Fabiano

Cristiano Ronaldo & Fabio Coentrao ♥

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Fabio’s POV

 I couldn’t move. I just stood there in the middle of the hotel room – our hotel room – and kept staring at the scene in front of me. It was Cristiano and Irina. Naked. Together. In one bed.

I opened my mouth, ready to say something but closed it soon after. It must have looked like a fish under water. Jamie was the first to cough slightly: “Ahem, no offence to you guys but I would have a few ideas to bolster your bed activities. May I?” Irina, who suddenly was back in reality, fluttered her eyelashes and said “Of course”.

I barely noticed Jamie going over to Irina and getting out a tie from his pocket. Instead I just kept staring at Cristiano who stared back. I didn’t want to cry, not in front of Cristiano, not in front of our new goalkeeper (whom I have just met a week ago) and certainly not in front of Irina who was a super model. Therefore, I just said: “Cristiano… well, this is my side of the bed. I thought I could sleep in there this night. You know, I really need my sleep. I’ve talked to the doctor a while ago. The doctor that you recommended me, you know, with the very nice doctor’s office where they also have a tiny aquarium… What was his name again? Doctor Do Conde? Oh, funny, he is just called like my home town. You remember I’m from Vila Do Conde, right? And…”

“Fabio”, Cristiano said but I wasn’t ready to listen. I wanted to tell him about the necessity to sleep in that bed. “And he said that I needed sleep. It would be good for my health. Yeah… and also good to prevent all those injuries. Can you believe that I’ve missed half of the matches last season due to injuries? I was really surprised when I heard that it might have been the cause of lack of sleep. Haha. I mean I sleep so much. I sleep after training sessions, sometimes on the sofa and also when I relax in the garden. You know, when I didn’t sleep? That was funny. It was on a fishing boat. We were fishing on the Atlantic and I wasn’t even tired, I….” “Fabio!”, Cristiano screamed and got up. His voice was so loud that I cringed. “This is different than it may looked.” Different? I looked over to Irina who was now tied to the bed by Jamie’ tie. Tied to my bed. “I mean, I can also go and find a different room. In fact, I’m going over to the press man from Germany now. Do you know if he’s responsible for our beds? I mean he is so clever…” With every word I said, I went a step back, closer to the door. Cristiano grabbed his boxer shorts, put them on and was at the door before I could open it. “Wait”, he said. “Please”.

We stood there. Facing each other. I could feel his breath on my face. Only centimetres away. He smelled like aftershave and champagne. He just smelled like Cristiano. “It’s fine, really!”, I said. “Please let me out of this room”.

Cristiano placed himself in front of the door. “No. Not until we’ve discussed this.”

“There is nothing to discuss, Cristiano. Really. I said it’s fine and that makes it fine. You don’t need to be afraid that I tell Georgina. I can keep secrets, you know?” I tried to smile.

“Georgina? What?”, Cristiano seemed to be confused.

“I can understand that you don’t want to hurt or endanger your relationship. You have three children and probably plan more with her. But I can understand why you did what you did with Irina. She is an old love and there are old feelings. It’s hard to keep them in check. You know my uncle Bruno was married for 36 years. And he was happily married but then he met a fisher’s widow. They started talking, they fell in love, but Bruno cheated on her with his ex-wife. He told us last Christmas. You won’t believe how surprised we were” I started smiling at the thought of Christmas in Villa do Conde. We had the best fish. “But the point is his new girlfriend forgave Bruno. They’re reconciled. In fact, all of them living in the same village now. Not in Vila Do Conde but in the neighbouring village if you want to visit them?”

Cristiano didn’t reply at first. It looked like he was thinking about what I said. I’m sure my family constellations where a little hard for him to understand as Cristiano has never been the best in listening.

“Sooo, I really need some sleep. I think I’ll try at Sami’s. He has no friends, you know, and he and I have talked a little. Turns out we’re getting along okay”

“God Fabio, please, not the German!”, Cristiano said desperately.

I patted his arm: “Don’t look so sad. It’s going to be okay. Alright? Georgina is a good girl, she would understand if you tried to talk to her. Remember you two are big loves.” I looked up to him. “Boa noite, Cristiano”, I said, opened the door and left the room.

When I was alone on the corridor, my eyes watered. I could not stop the tears from falling. Everything I had said about Georgina was about me. It was true that I was sad and disappointed, but I could never stop loving Cristiano. Never.

When I walked down the corridor searching for Sami’s room, the last thing I heard coming out of Cristiano’s room, was Jamie’s voice asking: “Do you have a vase-like item somewhere?”

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Cristianos POV:

Sad and full of misery, I shuffled along the empty hotel corridor. We couldn't take the next flight to Madrid because the weather was to bad. I didn't really care because my thoughts were still at the game. I felt my eyes slowly filling with tears. It wasn't possible for me to think about anything else. The match against Moscow was an absolute disaster. Of course, I should be happy because we won. That is the only thing that matters because the team always comes first. But anyone who knows Cristiano Ronaldo well knows that I permanently want to be the best player on the pitch. It's hard to believe, but today I realized there is someone better than me. Someone who doesn't work as hard as I do, who is smaller and less more athletic. Life isn't fair. Furious, I hit my fist against the wall and sank to the floor.

While I sank in self-pity, a female voice sounded: "Cristiano!" Without looking up I answered: "Back of!" Unexpectedly, five fingernails clawed into my shoulder and pulled me violently into the next hotel room. I screamed: "Who's there? What are you doing? Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody. Help! You know I need someone. Heeeeelp." "Shut up, Cristiano. It's just me. Irina." Surprised I looked at her and stood up. "Irina? What are you doing here?" I said, knocking the dust from my pants. "Come on. I am russia. I come from here." she said, as if this situation was the most normal thing in the world. "And what are you doing in our hotel?" "I was searching for you. You know, I was thinking about us. You, me, best combo." "Irina, it is over. You left me five years ago to make a child with this unknowing actor." "I know, I know. But he wants more kids now and I am not content to give birth to another child that destroys my body. I am a model. My body is my capital. And you are the only man who understands my problems and hires a surrogate mother." "I'm together with Fabio ... ähm I mean, Georgina, alias big love." , oh no, what have I done? Quickly, I tried to save the situation: "She is from Argentina and she is really sweet and cute and adorable and..." "What did you say? You are in a relationship with Fabio Coentrao?", she was out of control now. "No, I said Georgina, alias big love.", I said while trying to stay cool. "I always knew it! I ALWAYS knew it!!!! The press will love this story. The best player on earth loves the worst player on earth." Okay, I had no chance. "Irina, I beg you, don't tell anybody!", I started to cry again. "Why should I? This is the consequence of not taking me back." "Come on. I will pay you if you don't talk to anyone about it. How much do you want? One million? Two million? Three?" "I am a supermodel. I earn my own money. But you know what? I am a nice girl. I will shut up on one condition." "Tell me.", maybe there was hope. "Sleep with me! NOW!" Without waiting for my answer, she kissed me passionately and took my shirt off.  Suddenly I had to remember how good Irina was in bed. And without thinking ahead, I started to unbutton her blouse.

Today I can not say what's got into me that night and why I didn't realize that the door of the hotel room was still open. I don't know why I didn't hear the voices of my sweet little Fabio and Jamie coming nearer and nearer to the room. All I know is that I broke Fabio's heart for the first time in my life.

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Eden’s POV

 “Do you really have to go?”, Natacha stared at the wheel of our car. She had stopped it in front of the training centre at Valdebebas where she wanted to drop off me and Ruben who was sitting in the backseat playing with his mobile. “Yes, I have to. We’re flying to Moscow in two hours. You could invite friends over for some tea and waffles” “Yes, good idea, darling!”, Natacha smiled and kissed me. “Ruben, do you want to come over for tea?” Natacha asked Ruben in French which wasn’t a problem because aside from English Ruben spoke all kinds of languages almost fluently. “Sorry, Natacha, but I’m also flying to Moscow” Ruben answered and smiled to her apologetically. “Oh…”, Natacha sounded sad and looked down. “Look, we have to go…” Before I could continue, Natacha grabbed my arm and tears started rolling down her face. I looked back to Ruben, trying to ask for his help in this but he said instead: “Comfort her, tell her you’ll be back in no time. I’ll wait outside for you.” He smiled at me and got out of the car.

