Legacy | Ronaldo |

Chapter 07

Euro 2024
I'm sitting on the VIP stand with Laia and Jana. Tonight, it's Semi, Spain against France. I wore Gavi's jersey, the number 9 emblazoned on my back, feeling a mix of pride and nervousness.

From the start, Gavi was a force to be reckoned with. His movements were fluid, his passes precise. Each time he touched the ball, I felt a surge of pride.

"Laia, look at him," I whispered, eyes fixed on Gavi as he dribbled past a French defender.

Laia grinned. "He's on fire, Aitana. This is his game."

Midway through the first half, Gavi received a perfect pass from Pedri and started a swift run towards the goal. The crowd held its breath as he weaved through the defense. I stood up, heart in my throat, as he lined up his shot.

"Come on, Gavi!" I shouted.

With a powerful kick, the ball soared into the net, and the stadium erupted. Spain had scored! But then, something incredible happened. Gavi turned towards our section, made a subtle heart gesture, and pointed discreetly in my direction before being mobbed by his teammates.

I felt a rush of emotions. That was for me.

Jana noticed too. "Did you see that? He dedicated that goal to you!"

I nodded, tears of joy in my eyes. "I can't believe it. He's amazing."

The second half was tense. France pushed hard for an equalizer, but Spain's defense, led by Irene Paredes, held strong. Every time Gavi was near the ball, my heart raced. He was everywhere, contributing both offensively and defensively.

Laia leaned over, her face serious. "This is intense. France is not giving up."

I nodded, biting my lip. "I know. But Gavi and the team are holding up well."

With only a few minutes left on the clock, Spain was still leading 1-0. The French team was relentless, but Spain's defense was impenetrable. When the final whistle blew, the entire stadium erupted in cheers. Spain had won!

Jana hugged me tightly. "They did it, Aitana! Spain is in the final!"

I hugged her back, tears of joy streaming down my face. "I can't believe it. I'm so proud of him."

As the players celebrated on the field, I watched Gavi closely. He was beaming, surrounded by his teammates. His eyes scanned the crowd, and when they found me, he raised his hand and pointed, a wide smile spreading across his face.

I waved back, my heart full. "There he is, Laia! Look at that smile."

Laia laughed. "He's looking right at you, Aitana. You two are so cute."

After the celebrations on the field, we made our way down to where the players would exit. Gavi came out, still in his kit, and his face lit up when he saw me in his jersey.

"Aitana!" he called, making his way over. He pulled me into a tight hug, lifting me off my feet.

"You were amazing out there," I said, my voice full of emotion. "I'm so proud of you."

He kissed my cheek, setting me back down. "Thank you. It means so much to have you here."

Jana and Laia congratulated him too, and he thanked them with a big smile.

Gavi's perspective

The journalist greeted me with a big smile. "Gavi, congratulations on the win! Your goal was incredible and crucial in securing Spain's place in the final. How does it feel?"