Who Are You? The Football Manager.

Chapter 12: The Interview

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEYY! Have I learned Portuguese or Spanish yet? Nope! So you're going to have to correct me if my translations are wrong! Remember, you all have the right to hit me in the head with a football if I say something stupid like "Gerard taught Shakira how to sing" or anything else is like that because let's face it, only one of them can sing, and it's definitely not Gerard.

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*ARIANNA'S POV*

I was sitting in Cristiano's car, eating breakfast as he put my suitcase in the trunk of the car. Since I had to leave early today, he was going to drop me off at the Camp Nou instead of Gabe. As he gets in the front seat he asks, "Do you have a jacket?"

"Yup," I answer, "the one I'm wearing!"

He looked at me, "Arianna, that's not enough; it's going to be cold in Seville."

"But Ronnieee, it matches my outfit!" I was wearing a red collar shirt that was tucked into my white plaited skirt; I had paired it with my white 3 inch heels and let my hair down naturally, pin straight. Over which, I had my good luck jacket: the one and only, Ronaldo #7 jacket. I know, my good luck jacket for a Barcelona game is Cristiano's jacket, but it's not like I have any Barcelona things to wear, yet.

"You are going to freeze, I'm telling you."

"I'll be fine Cristiano," It wouldn't kill me to go get a jacket, but I was just too lazy to get out of the car and find one.

"Fine, but don't come home and complain about how cold it was," he says as we drive off to Barcelona.

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"Call me when you get there, ok?"

"Cris, I'm going to be fine! I'm not exactly new at this sort of thing," I say as I take my suitcase from him.

"But still, at least text me," he pleads.

"Ok I will," I give him a hug.

"Good luck," he whispers before kissing my forehead.

I smile at him, "you too, you better win; or else I will march back to Madrid and whoop you."

He laughed, "sure thing coach." He got back in his car and left as I walked towards the team bus.

I gave my suitcase to the bus driver and went inside the bus. Once everyone had put their things away and found a seat, I did a head count; yes, a head count was necessary for a bus of 20 to 30 year olds. For them this was like a field trip and I was not planning on losing one of these million euro worth babies. "22, 23, 24....oh no. Pep! We're missing one!" I yell.

Pep was relaxing in the front seat watching a match on his iPad, "Which one? Can we make do without them?"

"I don't know which on- Pep! It doesn't matter which one! We cannot make do without any of them!" I sigh as he continues to watch his match intently. Shuffling around some papers, I find the roster, "Ok guys, listen up! I'm going to call your name; I need you to say 'here' understood?" There was a chorus of 'yes' and I began.

"Dani?"

"Here!"

"Jordi?"

"Yup!"

"Marc?"

"Present!"

"Gerard?"

"Gift!" I stopped to stare at him, “what? It's the same thing as present!" I just shook my head and continued.