been a long time since truly did he smile, and somehow he missed the feeling of it. I will come back, he thought.

For you...