“Natacha, let’s not make a scene and let me go”, I said to her trying to hide my annoyance. “Okay, but please, Eden, kiss me before you go. I want to feel your lips, mon amour” I nodded, kissed her, left the car, waved, and made my way up to the front door of the training centre where Ruben was leaning at the wall, hands in his pocket, waiting for me.

“Everything alright?”, he asked. “Yeah, it’s fine” I said, “Natacha, can be a little attached sometimes…” I shrugged. “Don’t worry about that”, Ruben said and clapped on my shoulder “she loves you, man!”

 All the way to the airport I thought about Ruben’s words. As I was an important player for Real Madrid, I was guaranteed a single seat at the team bus. Apart from me, only Cristiano and the captain Sergio Ramos were allowed to sit on their own. Madrid was flying past the bus window and I wondered whether Natacha’s unconditional love was really everything I wanted and needed in life. In fact, could there be more? Maybe a deeper feeling? A soulmate? Okay, I wasn’t starring in a soap opera and Natacha was definitely not a bad wife. She cared about the kids, the household, she was from Belgium…

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a shriek behind me.

“No way!!” It was Fabio’s voice who was sitting next to the German Khedira.  “You like fish? Like catching fish? Wow, you, me, soulmates!!”, Fabio said euphorically. “Yes, yes!”, the German replied. Fabio smiled at him and got out his mobile to probably show him some fishing pics. As I wasn’t at all interested in fish (in fact, I detested fish, its smell as well as its taste), I turned around again.

If a soulmate was really a thing, I had been hoping for two minutes ago, I wasn’t anymore. A love to a meal cannot be compared to the love for a person, can it?

 The flight to Moscow passed in no time and before I knew what was happening it was the next day, 9pm, the Champions League anthem in my ears. I was really here. At the world’s biggest club. The royal club that has formed a myth, a legend. And me, Eden Hazard, was now part of this legend, the number 10 on my back. I was giving a high five to every player in the starting eleven: our goalkeeper Jamie who had a fierce, dominant look in his eyes, the defenders, Raphael Varane, Sergio Ramos, Fabio (who I accidentally slapped in the face because he didn’t know that I wanted to give him a high five), and David Luiz, and so on until I reached Ruben. He was the only player I hadn’t slapped hands with yet. Instead of just slapping my hands and patting me on the back, Ruben pulled me close to him and said: “Listen Eden, this is your chance to show the world that you’re the best. Will you do that?” Ruben looked me directly in the eyes expecting me to answer. “Yes! Oui! Yes, man!” I said and felt the adrenalin rushing. It was my night! I was Eden Hazard, one of, if not the, best player in Europe at the moment. “Good”, Ruben smiled slapped on my back and ran to his position shortly before the referees whistled.

Only 105 minutes later, the newspapers all over Europe were full with headlines like “Eden Hazard – is as addictive as Russian vodka”, “Eden Hattrick. How the Belgium superstar teared an utterly surprised Moscow to pieces”, “Real Hazard. This guy is more royal than the Queen”, or “Royal pigeons are falling from the sky as they make place for a new superstar in football heaven – Eden Hazard”.

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Rubens POV: Our first game against Huesca was a good one. My teammate Eden scored two brilliant goals, and Cristiano converted a penalty shot. The only player who was a bit out of it was our left-back Fabio Concentrao. He forgot continuously which of the goals he had to defend, because he couldn‘t remember that Jamie is our new goalkeeper now. That’s why Fabio actually took a shot at our own goal in the first half. Fortunately, Jamie was able to hold on to the ball. However, after the victory, we were at the top of the league table.

Back in Madrid, I was cooking myself a large serving of baked beans for breakfast, while Eden was sleeping. The smell of the beans was so tasty, that I wondered if Eden likes beans, too. Maybe I should cook another serve?

I bet you are wondering now, why Eden lived in the same house as me. It is very easy to explain. In Madrid, all players live in a specific location that is isolated from the other inhabitants. The club wants to make sure that every player has time to rest without paparazzi and fans in front of their houses.  But when Eden and I moved to Real Madrid, there weren't enough houses, which meant Eden and me had to share a house until his own was built. It was no problem for us because we knew each other very well. We have been friends for years.

Suddenly I heard a noise from above. Was he awake? I went upstairs to ask him if he wants to take breakfast with me. "Eden? Are you in the bathroom? Can I come in?", I asked, unsure, in which of our 15 rooms he was. I knocked on the door, but no one was answering. So I decided to open it, not knowing that this wasn't one of my best ideas.

Before I realized who was standing in the middle of the bathroom, I heard Eden screaming. Wow, his shout sounded very female.  Then I looked up and perceived that not Eden was screaming but his wife Natacha.  Both were standing right in front of me, completely naked. "Oh my god, sorry. I didn't know that your wife is on a visit, Eden. Why didn't you lock the door? And what are you two doing in our shared bathroom? Don't tell me that you wanted to make knickiknacka where I normally brush my teeth." My eyes ran automatically to Eden's well-formed booty. His fundament looked like a masterpiece out of marble, created by God himself. "Eden, tell him to get away!!!", Natacha screamed while she was grabbing a towel. Oh lord, why didn't Eden take a towel? I couldn't take my eyes off his iron butt. "Ruben, get out of here! Hurry!", Eden said angrily. "Oh, of course, of course", totally embarrassed, I closed the door. But I forgot one thing and opened it again: "Do you like baked beans?" "GET OUT!!!" Okay, I guess they were not interested in taking breakfast with me.

While I was eating my beans, I had to think about what happened in the bathroom over and over again. Of course, it was a very awkward situation. But there was another thing bothering me. I didn't like to see Eden doing such intimate things with his wife. But why did I fell this way? And why did I have to think about his tushy over and over again? These were two of my biggest questions I ever had in life. Without knowing that the following month will help to answer these questions, I washed my dishes and dreamed about how Eden's butt would feel in my hands.

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Fabio’s POV

5 years later

 Wow, a few things have passed since the last time you’ve heard of me. Let me briefly summarize them for you:

-          First and foremost, Cristiano and I have found each other. Well, we kind of did. Even though you might have heard from the media that Cristiano has made three new children and won over a new girlfriend, we have confessed our love for one another. I tell you that it was an emotional and overwhelming moment for me which I’ll never forget for the rest of my life. Yet, I’m still with Andreia and he with his new girl Georgina, who is famously known as ‘big love’, but we’re all living in Madrid next door to each other in order for me to still be able to steal his apples (and more of course…). However, since the incident with Maria it had become clear to us that it was better to love each other in secret. Not even Andreia knows about us.

-          Apropos Maria, he is still at Real but his skills got worse. He barely makes the squad anymore which may also be a result of our new coach.

-          Yes, you’ve heard right. We have a new coach. Or rather a new old one: The one and only Zinedine Zidane. He used to be our coach one season ago resulting in us winning the Champions League three times in a row, however, he quit after the last season. Now, he’s back and stronger than ever.

-          If you almost stopped reading because you were scared that Mou was gone – don’t be! He is now our assistant coach. Whether or not he likes his new role is up to debate but more about that in the following chapters.

-          The new coaching duo Zizou and Mou have turned the whole squad upside down. The only remaining players you may still recognize are Di Maria, Sergio Ramos, Luka Modric, Varane and the German guy Khedira.

-          We have got another German import called Groteska (or is it Goretzka? … No, I don’t think so…) whose playing in the defensive midfield – be aware of his curls!

-          It’s not only Germans who made the team but we’re a very international Real Madrid in fact.

-          We have three Brits: our new goalkeeper Jamie Dornan (San Iker has retired ... or is he still playing? I’m not sure) who keeps saying that he has a very special taste. I think he doesn’t like fish. The other British guy played for a Real Madrid more than a decade ago. You may remember him as David Beckham. He is now working in our marketing department as he is too old to play football. He has reformed a lot already. On matchdays, he sells strawberry banana smoothies and after I requested it the menu also lists fish bone smoothies now. The last British guy is Ruben Loftus Cheek who has not only nice cheeks but also long legs and brown skin. He will also be a huge part of the upcoming chapters… Stay tuned!!

-          Loftus moved over from Chelsea London alongside Eden Hazard who hopefully every one of you know. He’s Belgian. He is short – but not shorter than me and quite handsome. I think, he and Ruben would make such a great couple. Unfortunately, their communication seems to be a bit complicated … Cristiano and I had better luck with this…

-          Zizou has pulled his strings and made the signing of a very promising talent possible: Kylian Mbappe who is French and young but very skilled.

