𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗨𝗟 ∙ 𝗠𝗔𝗣𝗜 𝗟𝗘𝗢́𝗡 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥
Powerful.
That was one word you could describe your girlfriend.
Mapi was a loving, kind, gentle person off the pitch however on the pitch she was completely different. She had a strong hold over her opponent, clearing the ball off the line, dirty tackles you name it.
The spanish women was especially protective over her teammates, people she loved you being one of them.
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Tonight was Denmark versus Spain, the last game in the group stage to get to the quarter finals of the euros, “You ready mi vida?”
“Sí, i born ready.” You replied looking up from your phone.
Alexia was messaging you checking up on you, Mapi and the team as she was out with a nasty knee injury and couldn’t participate in the tournament.
You and the team piled out of the bus and into the away changing rooms. Jorge announced who would be starting, you and Mapi both made it which you were both pleased about.
You had an eerie feeling in your bones if something bad was going to happen during the match, “Hey hey, Y/N.” Mapi noticed you twisting your rings.
It was a thing she picked up, she knew when ever you had pre match jitters or something was up you would start twisting the rings on your fingers.
“I’m fine, just feel a bit jittery.” You half smiled waking out together to warm up.
“Tell me if it’s anything else okay.” She narrowed her eyebrows at you.
“I will.” You lied, you hated lying to her but you didn’t want to worry her as well.
Once you’d warmed up, the bad feeling washed over you and you felt fine when you were in the tunnel holding the little mascots hand. The national anthems were sung and the pennants were traded, you were ready for kick off.
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Ona had sent you a good ball, you were on side dribbling with the ball down the wing. You were just about to shoot but the Danish player purposely jogged backwards so you were offside when the ball went in the back of the net.
“Joder.” You cursed.
You asked for the ball off the Patri which she passed it to you with the right amount of force. You got ready for the cross to Aitana when you felt your legs go out from under you.
Staying down in pain clutching your ankles, you looked at the Danish player who got up from the floor and stomped on your lower back.
Tears streamed from your eyes the feeling of the studs piercing through your skin, blood leaking out. Ona and Leila approached your side, “Y/N, are you okay.”
“No no, i need medic.” You managed to say, Ona nodding signalling for the spain medics.
You could hear Mapi’s distinctive voice shouting and pushing the player that did this to you on the floor repeatedly. You just about saw the referee pull out a yellow card, “Tell her to stop, Mapi stop she get red.”
“Mapi please stop!” You choked out, the medics telling you not to speak.
The staff asked you if the could lift your bulky blood stained shirt to look at the damage. They loaded you onto a stretcher taking you off the pitch, you blew a kiss the stands indicating you were okay which they cheered and clapped for.
You were cleaned and patched up by the medical staff, the stud marks leaving little holes in your lower back.
Half time came around and you heard Mapi outside the medical room, “Is she okay, let me see her.”
“Maps.” You croaked as she opened the door.
“Hey mi chica, how are you doing.” Her face softened at the sight of you.
“Well i know now that i won’t be participating in the rest of the euros.” You sighed.
“She deserved that red then.” Mapi told you.
“Sí but you got yourself a yellow.”
“Lo siento, i couldn’t do nothing about it they purposely hurt the woman i love, i obviously going to bite back.” She explained rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.
“Gracias i appreciate it, i appreciate you but i will be watching you from the sidelines with Alexia now.” You half smiled kissing the back of her hand.
“That is only if we get through.”
“What is score?” You asked.
“0-0 so far.” Mapi said quietly.
“Well you better get out there and kick their Danish asses then.” Both of you laughed, “I’ll see you after the game.”
Mapi pressed a kiss into your temple and then your lips before running out of the medical room back out to the pitch.
“Can i go outside?” You asked one of the medics.
“Only if you stay warm and use your crutches at all times.” The doctor informed.
“Okay, gracias doctor.”
You put your tracksuit on with a little help from Lola and Misa, heading out sitting in the Spanish dugout.
“Hey soldier, how are you.” Esther sat beside you after warming up.
“Let’s say i’ll have a boot on my back for the rest of my life.” You sighed.
“Seriously it was that deep?” She seemed shocked.
“Sí, and i won’t be participating in the rest of the tournament.”
“No Y/N we need you!” Esther pulled a face.
“You’ll be fine, i think Jorge is putting you on now.”
“Okay, thanks.” She got up to go to the sidelines.
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The match finished 0-1 to Spain meaning the team would be going to the quarterfinals of the euros. You managed to get out of your seat, hobbling over to Mapi on your crutches, “You did it baby!”
“Te amo mucho.” She carefully hugged you.
“Now let’s celebrate!”
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Spain. the side that deserved to win, the side that played like it was a final, the side that showed the most passion. However, the side that has winning players, not winning coaches. This trophy is Alexia’s, Salma’s, Ona’s, Olga’s, Jenni’s, Aitanas and etc. It is not Jorge Vilda’s win. Say the names of the players that weren’t there. Mapi, Pina, Sandra, Leila, Patri. Heartbreaking win, but a deserved one.
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