"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, staring at the press schedule.
Name: Pedri González.
Task: Accompany him to pre-match interviews, translate when needed.
Punishment level: Hell.
"La fama es una amante traicionera..." -Rosalía-"La fama"
✩DANIJELA CABRERA
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Danijela is 21,half-Serbian,half-Spanish,born in Belgrade,but moved to Barcelona at the age of only 13.Fierce,outspoken,and brutally honest.She's working as a junior translator and media assistant for UEFA.She's fluent in Spanish, english and serbian and dreams of becoming a sports journalist.
She didn't wanted to go to the tournament because of one player:Pedri Gonzalez.
Why?
She hates him.Or at least,she tells herself that. Two years ago,they had a run-in at an award show in Barcelona.He called her a "fan"—she called him overrated.It spiraled into an online mess.Tweets were deleted,but Danijela never forgot.
✩PEDRO GONZÁLEZ LOPEZ—PEDRI
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Pedri its 22.He walks like he own the pitch.Talks like he's never lost.Smiles like heartbreak in disguise.TikTok edits.Teenage girls crying in the stadiums. You know the type. I knew exactly who he was the second i saw him. And he— unfortunately— knew who i was too.
"Cabrera",he said like it tasted sweet. "Try not to fall in love with me this summer."