-          The last two signings are the defender David Luiz and our new media spokesman Ingo Zamperoni.

-          Last but not least, it was the legendary number 7 Juanito who has watched our Club’s every move and still is!!

 So, now back to business. It was a rainy day in Huesca when I woke up early in the hotel room. (Yes, Huesca – I don’t know where that is but Cristiano told me that it was somewhere in Spain which kind of makes sense considering we’re playing in a Spanish League.) I heard the rain falling when I turned around in my bed to face Cristiano. There he was – the Portuguese hero, legend, and sex symbol lying 10 centimetres away from me. I was about to touch his face when someone knocked at the door.

“Cristiano, Fabio! Hallooooooo! Cristianoooooooo, open the door!”

I got up but before I opened the door I asked nervously “Hello? Who is there?”

“Fabio, you idiot. You not know my voice? It’s Sami”

“Who?” I asked. I didn’t know a Sami. “Khedira. Boy from Germany!”, the man said. “Ah okay!”

I opened the door and let the German in. Before I could stop him, he stormed into the room and stopped almost as fast in front of the bed looking at a very naked Cristiano whose blanket had fallen to the floor. There we were. Standing around the bed, both unable to move staring at Cristiano’s manhood.

Moments later, someone entered the room. It must have been Zizou because he said with a French accent: “Cristiano, I hope you don’t mind getting dressed and coming to the conference room? Now?!” He continued in a calm voice: “Fabio, Sami, please just don’t make a scene and go, too. I think Cristiano is able to dress himself!”

 I was sitting in the conference room with the good-looking British / Irish guy next to me. “Hi, my name is Fabio!”, I said. “Man, I know. We have been playing together in one team for a little over a year now.” Oh really? Instead of apologizing and fixing the situation (something that would have been impossible anyway because of my bad English), I pointed at my ear and said: “We must hear Zizou!”, to underline my statement, I also pointed at Zizou. Hopefully, the British / Irish guy had understood that.

Zizou started talking about tactics and about our opponent Huesca. I was unable to concentrate because I missed the breakfast and was lusting for fish already. It was when Zizou began to talk about the starting eleven that Cristiano entered. He looked around and targeted the seat next to me. However, it wasn’t the seat on the right taken by the Irish / British guy but the one on the left where Real Madrid’s new signing and promising English talent Ruben Loftus-Cheek was sitting. “Move!”, Cristiano said kind of rude. Instead of replying something, Loftus just smiled at him. “I said move!”, Cristiano said again. Loftus got up as slowly as he probably could and placed himself in front of Cristiano. The whole conference room gasped. Loftus was one head taller than Cristiano and therefore made him look like a child. “Oh god, just sit down. I need a seat close to the mirror, anyway!”, Cristiano said and went into the opposite corner.

That’s how the 2019 / 2020 season started. When we set foot on the pitch in Huesca the sun was shining again, and I was sure that this was Juanito’s doing. The appearance of his spirit promised a very exciting season ahead, of that I was sure. Yet at that time, I didn’t know about all the drama that was awaiting us in the upcoming months…

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Fabios POV:

In the last few days, many people wanted to visit me, as they heard what happened in Marias house. Even my parents wanted to book a flight to Madrid, to see if I was okay. Everyone was sure, that I must have a psychological disorder after the incident. But you know what? I never felt better, because I had a very good excuse now, why I can’t come to training. Instead of training, I can sleep in, cook fish, watch my little daughter play Barbie and read the newspaper in the morning without hurry. When I took the newspaper out of the mailbox, I saw a big picture of a man on the cover. The titel was: „Eden Hazard was voted to the sexiest man alive in 2019“ I asked myself: „Who is that guy?“.  I threw the newspaper on the breakfast table. It landed right in front of Andreia. As she saw the picture of this strange man, her cheeks became red like tomatos. „Is everything okay, little sweet fish?“, I asked her. „Yes of course, I was just shocked, that there isn’t a articel of your incedent on the cover anymore.“

„Yeah, hopefully they don’t forget what happened and that I am a psychological wreck now. Andreia, I think I can’t train the next few months.“

„Baby, that is totally okay!!!“

I turned away to make some scrambled eggs with salmon. Andreia whispered anything, I couldn’t understand but it sounded like: „Oh man, that guy is hot!“

„Sorry, what did you say Andreia?“ I turned in her direction. I don’t know why, but she was very nervous suddenly.

„Öhm… I…said…Do you wanna have a nut?“

„You know, that I hate nuts.“

„I’m just worried about you, Fabio. You changed since the hostage taking. I promise, everything will be fine now! Maria got into prison, he won’t touch you ever again.“

„I just want to stay at home for a little while and eat fish all day. I will get better, I promise you.“

After breakfast, Andreia turned on the TV. There was this strange guy again, who was voted to the sexiest man alive.  Her cheeks became red again. I opened a window, maybe it is to hot for her in the house. Suddenly Irina appeared on the screen next to the sexiest man alive. She gave him a big golden trophy. She tried to look him erotical in his eyes, like Cristiano did a few days ago with my eyes, but he didn’t pay any attention to her. She even opened a button of her blouse, but he was still not interested. After Irina and I were released out of Marias house, Irina decided to leave Cristiano. I really don‘t know the reason, but I think I will miss her. On the one hand she was very curios, but on the other hand… öhm… I don’t know… I like everyone. The sexiest man alive gave an interview on his victory: „Bonjour! Thanks for voting me. I think I the first, the first who won that trophy without having six pack. But you know.. I love burgers. It was never my goal to win this throphy, but maybe it helps me to get more confident, when I play against Cristiano Ronaldo again. I think this trophy means, I hotter than him.“

The sexiest man alive plays football as well?  Why do i not know him?

„Of course you are not hotter than Cristiano!!!!“ I screamed. I put my hand over my mouth. Did I said this loud? Know my cheeks became red. Andreia starred at me without saying anything. I tried to play the cool guy and said: „Come on, he is my best buddy. I have to defend him… ALWAYS.“ The she smiled again and answerd: „Fabio, you are such a good friend. Cristiano can be proud.“

„Let’s turn this shit off.“ I grapped the remote control and bevor I could press OFF Andreia screamt:

„NO WAY! ... Eh… Eh… I … miss Irina… You know, we were very good friends. Since she left Cristiano, we don’t have many chances to see each other. It feels good to see her on TV.“

„You always said you hate her.“

„Yeaaahh, but … before the incident … we got very close.“

„Okay, you never told me, but I am happy for you that you have found a new friend.“

She smiled and turned to the TV again, where this strange guy gave interviews to reporters.

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Fabios POV

Seriously? No wonder, Maria has played so badly lately. He seemed to have lost all his senses. Now he had forgotten that I had been standing behind him. I pushed against the door but it was closed. “Madre mia!” I yelled. I hoped that this was Spanish. Seconds later the door opened again. Thank God, Maria’s ears were obviously still intact. Maria looked at me. However, before I was able to say something Maria pushed another person into the room and closed the door again.

What was going on? “Andreia, is that you?” I asked. “No”, someone said with a strange accent. Okay, this wasn’t Andreia. She had an angel like voice and didn’t sound like a man. “Who is it then? Gonzalo? Iker?”

“No, Irina!”

“Irina?”, I was surprised. “I not know you here. I not know you work for Maria also.”

“I’m not here for model. He is bad.” Irina said. “He is bad model?... Yes, yes. I know. He has ugly face. Maybe he can model cigarettes. You know -smoke, smoke. What think you?” Irina didn’t respond but looked at me like she didn’t understand what I was saying. God, I didn’t know how Cristiano did that. Her English was really bad. “You model, right? Angel Maria not model, right?” I asked her again. Irina nodded.

Suddenly, she started to cry. Wow, Russians were really dramatic. Why was it so bad that Maria wasn’t a model? Did she want to have another model boyfriend? But why was she dating him then? I was unable to cope with the situation. “You hungry?” I asked her. “Sometimes when I hungry, I also cry. Then gives fish for me and I smile again.” I smiled at her. She did not smile back but cried even harder. “Maybe I bring you to Cristiano. To his house. We can watch the Real Madrid match. You know the team with Cristiano. And you can look at Cristiano. He will make goals.” I tried to be very, very nice. The truth was that I didn’t want to watch the match at all. I wasn’t really interested in football. It was just a sport where 22 men were chasing after a ball. Sometimes these men didn’t even mange to score a single goal. I preferred golf. My uncle Fabián was a professional golf player. I watched him play a few times when I was younger.

