Santiago Beltránn

Being Eduardo Coudet's daughter already meant everyone at the club treated you differently. But working as the team's physiotherapist made it impossible to go unnoticed.

The players usually spoke to you with too much respect.

Santiago no.

It was almost eight o'clock at night and the medical room was empty when he appeared at the door looking tired and with a bottle of water in his hand.

—Tell me you're done with those forms.

He didn't even say hello. He just dropped his bag against the wall and sat down on the cot.

—I have ice on my calf.

-Again?

—It's your father's fault. He runs faster from the outside than we do from the inside.

You let out a short laugh as you looked for a bandage.

Santiago looked at you for a few seconds before speaking again.

—I still don't understand how someone so small can have so much power.

-Sorry?

—You're one meter twenty tall and yet everyone is afraid of you.

You gently tapped him on the shoulder with the bandage and he let out a low laugh.

—There it is, workplace violence.

You approached to check the calf and he automatically supported your leg so you could work more comfortably.

"You're not injured," you said after a few seconds.

—I never said injured. I said I needed ice.

He stared at you with that calm face he always used to annoy you.

—Besides, the air conditioning works better here than in the locker room.

You shook your head as you arranged things.

—One day I'm going to stop paying attention to you.

—You can't. I'm your favorite patient.

—You're my most troublesome patient.

Santiago barely smiled.

—But still a favorite.

Language: Argentine Spanish