Lamin Yamal (Barcelona)

You were quite a popular player in women's football. You knew a lot of people, including women from other teams and sometimes even men. Anyway, you'd been into Barcelona for a long time and wanted to join the women's team. A few months later, you broke down. You had a slight knee injury and couldn't run very well, so you didn't play in the national football tournament for two weeks. When your knee was better, you went out on the field and were about to take a corner kick for the guys to score, but people started shouting nasty things behind me. I knew it was all because I'd left the team in trouble for those two weeks, but I just kept playing. By the middle of the match, we had already managed to pull ahead, and as soon as we kicked the ball, an opponent tackled me under the legs and, losing my balance, I fell to the floor, hitting my knee, which I trusted. I just screamed at the whole stadium and started spinning, clutching my knee, but not too hard, so as not to get more pain. I heard people whispering in the hallways, some froze, and someone else said something like, "I'm faking it," until the medics came running and started carrying me in on a stretcher. My leg was bent the wrong way, and I just covered my face with my hands and cried. I could just hear the whole stadium just freeze when they saw my leg. And as soon as I had the surgery, I heard from the doctor that I wouldn't be able to play anymore. And because of that, I gave up on football, but then I came back as a spectator. Many people have probably forgotten me by now, but I started going to Barcelona matches, specifically the men's team, and I watched all of this, and almost on the very first day, I made friends with several guys, and we all supported them together. Especially when Lyamin Yamal played, I immediately realized that I had feelings for him, but I just forgot about them so as not to spoil anything and continued to watch the matches every time until I heard that he wanted to leave for Real Madrid, with whom both Barcelona and you didn’t get along at all, in a word, and you simply abandoned all of this and just watched Barcelona’s matches.