I looked at Irina and waved at her. “Let’s go”, I said. “How?” Irina whined. “Through door?” She was pretty stupid. I didn’t know that there were apparently no schools in Russia. Well…, you can never learn enough. That was definitely something I had to tell Andreia at tonight’s dinner.

How late was it by the way? I looked at my watch. It was a very expensive one. I had no idea how expensive but Cristiano had gifted it to me for Christmas. Unfortunately, I dropped it after Andreia dished the fish. I had been so excited that I jumped up and the watch fell at the floor. Cristiano was not pleased. This is very unusual since he normally doesn’t care about money at all.

It was ten o’clock. In the evening? No, it must still be morning. “Irina is it morning?” I asked her because I was quite confused. “What?”, she just asked. My head hurt. I needed to concentrate on speaking English and I was tired. I yawned. Alright, ten o’clock in the evening it is.

“Come on!” I said to Irina. “We must go. Andreia waits home. You know. With the fish” But Irina didn’t come. She shouted angrily at me: “God, Fabio. He has us. Not going out. Not possible!” “Okay, then you stay – I go.” I really didn’t want to leave her alone because I felt like I owed it to Cristiano to bring his girlfriend home safely. Cristiano would become very sad if he found out that Irina apparently also worked for Maria and I didn’t want him to be sad. This was a tricky situation. However, I was a man and I needed to do something men sometimes do: be a little selfish. I approached the door and tried to open it. It didn’t work. Huh? Why did Maria lock the door? “Hello?” I said loudly. “Maria? Can you open the door? I need to go home. My wife waits for me!” Yet, there was no answer. “See?” Irina said, and I slowly recognized what she meant.

The time passed. I kept looking at my watch. Somehow, it was the only thing I wanted to hold on to. It really seemed like Maria intentionally put us in some kind of prison. This could not be the place where my life ended. I was still so young. I didn’t even have a single stray of grey hair. What if I died of shortness of breathing. The air was surely to become thinner the longer we had to sit in here. I couldn’t blink back the tears anymore. Seconds later the tears where streaming down my face. I sobbed uncontrollably.

After some time, the door opened again. Two people entered. “¡Levantate!“ „Portuguese, please?“ I asked quietly. “Ha, ha! No!” One man said. He had dark hair and brown skin. Was he a Russian? Irina didn’t look glad to see him. Okay, then he wasn’t one. He couldn’t be a Portuguese. People from Portugal always look friendly and pretty. Maybe he was Spanish, or German, or from Egypt… Um…

Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I was trembling a little but besides that, I was standing quite firmly on my feet. Yet, my arm hurt. “You gay?” The other man asked. He looked like the first man. Maybe they were brothers. I had no brothers but Cristiano had one. Hugo. He was not so pretty like Cristiano was but he was nice. Sometimes he even talked to me when he and I were both at Cristiano’s house. The last time we met we talked about fishing. Hugo, Cristiano, and Irina went fishing in their last holiday. Hugo told me that Irina’s agent Ali Kavoussi had caught a bluefin tuna. Yet, whenever I want to talk to Irina about fishing she leaves. Maybe she once bit on a fishbone…

“Hello, boy. You gay?” The man repeated. “No, I have wife. Andreia. Very beautiful. And from Vila do Conde, like me” I smiled at them. Not only because I wanted to be polite but also because of the thought of Andreia. “Liar! Mentiroso!” The man hit me. First in my stomach. It hurt. It hurt so much that I fell to the floor. I heard Irina scream.

However, the pain didn’t seem to be enough. The man was obviously not satisfied and kicked me. Directly into my face. I felt a warm liquid running out of my nose over my chin. Blood maybe… “Stop please” “Hahahaha Jorge. Did you hear that? What a baby… What a pitiful little b…” That was all I understood before I lost conscience. I suddenly felt like I was at peace. On a comfortable fluffy cloud. Hmmmmm… Heaven did really smell amazing.

“Fabio?” I heard an angel speak. It was all like my dream a few days ago. “Fabio?” Now it was God who talked to me. “Fabio, are you okay?” The angel came closer, reached out to me and stroke my face. Wow, angels have such soft hands… “Fabio? Do you hear me?” God asked. “Yes!” I said. God’s voice seemed to be so full of pain, anger, concern, hope, and distress at the same time. I had never heard anything more beautiful. Even the angel could pack up and go home. “He is awake!” The angel rejoiced and kissed me. No, no, no. I didn’t want to kiss only the angel, I wanted to kiss God. This was only heaven’s second prize.

“Fabio, look at me…” God said. But I was already looking at him. He was there. At the gate. Waiting for the angel to leave and for me to approach him. I smiled.

“Goddam, Fabio. Open your eyes!” God said loudly and not as nice as he had done before. But my eyes were already open. What was God’s problem?

“Please, no… Don’t do this!” The angel said pleading. “This has to be done. He is totally freaked out”, God said. What was this? What was going on?

Suddenly ice-cold water hit me face. I screamed… and opened my eyes. I was at Cristiano’s house lying in bed. In his bed.

Andreia and Cristiano were standing next to the king-size bed. Both were looking completely stressed out. “What happened? Why am I lying here?” I started to panic. “Andreia, the fish… Is it still in the oven? We need to go. It will burn. It’s the good one from Vila do Conde. It was so expensive. Come, Andreia!” I got up, folded the blanket back and was about to get out of the massive back. Before I could place one foot on the floor. Cristiano grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back into the bed. “You’re going nowhere tonight. You understand me?” I looked into his eyes. Directly. It came out of nowhere but I couldn’t stop looking. His eyes were brown. Brown like leaves in the autumn, brown like cookie dough or like chocolate fish. He looked fierce and angry but soft at the same time. Cristiano didn’t look away. Neither did I. It was just him and me. His brown eyes, his grip on my shoulders, his look.

Suddenly, Andreia shrieked out. Cristiano immediately released my shoulders and looked at Andreia. “I saw a spider!”, she said.

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Christianos POV:

Mou was very angry. He screamed: "Guys!!! That was shit. That was the shittest game I have ever seen in my whole career. Just because Real Madrid is called the white ballet, doesn't mean that you have to jump over the playground like skinny little bitches in a pink tutu. Gonzalo, you know what I always say to Fabio: "You would not even play in the next game if the Real Madrid plane would crash and you were the only one sitting at home." And you know what? You are just playing, because I have nobody else. And if you don't stop to act like a little girl that touches a ball for the very first time, I will say the same to you before our next games. And then you can go back to Argentinian and continue to sell your shitty beef. And Mesut, why are you turning like a kebap skewer on the field all the time? But you know what? It is okay. You all can go back to the field and play a second horrible halftime. I am the special one and if Real Madrid decides to fire me, I will continue to earn millions and just train another team. Hahahaha." He opened the door of the cabin and disappeared. Suddenly I heard a loud sob next to me. Someone sniffed a full load of snot. I looked to the right and saw Karim sitting in a little dark corner. His whole face was overflowing with tears. "What does the trainer mean with "he has nobody else?"" He asked emotionally destroyed with big wet eyes. "That means, we don't have another striker, who's good enough." I answered without any compassion. He began to cry even more. "Okay guys let us destroy Malaga now." I said, stood up and went to the big mirror in our cabin. "But before we do this, I have to style my hair again. I look horrible." In reality I didn't look horrible of course. I looked better than all my team mates together, but that wasn't a big challenge. I went with my hands through my hair twice while Iker was saying: "Cristiano is right. Maybe we do not have a good striker, but we do have Cristiano. So let's fetz!" We all walked out of the cabin and straight to the field, where malaga already waited for us. The referee whistled, and the second halftime began. Do you know what I love about La Liga? The Fans are always so quiet that it is possible to hear every one of my team mates. Sometimes, when I am really concentrated, it feels like nobody is in the stadium. Like it was just me and the ball.... But back to the game. Malaga played very offensive again, what meant we had do defense very well. It was a boring game because I didn’t help as always. I am way too royal to do the dirty work. "Gonzalo!! You have to defense!", I screamed at him as I saw that he stood on the center line. The only one who was allowed to stand there was me. It was my territory. Without any orientation, Gonzalo run straight into the box and jumped around to get a header, but of course he didn't get one. But then something magical happened. The ball fell on Mesuts head accidentally and flew right to my feet. SHOW TIME!!! I sprinted as fast as I could and tricked at least three players of Malaga with over-climbers. It is a wonder that this trick still works, but maybe this wanna be football player of Malga just accepted that I am untouchable. After running 50 more meters it was just me and the goalkeeper. I shot as hard as I could and scored the equalizer. "WOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I screamed while I run to the two Real Madrid fans that followed us to Malaga. I showed the whole world again that CR7 is the best player in the universe. Who is Messi? TELL ME, WHOOOOOOO IS MESSI?????? Unfortunately, this was the last minute of the game, but I was definitely the hero again. Without me, we would have get zero points. Nobody should ever wonder why all women want to have sex with me. If it were allowed, I would build a harem so that all women could worship and adore me in real life. But none of them would ever have sex with me because they would only live in my harem to show all the other men on this planet how worthless they are compared to me, and that all women only dream of having me in bed. There would only be one person who were allowed to touch me. Somebody, no one would expect.

