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August 30th 2020
Standing with hands on hips and head held high high you refused to sink to your knees in despair. Every inch of you ached, your muscles clenching in fatigue but you would not go down, around you some of your team mates were on the floor, defeated, heads hung low, some wiping away tears from their red cheeks.
Confetti was strewn across the pitch at your feet. You hadn’t just wanted to win the Champions League for the obvious reasons, you’d wanted to win it to prove to your ex-girlfriend that you didn’t care, that she hadn’t shattered your heart and your life, to show that for something, you were good enough.
You saw her, Dzenifer Marozsán, lifting her team mate into the air in celebration, the same team mate you had walked in on with her head thrown back in pleasure and your girlfriends head between her legs.
Sarah fucking Bouhaddi.
Forcing yourself to look away you stared up at the scoreboard, the bright lights mocking you.
You didn’t need to put on a brave face and go round greeting the fans, there were no fans.
You wished your Dad was here, complaining of the ‘Sub Lime’ green home shirt he would wear with y/n on the back but covid restrictions meant he wasn’t there, the stadium was empty.
“How are you?” A voice broke your thoughts.
Dzenifer stood in front of you.
You had barely registered her presence when she was aggressively shoved to the side.
“You don’t get to know that anymore Marozsán.” Your team mate and friend, Pernille took her place beside beside you.
Dzenifer rolled her eyes.
“Whatever I tried.” She said, walking back to her team mates who were still celebrating across the field.
Pernille placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Look y/n I know it is shit we didn’t win and I know this hurts but given everything going on in the world right now, well I figure losing isn’t so bad.”
You nodded through the tears that threatened to spill. Marching away from your team mates and in to the tunnel you quickly arrived at the changing rooms. You slammed the door open wide and kicked a stray boot across the floor in frustration. Rifling through your bag you pulled your phone out, ignoring the messages sitting in your inbox you dialled your agents number, without giving them a chance to even greet you, you said the two words that you knew would change your life.
“I’m in.”
………..
The taxi dropped you off at the training ground.
You had signed the contract with your new team only 48 hours after the loss against Lyon giving you just over a week to pack your things and say goodbye. Wolfsburg had not been happy with you, expecting you to resign with them, even more so after it was announced Pernille Harder was also leaving. She was a good friend, she had understood the need to leave, she didn’t tell you that you had made a rash decision like a lot of your team mates had.
You snapped out of your thoughts by a young man hurriedly approaching you looking slightly flustered.
“Y/n y/ln I am Jonatan, assistant coach, welcome to Barcelona.” He smiled shaking your hand.
You hoisted your sports bag onto your shoulder.
“I’m glad to be here.” You responded truthfully, Jonatan gestured for you to walk together towards the entrance of the training facility.
“I’m a big fan y/n, that final was a close game, you played very well I hope you can bring some of that passion and dedication to Barca. Maybe you can lift that Champions League trophy with us.”
You were taken aback at the positivity. Having grown accustomed to the negativity you had endured over the last few months at Wolfsburg you couldn’t help but allow yourself some hope for the future.
Jonatan led you through the facility and into a small conference room where he handed you your first Barca shirt. The team photographer appeared, introducing themselves before taking a shot of you holding your shirt up before another man bustled into the room followed by a woman from the coaching staff.
“Y/n this is Lluis Cortez team manager.”
Cortez stepped forward shaking your hand.
“Y/ln in a Barca shirt, some things are just meant to be.”
More photos, this time of you and Cortez as you pretended to sign your contract again.
“Right, change and I will see you on the field.” Cortez said, leaving the room taking Jonatan with him.
The woman Cortez had arrived with guided you to the changing rooms.
“Y/n!” A voice cried out, you saw a flash of garnet out of the corner of your eye, swiftly turning you managed to catch the girl jumping on you.
“Lieke.” You hugged your international team mate, as she wrapped her legs around your waist.
“Finally a fellow Dutchie, I am so glad you’re here.” She exclaimed, you could feel the happiness radiating off your friend.
“Ladies this is y/n y/ln.” Lieke shouted across the changing rooms.
You were greeted with hugs, high fives and kisses on both cheeks. You knew you were blushing at all the attention.
…….
Two weeks into pre season and you could safely say you were getting along with most of the team. You’d say mostly because there was one nut you had yet to crack.
The elusive Alexia Putellas.
