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"do we have to?" Finn whined as they took their seats, the Estadio José Alvalade, in Lisbon, was a breathtaking view, perfect for a UEFA Women's Champions League final, no? "yes, now shut up, it's starting" Noah shot him a pointed look before putting on his Blaugrana scarf, the final was FC Barcelona Femeni against Arsenal, two titans of the female football.
Finn, who has never been a fan of sports, let alone football, was bored through the whole first half time, until the commentator shouted "and it's a brace for the number 10 of FC Barcelona, Inés Torres! another goal, with a fantastic assist from Vicky Lopez!" , he immediately sat up, eyes wide "huh what who scored?", and looked down at the pitch, there she was, wearing the number 10, Inés Torres, messy brown hair, bright blue eyes, the smile of someone who's about to annihilate Arsenal.
During halftime, Noah was ecstatic, he kept yapping to Finn about what happened in the pitch, but he got interrupted by a question, "is that number 10 single?", Noah raised an eyebrow, giving Finn another pointed look, "she is, but she's the golden girl of Barcelona, she has the whole team around her, both male and female", Finn groaned, great, protective people, he hated those, they were so nosy and couldn't give privacy.
The match continued, and all Finn was looking at was Inés, the way she played, she was so talented, she wasn't the golden girl for no reason, Noah grinned when he saw the dumb face his friend was making, "you okay? you look like a fish", the boy shaked his head to get back to reality, and as he was doing it, she scored another one.
"she did it again! Inés Torres strikes again! the golden girl is unstoppable, with another amazing assist from Ewa Pajor!", the stadium was roaring, almost all of them were Culers, the Blaugrana was prevailing on the Gunners.
Finn knew nothing about football, or any sports of sort, but hey, for that girl, he could learn everything, even who was in the bathroom when Spain won the World Cup.
The last minutes were really intense, with Arsenal almost scoring, but Coll was faster, the ball was catched, and the victory snatched by the Blaugrana, Noah let out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding, Finn was just amazed by the girl with the number 10.
The Catalans finally lifted up their Champions League trophy, an amazing feeling for everyone, and Inés went to get her MVP trophy, "you did it!" Ewa hugged her tightly, the forward just smiled, "we did it". She lifted the trophy, the Culers were roaring, "Para las reinas de Europa!", the team was celebrating like crazy, the confetti were Blaugrana, Europe was Blaugrana.
Noah was happy, the kid on Christmas morning kind of happy, as he yapped to the others in the car, Finn was looking outside the window, watching as the maxi screen displays the best highlights of the match, seeing Inés made him wonder if she was really single, and how he could even face the protective wall around her, also named FC Barcelona Femeni and FC Barcelona.
"watcha thinking about?" asked Millie from the front seat, Noah grinned "he's thinking about a player", Finn shot him a pointed look "no I'm not", then got back to looking at the stadium, Noah wiggled his eyebrows, making Millie giggle. Finn groaned, he couldn't focus on anything anymore, his toughts were occupied by that girl, the one wearing the number 10.