After Taking a shower and dreaming of my harem and the special person, Gonzalo came to me. "Come on Hugo. You touched my sixpack already last week. Wasn't that enough?" "Cristiano, I would like to touch it again, but that wasn't the reason why I came to you." He looked around and wanted to be sure that no one could hear us. "You know I like you. Maybe I like you a little bit too much, but that doesn’t matter now. I give you a little hint that could cost my life. You have to search for Fabio!! You have to!!!! Trust me."

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Cristianos POV

”Cristiano! Ronaldo! Cristiano! Ronaldo! Cristianooooo… Ahhhh !” The moment we arrived at the airport in Malaga, I heard them screaming. I tried to keep cool and ignore the fangirls and boys. Thank God, I had my sunglasses on. However, not everyone was as cool as I was. The German tried really hard to be the first to go into the arrivals hall and waved like a hysterical child.

When we got into the bus, I couldn’t help myself and sat next to him. “Ey, my place!” Mesut said behind me. I just ignored him and looked at the German who seemed to be shocked that it was really me sitting next to him. “Listen…ehm…ehm…” I wrapped my brain around it, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t remember his name. “Sami“ he said. Yeah, I almost got it. “Okay. Listen Sam…“ “It’s Sami!“ Mesut said still standing in the aisle. I turned around and faced him. “This conversation is between me and him, okay?” I said to the other German. Mesut nodded. “So, listen Sam. There’s just one thing I want to say: those fans out there at the airport weren’t waiting for you nor for anybody else but me. They want to see me and if you’re standing before their eyes signing autographs, it doesn’t help. They cannot see anything and are disappointed that they’ve missed the chance of their lives to get a glimpse of me. Understood?” “Yes, yes” Well, he didn’t seem like he had understood anything but I couldn’t with all the will in the world repeat this in German. Without saying anything further, I got up and made my way to the last row of the bus.

Since Mou didn’t want to spend time with us at some hotel, we directly drove to the stadium. I had already been annoyed by my teammates when sitting in the bus, but facing each and every one of them in the cabin was worse. Iker and Sergio were massaging each other’s backs, whereas Mesut and the German were sharing a sausage. Benzema was sleeping and snoring and Morata was nervously wrapping his fingers. I couldn’t understand why he was so nervous. It was just Malaga, we would defeat them with a difference of at least 6 goals. They would practically give up before we even started to play.

I yawned. I was super bored. Normally, Fabio and I would sit together ahead of a match and talk about the newest gossip. Well, it was mostly Fabio talking about the newest Vila do Conde gossip but I listened. Mostly I didn’t listen to the things he said but only to his voice. Usually Fabio talked about nonsense anyway. But today he wasn’t here. I couldn’t even look at his badly dyed hair. God, he should really see my hairdresser. But Fabio always firmly rejects this. It was Andreia who dyed his hair and Fabio felt somehow nostalgic about it because before her his mother has done it. This must be a tradition in Vila do Conde that the women are responsible of the men’s hair.

“Listen, boys!” Mou suddenly screamed. I rolled my eyes. Now his infamous locker room speech would come. “I know that most of you don’t know where Malaga is. But guess what… we’re in Malaga today and this is all I need you to know of today’s opponent.” Mou stopped and took out a piece of paper. “Well, most of the players are unknown and will never become famous. Yet, there is one player – Isco – we are going to buy in a few months. So, please don’t injure him!” Mou casted a side glance at Sergio who acted like he didn’t listen. “Yes, so this is done, let me see if there’s anything more… no? No, I don’t think so. Fine, there are no more players to buy, so the rest can die. Hahahahaha!” Satisfied with his joke, Mou burst out into laughter and was about to leave the locker room when Iker stopped him. “Senior Mourinho, what about the line-up?” “What about it? You’re the captain, you can handle it. Just remember that Cristiano needs to play, it’s in his contract!” I smiled at Iker and made my way out of the locker room to warm up. These were the perks of being me.

After warming-up, we had to get back to the locker room. I will never understand why they don’t simply start the match right after warming-up. In this case, we all would be home faster. I needed to follow my sleeping routine and it was hard to do that on matchdays. Especially, when my teammates kept listening to weird music or snoring at the plane or during the bus ride. Because we had nothing more to do after warming up, most of us just sat down, ate a slice of pizza, or checked Instagram and WhatsApp. Luckily, my management deals with Instagram messages. They told me that it was best for me to pass the baton to them to make sure that my fans got enough content of me, Junior, and Irina of course. Therefore, we usually met about twice a month to shoot some staged photos. Even though Irina is good in taking photos – I mean, she’s a model after all – she always has a lot of complaints during these shoots. Sometimes the light is wrong, then it’s her hair, and then it’s the location, bla bla bla.

When the referee called us saying it was time to go out, Gonzalo stopped me: “Hey Cris…” “For you, it’s Cristiano!” “Yeah man, sorry – Cristiano. I have to tell you something. And please don’t freak out. Just keep calm. You know, calma, calma…” Gonzalo tried to smile. “This isn’t funny” I said “Stop your jokes, I’m about to play football. What’s so important now?” “Well, … you know that I’m from Argentina. We have a big network and I have a lot of friends in Argentina. You know, they are very good friends. We sometimes go out eating or dance Tango. So, you must know that we have a close connection. They sometimes also tell me insiders…” “Ronaldo! Gonzalo! What is this talking? Are you chatting about new hair products or what? Hurry!“ Mou screamed. “Yes, I am coming!” I said and ran out of the locker room. Gonzalo tried to follow me but he was too slow. After Christmas he had really become fat. He panted and shouted: “They … have … Irina!”

Good, I thought. The more I don’t need to see her the better. Maybe this is a good day after all.

The match started and it didn’t start well. The boy Isco who we are going to buy soon didn’t really care that he needed to do a favour to his new-club-to-be and scored a goal. How can someone be so stupid? I mean, he endangers our spot for the Champions League. What a typical Perez, he keeps buying players without a brain.

The rest of the first half wasn’t brilliant either. Our defense was struggling and most of our midfield players weren’t running enough. During a short break – when a player of our opponents was lying at the ground I seized the German by the collar. “You must run! And shoot! To me! You know?” He nodded. “To you I must shooting ball” he said. “Yes right. And you must run and help our defense. And help Sergio and Iker. We don’t want to concede another goal.” He just looked at me and processed what I had said. “Help Sergio? No, no. Sergio is rival for me.” “What?” “He and Mesut are friends. I don’t like. I think Sergio a bad boy.” “Yeah whatever…” I turned around and walked over to some player. “Good day, right? You have a nice stadium” I looked around and smiled at the boy who couldn’t believe his fortune. “Wow, thank you. You’re so great Cristiano. Can I have your…” Shirt after the match? Haha – no you cannot. I thought and before the boy could finish his sentence I walked into the other direction. I hated walking. My thighs were too big to walk and therefore I just preferred standing.  

