Legacy | Ronaldo |

Chapter 05

Game day
We're in the locker room, getting ready for the game. Last game before national season.
Coach just finish and everyone is scream as they get out. I'm getting up when my phone rings.

Gavi🤍
>have fun! And kill everyone 🤍

I smile and join the team. The stadium buzzed with excitement as we took our positions on the field. The Champions League final between PSG and Barcelona was finally here, and the tension was palpable. As the referee blew the whistle, adrenaline coursed through my veins. This was it.

In the first few minutes, both teams tested each other, looking for weaknesses. PSG's attack was relentless, with Diani and Katoto pressing hard. Positioned as a midfielder, I focused on breaking up their plays and launching counterattacks.

"Stay focused, Aitana," I whispered to myself. "We've trained for this."

Cristiano Ronaldo's Perspective

From my seat in the VIP section, I watched Aitana with pride and a hint of anxiety. I knew the pressure she was under, having been in similar situations countless times. I leaned towards Georgina, "She's got this. Aitana has always been strong under pressure."

Georgina nodded, squeezing my hand. "She's incredible. Look at her go."

Aitana's Perspective

At the 20th minute, PSG broke the deadlock. Diani received a through ball from Geyoro, dribbled past two defenders, and slotted the ball into the bottom corner. The PSG fans erupted in cheers, and I felt a pang of frustration.

"Come on, we need to regroup," I shouted to my teammates. "We can't let this get to us!"

We intensified our efforts, and I played a crucial role in orchestrating the midfield. In the 35th minute, I made a decisive pass to Jana, who crossed the ball into the box. Jana, perfectly positioned, headed the ball into the net, leveling the score.

"Yes! That's it!" I yelled, running to hug Jana. "Great cross!"

The halftime whistle blew with the score tied at 1-1. In the locker room, our coach gave a rousing pep talk.

"We've got this, team. Keep playing our game," he said, looking each of us in the eye.

I nodded, feeling the determination in the room. "Let's show them what we're made of."

Gavi, Hector, and Marc's Perspective

From our seats in the VIP section, we exchanged nervous glances. We had known Aitana for years, seen her rise to stardom, and now we were here, watching her in one of the most crucial moments of her career.

"She'll do it," Gavi muttered, his eyes never leaving Aitana. "She always does."

Hector nodded, "I've never seen her so focused."

Aitana's Perspective

The second half started with renewed energy. PSG pushed forward aggressively, but our defense held strong. I continued to play a pivotal role in midfield, intercepting passes and launching attacks.

"Keep pushing, keep pushing!" I urged, waving my arms to rally my teammates.

In the 60th minute, we took the lead. I intercepted a pass from Dudek and quickly passed the ball to Laia, who sprinted down the wing. Laia crossed the ball into the box, where I was waiting. Ivolleyed it into the net, putting us ahead 2-1.