Whenever you would speak to the woman she would give one word answers in a voice so soft you’d think you imagined the response. She would twirl her hair in a nervous habit so much you had day dreamed of yanking her hair and….
Nope!
No!
You had sworn off getting involved with a fellow footballer ever again.
Feeling a thump to the back of your head you turned just in time to catch Hermoso grinning widely and Alexia herself, looking apologetic.
“So sorry y/n Alexia just seems to have no control whenever you are around.” Jenni called out running over to retrieve the ball that had just hit you on the head.
“No worries Jenni.” You responded, raising a hand to rub at the sore part of your skull.
“We are having dinner at mine later, just a few of us, will you come?” The taller woman asked tucking the ball under her arm.
“Sounds good to me what time?” You replied happily as Alexia approached you both.
“Seven is perfect.” Jenni answered.
“Perfect?” Alexia mumbled in question to her friend.
“I’ll text you the address.” Jenni smiled, she turned dragging Alexia with her.
“Sorry about the headache.” She called out behind her.
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FIFA Women’s World Cup Australia and New Zealand 2023 (From Thursday 20 July to Sunday 20 August). Beyond Greatness in Australia and New Zealand.– Knockout stage (Final) from on Sunday 20 August - Sydney : England (0) vs (1) Spain. Goals : Olga Carmona 29'. Spain are the Champions.
VISA Player of the Match : Olga Carmona (Spain)
Stadium Australia, Sydney
Referee: Tori Penso (United States)
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THE PERFECT FEMALE FOOTBALLER HAS THE PERFECT FEMALE BODY.
PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on professional female footballer for "La Roja," a.k.a., the Spain Women's National Football Team, Olga Carmona, looking chiseled and relaxed off the football field and in swimwear attire.
Perfect in every way. Such a godly form! 💕
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José Gómez Campaña, además de ser el cerebro del Levante, mete goles y es internacional. Ilustración realizada para el libro "113 Icones de la història del Levante UD". #campaña #josecampaña #levanteud #levante #laliga #futbol #football #footballillustration #ilustracion #illustration #illustrationartists #laroja #seleccionespañola #ciutatdevalencia #sportillustrated (en L'ETNO. Museu Valencià d'Etnologia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoAyMCUtEi3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Chile vs Corea del Sur Ya está en desarrollo el encuentro amistoso. Estos son los once elegidos por Eduardo Berizzo para su debut en #LaRoja 💯🔥 🇰🇷🆚🇨🇱 ⏰ 07:00 horas de Chile 🏟 Mundialista de Daejeon (en Daejeon, South Korea) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cedki-CFBJd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Espanha x Costa Rica Copa Do Mundo 2022 (melhores momentos)
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Santorini Greece 2019
Pre season vacations with the squad always made you happy, firstly because you came together as a team and got relax and reset yourselves for the season ahead and secondly because of the anticipation for the aforementioned season ahead.
In the youth camps of Barcelona and the Spanish international team you had become best friends with Alexia Putellas, as you grew up together you’d become more and more attracted to one another. She was your first everything and you were hers but you were never official, everyone knew you hooked up but neither of you wanted to ruin your friendship by labelling yourselves.
When you’d departed in 2015 to play for PSG at the age of 21 Alexia had become closer to Jenni whilst you embraced living in France dating various different players until you met Dzsenifer Marozsán when she joined Lyon in 2016. What started as rivalry quickly turned attraction.
So whilst you made things official with the German midfielder Alexia did so with Jenni.
Her relationship with Jenni was rocky to say the least, their team mates never knew if they were on or off or if they would be even on speaking terms.
At the time you had thought you had fared much better with Dzsenifer, you had been honest with her about Alexia which caused untold jealousy especially when you were at national camp together which resulted in you promising not to room with her or interact with her too much without others present. As a result you and Alexia started to drift apart until that is, one weekend when you travelled to visit Dzsenifer and found her knuckles deep in one of her team mates.
So you returned to Spain, back to Barcelona after the departure of Jenni Hermoso in 2017, a direct swap with you leaving PSG and her joining them.
You’d rekindled your friendship with Alexia which naturally progressed into resuming the relationship you had before, hooking up except this time you had managed to keep it quiet from the team.
Which led you to now, sitting outside a small cafe with the squad in Santorini chatting and sipping espressos.
“So Jenni is coming back.” Patri smirked at Alexia wiggling her eyebrows.