When the referee finally whistled I ran straight into the locker room. I couldn’t manage to score a goal and therefore I desperately needed to check tumblr to see whether my fans were still positive. Besides, I needed to see if my hair was still on fleek or if it needed a little readjustment. While scrolling through tumblr, my phone suddenly rang. It was Junior. “What is it, Junior? You know that you shouldn’t call me during a match. I need to stay concentrated!” “I still wasn’t able to find Irina. Her agent was here and he said that he couldn’t reach her either.” I sighed. “Yeah about that. Just tell this agent guy that some Argentinians have probably kidnapped her.” “What???” Junior squeaked. “Calma, calma, Junior. It’s not a big loss. And now go and do your homework!” I was just about to hang up when I heard Junior mention his name. The name was somehow music in my ears. “What about Fabio?” I held my ear at the mobile again. “Fabio wanted me to check the house and waited in the car. And then the car was gone.” Junior seemed to be upset. “Maybe Andreia called.” I wanted to calm him down. “No, he said he would wait for me and he didn’t. And moreover, he said that it’s dangerous staying in the car because some invader could come…” “An invader?” I laughed hard. Who should come and break into a car. Especially when Fabio was sitting in it? His car was really not a posh one. It was more a family car made for the middle classes. In fact, it was quite ugly.

 Haha. I was rolling on the floor. Wow. I didn’t know why I was so hysterical… That must have been the side effect of my new pills. I really have to call the doctor again. (By the way, these pills are not for doping, neither are they Viagra. Sometimes I just need a little fun in my life…) “Dad! I think the same people who have Irina have Fabio!” Haha. Yeah. Why should anyone kidnap Fabio? I mean Irina might be nice in bed and maybe her agent would want to pay a high ransom for her – but Fabio? I doubt that Andreia can pay anything for him. It was not a secret that Fabio was the player in our team who got the lowest wages, if he even got any at all. “Listen Junior. Do your homework, or go swimming in the pool, but I really need to score a few goals now. Adeus!” Oh God. This boy really needed a proper educator or a nanny who could teach him a little intellect.

“They have Fabio, don’t they?” Gonzalo whispered. “No, they don’t.” I said. Gonzalo just looked at me and nodded. And nodded. And nodded. This is bullshit. Why should they? I mean, what would they get out of it? This cannot be true … can it?

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Fabios POV:

“No!! No!! No!! I can’t drive to Malaga!! I told Mou I am ill today. And I don’t have my travel chewing gums with me. I always feel sick on long car rides. And my barf bags are at home, too. Do you have some barf bags or travel chewing gums with you? 530 km are way to much for me, remember what could happen to us, and we don’t have provisions with us. It’s way to expensive to buy water and bread on the highway and …”, I couldn’t breath anymore. My T-Shirt felt suddenly like it was tying my neck and a drop of sweat ran down my forehead.

“Okay Fabio! Shut the fuck up! I didn’t know that Malaga is so far away. Then drive to my house! But a little bit faster!” Why is Maria screaming? Does he think I am hard-of-hearing? “Maria, it is very nice of you to try to speak as clearly as possible, but at school I have always been the best in listening to our pediatrician. So you can speak a bit softer if you want. But it will be no problem. I will bring you home.” I started the car and drove backwards from the yard. “Could you explain the way?”

“Straight on!”, he was still screaming. Maybe he is hard-of-hearing. Poor Maria.

We drove through a thirty zone and as I looked on my speedometer it showed 35 kmh. I braked as fast as I could. Marias head hit the windscreen. "Maria, I'm so sorry! I do not know what got into me. I've never ridden so fast in a thirties zone. Oh my God, I hope you were not scared!" My heart raced to the fullest. Maria growled and sounded like a dog. But not like a sweet little sausage dog with whom I always play in the park, but rather like a furious pit bull. I did not dare to look over at him. Instead, I looked out of the window and counted the clouds. "Stop!", Suddenly commanded Maria. “Why? Are we arrived yet?”

“Fabio, you are by far the stupidest person I have ever met! Come on, get out, I will drive! ”

“In this car is one person, that did not know where Malaga is. And that person is not me.”, I said as quietly as possible, without knowing that the worst car ride of my life was imminent. It felt like Maria pressed the gas even before he sat in the car.

“Maria, I beg you! Drive a little bit slower, please!” I began to cry. The speedometer was at 130 kmh already. I never drove that fast. Maria didn’t react to my appeal. The speedometer was now at 180 kmh. I am a dead man. All my tears ran down my cheeks and my shirt was already as wet as the little blue swimming pool I bought Vitoria two weeks ago. I closed my eyes and said goodbye to this beautiful life.

“We arrived. Get out of the car!!!” I am in heaven yet? I opened my eyes very slowly, because I expected a bright white light, like I saw in my last dream. But all I could see were a dirty street and many broken houses. Everywhere hang blue white flags with a sun in the middle. That must be fans of Real Madrid. Maria opened my door and pulled me out of the car.

“Can you see the black car over there? Wait there, I will park your scrap truck in the underground car park.”

“Okay, no problem, but why do you want to park my car? I have to go home, Andreia is already worried.” Maria bared his teeth again. I run to the car and stood on the left side of it. While I waited for Maria, I watched the people on the street. The was a fat man going up and down. He held up his two middle fingers high all the time. He looked a bit like Maradonna. But what should Maradonna do in Madrid? Another man sold little figures with blue and white striped shirts. The figures had dark short hair, a funny beard and short legs. Will garden gnomes become modern again?

 Suddenly I heard a strange noise.

“Что это за дерьмо? Алло?”

Did it come out of Marias car?

“Есть кто-нибудь?“

I got nearer. It sounded like it came out of his trunk? I put an ear on the car.

“What are you doing Fabio? Don’t touch my car with your little fishbone fingers!”

“Excuse me Maria, I just thought there came a noise out of your car.”

“Fabio, you are crazy. Maybe I forgot to turn off the radio. But it doesn’t matter now. Let’s go into the house.” Maria opened the door and a bad smell flew into my nose. I tried to be nice: “Oh what a lovely house.”

“Turn right and open the door!”

I opened the door and believed I would find the living room behind it. But there was no living room. There were grey stairs going down. Down into a black deep whole.

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Fabios POV

”Some more fish?“, Andreia asked. I looked up and smiled. “Of course!” Fish was my life and I could consider myself lucky to have a wife who knew that. I took a bite, and another, and another. Mhhhhhmm. The best fish in the world is really coming from Vila do Conde.

Suddenly, someone knocked against the window. It was so sudden and so loud that I almost choked on a fish bone. I spat out the bone and it flew directly into Vitoria’s hair. The girl started crying immediately. I covered my ears. The knocking on the door, Vitoria’s crying, and a radio in the next room were simply too much for me. I tried to relax, closed my eyes, and breathed slowly, just as my therapist taught me. However, Andreia was not so happy about how I handled the situation and grabbed my hands. “Fabio!” I just pressed my eyelids closer together. “Fabio Coentrao!”, Andreia said in a loud voice – in a very loud voice. I slowly opened one, then the other eye, and looked at her questioningly. “I guess this is for you…” Andreia waved in the direction of our window. It was Junior.

I rolled my eyes. Just a few weeks ago, Junior used to come every second day to play with Vitoria. Yet, after we caught them ‘playing’ together under the bedsheets, we kicked Junior out and forbade him to come back. At least up until Vitoria would be old enough to become pregnant.

I sighed, opened the window and put my head through it. “What are you doing here, Junior?” I asked. “Fabio! Someone broke into our house, Irina’s gone, Cristiano doesn’t want to come back, I don’t know where I can find the security, Mum won’t answer the phone, I don’t know what to do…” Wait. Mum? Did Cristiano finally tell Junior about his African mother Sambesi? Wow, that was about time. I had told him over and over to come out with the truth and now he finally listened. I was so proud of myself. There have been times, when Sambesi was trying to get into contact with Junior. She even showed up at Cristiano’s doorstep about a year ago. It was me who was responsible to get rid of her. Cristiano caged me in a hotel room with her and wanted me to seduce her in order to blackmail her afterwards with a video. But I could never cheat on Andreia, so I just cupped my face into a pillow and waited for everything to be over. It was over very fast because Cristiano lost patience, simply called his bodyguard and put Sambesi in the next plane to Africa.

“And what about Dolores?”, I asked. “Isn’t she here in Madrid to pick you up?” Junior looked at me puzzled. “Fabio… I just told you that she isn’t answering the phone. Don’t you listen?” Good heavens! Meu Deus! What did Cristiano do to this poor boy? Dolores was his grandma, not his mother. However, now was not the time to explain everything to Junior and moreover, children don’t really listen to me when I talk anyway. “What’s going on?” Andreia suddenly appeared next to me. Junior was about to say something but I covered his mouth, climbed through the kitchen window and pushed him into the garden. “It’s between us boys” I said and smiled apologetically at Andreia.

