Who Are You? The Football Manager.

Chapter 1: The First Time I Talked to Barcelona

DISCLAMER: I love the Messi Family (Thiago is SO cute!!), but for the purposes of this story, they won't exist. Sorry!

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys, this is the first time I am writing a football (soccer) story, instead of just reading them, so PLZ help me out when I get my facts wrong. You all have the right to hit me in the head with a football if I say something stupid like "Neymar walked out in a Real Madrid Jersey" or anything else like that. I don't mind constructive criticism, but PLZ don't be rude. I will try to update ASAP, but I don't really have a schedule for it. I promise if you guys comment then I'll update faster.

Also I wanted to let you all know that this story is going to take place about eight years ago, so Leo is 19 years old and Cristiano is 21 years old, but I'm going to be using players from different times, not just the ones from eight years ago.

Thanks,

Slytherin_Princess13 :)

*ARIANNA's POV*

I was soaked to the bone, quite literally, not that I had any right to complain. It was my choice to stand in the rain pacing the sidelines like a manic for the past 89 mins. *THUNK* I winced as I saw the football hit the post of my teams goal, 'come on Pepe, you have got to clear out those balls quickly!!' I thought. I looked at the 4th official for extra time, he held up the electronic board with the number two on it. 'Alright boys, keep going' I said in my head, 'only two more minutes left.'

Wait. I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, how rude of me; my name is Arianna Marie, and I'm the football manager for the team Real Madrid, and today was one of those tense games against our all time rivals, FC Barcelona. It's been raining for hours and I'm walking along the sidelines in my Adidas football pants and my white #7 Ronaldo zip-up jacket trying to make sure that we don't lose this home game.

*TWEET TWEET TWEET*

That was it, game over; we tied Barcelona 2-2. I ran out to the field to meet my boys. "Cristiano!" I yelled as I gave him a hug. He spun me around easily since he was a towering 6' 1" and I was a measly 5' 5".

"Why are you so wet?" Cristiano asks me as he set me down.

"Well thanks for noticing my efforts on the sidelines Ronaldo," I replied.

He bent down and kissed my forehead, "I always notice your efforts, but your efforts can be made from the bench next to the sidelines too." He said this every single game, "How many times have I told you to sit down where it's dry? Do you want to get si-"

"Arianna!!" Cristiano was cut off by the rest of the Madrid team piling on top of us.

I clawed myself out of the pile of wet, sweaty men and stood up. "You guys played like a real team today, I'm so proud of y'all! No matter how many times those Barcelona players slammed into you peps, you kept on playing! We only had 4 yellow cards this time!!"

Our team coach, José Mourinho, came up behind me and patted me on the back, "That's right! There was tons of improvement made between our last Barça game and this one."

"I think this calls for a partyyyyy," Sergio Ramos, another close friend of mine, said.

"Yeah, come on coach, we'll all still make practice tomorrow." Marcelo joined in.

José sighed, "We can talk about in the changing room, let's go," He said as he headed towards the tunnel.

Cristiano turned around and opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off, "I know, I know, wait for you guys outside the stadium." He smiled and followed the rest of his team into the changing room. I picked up my football and walk out of the stadium with the rest of the fans.