You had been scrolling through your phone whilst chatting with Vicky Losada when Patri spoke.
You felt Vicky’s hand on your shoulder, she was the only person who knew about the two of you.
The girls had erupted into chatter about Jenni’s imminent arrival and begun teasing Alexia who blushed profusely at the attention.
“I need to get some bits for Emma.” Vicky announced standing up. “Come with me y/n you can carry the bags.” She ordered grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet and pulling you away from the cafe in search of gifts for her girlfriend, Irish goalkeeper Emma Byrne.
As you walked towards a small shop selling trinkets Vicky nudged you.
“You okay y/nn?” She asked delicately.
You stopped to look at some postcards on a stand.
“Of course.” You replied spinning the card holder round.
“Just because she’s coming back doesn’t mean they will get back together this time.” Vicky pushed the conversation knowing you wouldn’t.
You pursed your lips. On the inside you felt like your mind was in chaos.
“Is this why you haven’t resigned your contract y/n?” She asked picking up a bracelet to inspect it.
You should of realised that Vicky as Captain would know about your contract negotiations.
“You haven’t resigned?” A voice came from behind you. You turned to see Alexia staring at you intently a sad look on her face.
“I’m going to continue my shopping, you two need to talk.” Vicky instructed pushing you both towards the exit of the little shop.
Alexia grabbed your hand, leading you through the winding alleyways back to your hotel. Neither of you said a word until you reached the door to your shared room, once inside she spun suddenly and pulled you into a hug.
“You’re leaving aren’t you.” She whispered, her chin resting on your shoulder.
You sighed heavily and inhaled the scent of her perfume, you face was in neck.
“I can’t stay.” You choked out.
Alexia run her hands over your back soothingly.
“I want you to stay.”
You could feel your eyes swimming with tears.
“I can’t stay and watch you be with someone who isn’t me Ale.” You admitted, Alexia pulled back suddenly, a hand on both your shoulders and looked you in the eye.
“This is because Jenni is coming back.” She asked, she wiped a stray tear from your cheek.
You swallowed, avoiding eye contact.
“I know I was a distraction after she left and I was ok with that at first but now…” You trailed off not wanting to say the words that swam around your head.
Alexia tilted your chin to look at you.
“You weren’t the distraction y/n, she was the distraction from you.” She spoke so quietly you thought you’d misheard her.
“I never wanted to push you especially after your ex but I can’t just be friends with you anymore y/n.” A tear fell from Alexia’s eyes as she offered you a small smile.
“Stay.” She pleaded resting her forehead against yours. “Stay with me y/n.” She begged.
“But Jenni.” You started to say taking a step back from the woman in front of you.
Alexia grabbed your hands in her own.
“Jenni knows, she’s always known its why we broke up. She knew I could never love her like I love you.”
You gazed into Alexia’s eyes, seeing the sincerity and the emotion in them.
“I will never hurt you like Dzsenifer did, I love you so much.” Her tears fell freely as she stood in front of you waiting for you to reply.
You nodded, wiping the tears from her face as you stepped forward.
“I love you.” You declared feeling the weight finally lift from your chest as admitting your feelings.
Alexia wrapped you up in her arms pressing small kisses to your face until you finally let out a giggle at her actions.
“Will you be mine?” She asked nervously as she held you in her arms.
You smiled and drew her in to a passionate kiss.
“I’ve always been yours.”
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Seleção da Espanha na Copa do Mundo 1994 | Antes e Depois
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HAS ME ABSOLUTELY MESMERIZED WITH HER CURIOUS FEATURES & FOOTBALLING SKILLS.
PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on Olga Carmona García (born 12 June 2000), Spanish professional footballer who plays as a left back for Liga F club Real Madrid and the Spain national women's team.
God, not to sound like a total creep, but I absolutely, positively adore this female Spanish footballing star, and I've been watching her closely ever since I started tuning into this year's FIFA Women's World Cup. Furthermore, her features strike me as more exotic than the rest of her teammates, and I remain mystified and in awe of such striking features on this young woman. Yes, she's European, but with an Arabic/Eastern flavor that cannot be denied, and it's truly beautiful to behold. That is all.
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¡Donas en el Monumental de Chile! 🍩@laroja y @fcfseleccioncol igualaron en un partido en el que le anularon una anotación a Guillermo Maripán por offside. ❌⚽
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