“Junior, darling. I’m a little overchallenged right now.” This was even almost the truth. Honestly, I didn’t expect my Saturday to involve something of Cristiano drama. I had been looking forward to spending a day on my couch, watching The Voice of Portugal and afterwards my favorite soap opera with a very happy and touching ending. In order to do this, I had called Mou this morning – probably too early – and excused myself. I told him that I had been still under shock from the incident happened at Cristiano’s house yesterday.

But whatever. My plans seem to be cancelled. I pulled Junior behind me, sat him onto the passenger seat in my car and drove up to Cristiano’s house. From the outside, everything looked calm and quiet. I was just about to rant and rave at Junior when I saw a movement in the garden.

“Junior, you stay here!” I commanded. Seconds later, I realized that this was in fact a stupid idea. “Or wait… You know, you’ve been inside already. It would be better if you went. I mean it’s probably much more dangerous to stay in the car because invaders can come and steal the car.” I was happy with my explanation. Junior seemed to be happy as well and nodded. He got out and made his way up to the front door. I covered my eyes under my hands. Junior was much likely to run into a trap and I was responsible. I mean, I was, wasn’t I? But what if we see it the other way around? It was Cristiano’s house and Cristiano was the one who had left Junior alone in it.

It knocked. Wow, Junior was a fast kid. This must be because of Cristiano’s genes, Sambesi was more a big, heavy mama kind of person. I opened the door without looking twice and started the engine. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Junior sitting next to me, seeming to be satisfied. “So, is everything alright again? Has the security been there?” “What?” Junior asked. Wow, Junior must have reached his puberty vocal change very fast. Almost unnaturally… This boy was really a miracle of nature. No wonder, he was produced in a laboratory after all. Cristiano could really be proud of his creation. I smiled and looked to the right.

“Aaaahhhhhhhh!” I screamed. Before crashing into a tree, I braked. “That was scary.” I burst into laughter. “But why didn’t you say something? This is the wrong car…” I mean, I know that I’m not a clever person at times, but Maria could be really dumb. Once, he even left the cabin with all of Sami’s clothes after showering. The German was then running naked through the catacombs of the Santiago Bernabeu in order to find something to wear. And this happened just because Maria mistook Sami’s clothes for his own. But thinking about it now, it’s somewhat strange that Maria’s clothes were also nowhere to be found. Hmm, mysterious. “Should I drop you at your house?” I asked. I didn’t really know where he lived but it must be somewhere near the borders of the city. Maria had once mentioned that they have no street lights and a lot of cats. In my mind, this must be a quite poor part of Madrid. Although, Maria has enough money, he’s probably more comfortable living like a real Argentinian. “No, Fabio. You drive us to Malaga” “What?” “I said, you drive us to Malaga. Now, go!”

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Cristianos POV

I took a deep breath. “Okay Cristiano, calma, calma”, I said to myself. “I told Junior a thousand times, that he is not allowed to play football in the house. He already broke my mirror above my bed, my mirror in my fitness room, the glass sculpture of me in the entrance hall, the picture frame with my jersey of my first champions league victory in the living room, the picture frame with my jersey of my second champions league victory in the bathroom, the picture frame with my jersey of my third champions league victory in the bed room and now the alarm system. This boy makes me crazy. I will call him later, because now it is time for my next 90 minutes sleep.”  

I went to my king size bed and lay down in embryo position. “Tomorrow is the big game against Malaga, I have to be fit.” After a short time, my alarm clock ringed. I opened my eyes and checked the clock. 00:45 am. “Shit, I hate my new sleeping routine.” I stood up and went into the kitchen, As I looked out of the window I saw a big black car driving on my yard. “Who is it? Is it Irina yet?” Yes, it was Irina. My agent traced her in paris and inserted her into the next air craft. She got out of the car and went up to the house. I opened the door and said: “Irina, finally you are here. Just because of you, I almost got in a very unconfutable situation.”

“Cris, come off! Your problems, not my problems”, she said with a russian accent and a broken English. “I go to bed now. I need my beauty sleep.”

“Okay, we will talk when I come back from Malaga. It is an important game and I will leave very early.”

Without saying anything, Irina left. I looked at the clock again. 1 am. It is time for training.

After my fitness routine and a long time of boredom I drove to the airport. A few of my team mates were already there. I searched for Fabio but I couldn’t see him anywhere. After half an hour, Mou arrived.

“Good morning everyone. I have good and bad news. The good news is, that Fabio is ill today and the bad news is, that Maria is ill, too. But guys, you can be lucky, because I am the best trainer in the universe and I have a plan to win against Malaga without Maria. So let us fly!”

Poor Fabio, maybe he is still shocked about his fall yesterday. As I wanted to get into the plane, my iPhone ringed. Juniors name appeared on the display. “Junior, I have to talk to you!!! How often do I have to say, that you are not allowed to play football inside the house?”, I said angry. “Daddy!!! Someone broke into our house!!! The hole house is a mess!!”, Junior cried into the phone. I was confused. “Junior that can’t be true. The alarm system would…”, my breath caught. The alarm system couldn’t ring, because it doesn’t work. Shit. “Did you call the police? And where is Irina?”, I asked him quickly. “James, our butler who brought me home called the police already. But we couldn’t find Irina anywhere”. Fuck.  Irina is gone. May she was kidnapped or anything like that? “Okay Junior. Everything will be okay. Stay with James at the house. He will clarify everything with the police. And he has to call a technician to repair the alarm system. I will call our bodyguards Smith and Taylor, they will look after you while I am away.”, I tried to calm him. “Could you come home, please? I am afraid.”, Junior asked me. “Little boy, today we have an important match against Malaga and I have to score some more goals to beat Messi this year again. Smith and Taylor will protect you. Come on you are strong enough to stay at home without me, aren’t you?”. “I think you are right.”, Junior tried to sound cool.  “Okay, I have to hang up now. I am sure we will find Irina. Maybe nobody broke into the house. Maybe Irina just searched for her Mascara. You know her, she gets angry very quickly, if she doesn’t get what she wants. Bye Junior!” I hang up. I got a little bit nervous. Maybe Junior didn’t broke the alarm system. Maybe somebody broke the alarm system on purpose. I got more nervous now and my heart was racing. The only person who was in my house for a long time was………. Fabio. And he is not he is “ill” today.

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FABIANO FANFICTION (9)

Cristianos POV

After I had closed the door behind Fabio, I didn’t know what to think. What was it that he was doing? I know that Fabio could have quite the nerves sometimes but fainting in front of my door was odd – even for him.

Tomorrow we would leave for Malaga to play against them on Sunday evening. Fabio doesn’t like playing matches. However strange this may be for a football player, he once told me that it was too much pressure for him standing on the pitch. He said that especially Mou would make him feel uncomfortable as he tends to insult Fabio in Portuguese from time to time. To avoid being insulted, Fabio often fakes injuries. Somehow, he manages to always get kicked or beaten during the very last training session before a match. At one time, I had to bribe our team doctor to help Fabio miss a Champions League match in Munich. He told me that he needed to attend his aunt’s birthday on that day but I knew better. Fabio was afraid of being in Sami’s home country because he feared that the German would have connections which could hurt him. Well, this strange behavior today must have been a result of the upcoming match.

Quite happy with my conclusion I relaxed again. As one problem was solved, I needed to tend to another. I still had unfinished business with Irina. Contrary to our agreement, she did not show up to last weekend’s match at the Santiago Bernabeu. Her manager just left a note saying that she was big in business at a fashion show somewhere in Italy.

Thinking about this incident again, I got pretty angry. How can a woman play with me like that? I mean, I have helped her career along during the past 3 years, and how had she thanked me? Not at all. She wouldn’t even want to talk about me with the press. In order to straight forward face the Irina-problem, I called my PR manager: “Javier, is that you?”, I asked when I heard a strange sound at the end of line. “Cristiano?”, Javier replied. “Yeah, who else?”, I said annoyed. “I mean, it’s in the middle of the night. Can we not discuss this matter in the morning?” I couldn’t believe it. My face turned red and I kicked the fish Fabio had left at the kitchen table through my window right into the swimming pool. The glass broke with a shattering sound. Hmm, at least I had made a good effort. “Cristiano, what are you doing?”, Javier asked a little scared. “What I am doing? Excuse me that I’m paying you more than some of my team mates earn. And excuse me that I have woken you up from your perfect honey bunny dreams. I can’t believe what an incompetent staff I have…” “Cristiano, I’m so so so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” “Fine, you get a last chance to clear your name. There are rumors that my relationship is fake. I can’t fight these rumors if my girlfriend is nowhere to be seen. We need some kind of a campaign together!” “What about a photoshoot? Irina is a model and the GQ magazine called about 200 times throughout the last year to have a shooting with you. That would combine both. You could do it naked.” Well, it was the last sentence that finally convinced me. I really liked myself naked. My body was perfect at the moment. I had well trained muscles and even my haircut was perfectly chosen by my stylist. “Then, do it as quickly as possible. Next week after the Malaga match would be great!” “Isn’t your son at home next week?” Fuck. I bit my lip. Not that I didn’t like Junior but I have totally forgotten that his holiday in Madeira ended and the school in Madrid was about to begin on Monday. “We’ll find a second nanny for him.. and now hurry up! If Irina and her agent, manager, or whatever the hell this Ali Kavoussi is, are in New York, they will still be awake!” Without saying goodbye, I hung up.

This Junior problem was something I hadn’t planned. Next week I had two commercials coming up and now the magazine shooting with Irina … hopefully… Even though Junior had a nanny, and one he very liked, he needed to be supervised 24 hours. Therefore, I needed someone else.

Suddenly, a wind blew down a vase at the kitchen counter. I remembered the broken window and wanted to scream. Why was no one here to repair this? Didn’t the alarm work? Where was all the police and security? What if this had been a break-in? There should have been someone coming up immediately to rescue the most valuable football player of all time. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and searched for my alarm system. As I hadn’t been in charge of building the house (I just bought it because it was expensive), I didn’t know exactly where it was.

After some time, which felt like hours, I found it. It took me only a few seconds then to realize that it was turned off. Not just turned off but damaged. Brutally damaged.

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Fabiano FanFiction (7)

Fabios POV So now I was standing here. In front of Cristiano's house, with the order to get a semidry whine. Withal I wasn't up to drive home again, but Cristiano admitted me no option. The fact that Irina wouldn't come, made me more insecure, than I wanted to admit. What if Michael was right, and Cristiano was gay? I would be all alone with him. Alone in his big house. A quiet buzzing sound of a car interrupted my thoughts. The buzzing stopped and a door was slammed. "Who is it?", I asked into the darkness. No answer. "Hello?" Again no answer. "Who's there?" "¡Hola, Fabio!", someone spoke to me on spanish. "Iker?", I asked. "No, Fabio! Quite wrong!" The person approached and I could smell his disgusting, strong breath. It reeked of vomit, cheap aftershave and fumes. And then I saw him. I first recognized him by his nose. "Ah Maria...", I shouted relieved. "Right. What are you doing here?", he asked. "I could asked you the same que..." "What are you doing here?", he asked me again and sharpened his voice. "We're cooking", I said and waited for his answer. Maria didn't say anything, but faced me further on. Probably my answer wasn't enough for him. "We are cooking fish. After a portuguese recipe. Well, actually Irina wanted to come as well, but she wasn't able to. Maybe she's ill, or she's doing a fashionshow again ... Anyway do you know Irina? Cristiano is always saying that she is the most successful model in russia. She is always busy, today New York, tomorrow Moscow, the day after tomorrow..." "Enough!", Maria interrupted me. "Do you think I'm interessted in your jabbering?" "And what do you want instead?", I whispered. "What I want?", Maria came so close that his eyes became blurred in front of me, and I had to stare on his nose. Then he exhaled and I flinched terrified. Maria just laughed. "You are pathetic, little Fabio. We'll see us tomorrow." Before he pronounced the last word, I lost the balance and fell on the hard path in front of Cristiano's house. Seconds later, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Maria had nudged me and had rammed his fist into my neck. Suddenly the trees and the street became blurred before my very eyes and they were formed to a big black spot. I passed out...

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Fabiano FanFiction (6)

Cristianos POV My breath stopped. My heart was beating. I wasn't sure, if Fabio already saw me through the door glass. I definitely wasn't ready for this evening and I thought about ways, to abscond from myself. Behind me the terrace door stood open, and if I wanted to, I could run away with lightning speed. Through the door, over the fence and right into the next bush. Even if Fabio nabbed me while escaping, he wouldn't have any chance to follow me, because I was simply faster than him. The other possibility would be to let the door close and to signalise Fabio with non-verbal communication that I have a highly contagious disease. Stop this bullshit, Cristiano. I said to myself and opened the door. Fabio stood in front of me with a box full of foodstuff. "I wasn't sure, if Irina and you were very hungry, so I just brought a few more things along!, Fabio said. "Ehm ... Irina couldn't come. She put a crimp in and she's not coming today!", I replied with a pretended sadly undertone. "Oh, that's great, then there's more left over for us", Fabio tried to cheer me up. "Shouldn't we defer this evening to another day, when Irina could be here? She would certainly like to taste from your fish." "Do you think so?", Fabio asked disappointed. "I've especially got fish, and fish isn't lasting long. We ought to sling it away." Suddenly he stood in front of me looking like a picture of misery, but I had to remain steadfast. "Andreia and Vitoria like fish, too, don't they?" "At the moment they're in Portugal at my mother-in-law's house. I'm all alone at home." "Okay, come in!" "Yay!", Fabio shouted grinning. "I thought about cooking breaded pollack and ..." That was the moment I stopped listening at him. When Fabio started talking, he didn't stop. Of course, I liked him, but in the length of time his blathering was unsustainable. I guided Fabio into the kitchen, where he put his equipment down. "Do you like him dry or sweet, Cristiano?" "What?" "The whine!?" "Semidry", I said. "Oh no, I brought along all sorts, but I left this one at home. I'll bring him quickly!" "Nuts! I'll also drink dry whine!" "No, everything should be perfect today. If Irina isn't there today, the whine should be. I can see, how much you miss her!" No, Fabio. I'm not missing her. I've bought her and I've no emotional liaison with her. Every month I'm transfering money to her, so she is playing my girlfriend. How likely I would speak these words out loudly. Alas they're just parts of my thoughts and a secret. They mustn't got abroad. Never ever! Before I could put in a caveat, Fabio disappeared. Of course I had semidry whine within my house.

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Fabiano FanFiction (5)

Cristianos POV 'On the way home, lots of pictures appeared in my thoughts. Pictures of Fabio. How he was laughing. How he looked at me. How he told me about the last fishing trip. I couldn't struggle against these pictures. I was totally absorbed in thoughts, that I didn't noticed, how the traffic light in front of me turned red. At the last moment I succeeded to brake and because of that I could avoid a collision. I look into the driving mirror, and saw angry eyes flashing at me. I didn't need lots of time to conceive who was the owner of these eyes. It was Maria. To get out of his way, I turned off into the next byroad. He was disappeard from my field of vision, but another worry stayed. What would happen if he would come around tonight? What if he wanted to get revenge? In that case, Fabio definitely wouldn't be save in my house. When I arrived at home, I tried to distract myself with the choice of a convenient outfit. Gucci, Cartier, Tiffany, Prada, Burberry, Armani or Dior? Even after a further hour, I didn't decide what to wear, so I just took my Rolex combined to a "I love Nike"-T-shirt. The latter I doffed within one second, because it came to my mind, that Fabio was rather a fan of Adidas than of Nike. Because I didn't possess clothes of Adidas, I decided to wear a modest black T-shirt. I didn't know, how I should plan my day. Fabio and me would be alone, From the afternoon to the evening. All alone. Of course it wouldn't be the first time that we would spend so much time together. At the beginning of Fabio's time at Real Madrid, we always shared a hotel room before the night of the game. While Fabio felt asleep immediately, after he snuggeld into his cuddly fish, I lay awake for a long time. I couldn't endure his closeness. I was afraid that I would lose unconsciously control in the night. Because of this, I begged Mou prudent for a seperate room. After this, Fabio couldn't suspect that I wanted more from him, than just friendship. My bell ripped me out of my thoughts. I breathed deeply and walked slowly down the circular stair of my house. I recognized Fabio immediately because of his blond strands of hair, which he pressed against the door glass. Now the decision-making game was about to start, and I knew, that this time it wouldn't just last 90 minutes.