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Una histĂČria perfecta.
Alexia Putellas Segura, our La Reina.
14 years. 507 games. 232 goals. 10 league titles. 10 Copas de la Reina. 8 Copas Catalunya. 6 Super Copas. 4 Champions Leagues. 2 Ballon dâOr.
She wrote a legacy at FC Barcelona that is untouchable. It feels wrong to call her career a chapter because it was a whole book.
Now she gets to decide her future and sheâs earned that right.
Thank you for everything, La Capitanađâ€ïž
Woman on fire (Alessia Russo x F1!reader)
Based off this request.
With the season coming to a close you wanted to make every second count. Ferrari had won the constructors championship but the driverâs championship was yet to be decided. It was between you or Lewis.
You went into the Bahrain Grand Prix equal on points with Lewis. The last two races were crucial and both of you were striving for perfection because one mistake could be costly.
Alessia had suffered a minor knock during training. It wasnât serious but it did mean she would be on the sidelines for a couple of weeks. She hated not being able to play but the silver lining was that she could travel with you for the last two races of your season.
âHow are you feeling?â The day was just beginning as the sun peaked through the curtains of your hotel room.
Alessia head rested on your chest. The moment is silent but comfortably so. Right now it was you and her or the calm before the storm as the blonde likes to call it. She would often try to imagine whatâs going through your head but she knew whatever she came up with wouldnât come close.
âGood.â It was a lie. An ill timed red flag during qualifying meant you were starting the race near the back of the grid. It wasnât going to be an easy race but you knew that you had what it took to get the win.
âPlease donât do anything stupid.â
She only gets a hum in response and it isnât the answer she wanted. You are known for taking risks. If you saw a gap then you would take it. You are known as the queen of overtakes and whilst you loved to do it, you would only do so if it was safe. The only thing is that the definition of safe in your eyes and safe in Alessiaâs eyes are very different.
âY/N, I mean it. I know you want to win but no win is worth your life.â
Deep down you knew she was right but you couldnât allow yourself to get lost in the what ifs. If you did then you would hesitate and hesitation kills on the track.
Alessia was still getting used to having a girlfriend that drove fast cars for a living. The two of you had met during her off season last year during a family trip to Italy. You, a born and bread Italian, were making most of the summer break in Como when you first saw her. In all honesty you actually saw her brother Gio first, or more so he saw you. Her older brother recognised you and is a big F1 fan whereas Alessia was the polar opposite. She had never watched a race on her own volition. You were hooked from the first meeting and during the ten days that followed you saw Alessia everyday.
The two of your were both in your own heads. Overthinking wasnât something either of you could avoid. Alessia was thinking about what would happen if something went wrong and you were obsessing about what it would take to win. You both might have been in the same bed but your minds were far away.
A knock on the door brings you both back to the present moment. Nothing was said as it wasnât needed. The knock of your door meant that you were leaving in an hour. It was something your performance coach did any time you needed to go to the track.
You walked through the paddock hand in hand with your girlfriend as cameras flashed and followed you until your were in the Ferrari hospitality. You said good morning to Charles and Alex before going to get you and Alessia a coffee. When you returned she was chatting away with the two of them. Alessia fit in with both your friends and the team with ease.
A short while later you gave Alessia one last kiss as she sat in the family section in the garage. She watched as your placed the balaclava over your head followed by your helmet. You were in the zone now and she could only pray that you had a safe race.
Red light. Red light. Red light. Red light. Green light.
Cars were wheel to wheel as they tried to get in front going into the first corner. You had a near perfect start and were able to gain three places very quickly. You saw the gap, you had the racing line and so you made the move. You had the right but Ocon thought differently as he cut in at the last second. It was a dangerous move and it sends you into the railings at over 150 miles an hour. In that moment there was nothing you could do. You hit the brakes as hard as you could but it was no use. You hit the barrier and saw red, literally. The flames surrounded you and you knew you needed to get out of the car quickly or today would be your last day on earth.
âThatâs a huge crash.â Crofty commentated.
The entire garage gasped in shock and horror. It was the worst crash in recent years. Alessiaâs eyes were glued to the TV as she watched the replay. Hoping that her nightmare wasnât coming true but it was. She saw your red Ferrari go into the barrier time and time again.
Charlesâ voice came over the radio, the Monegasque was the leader of the race.
âThatâs a bad one. Who was it? Do we know if they are ok?â Charles had a panic in his voice. Anyone listening would have assumed that he knew it was you but he didnât.
âCharles, itâs Y/N.â
There it was, official confirmation.
âIs she ok?â
This is what Alessia and the entire garage also wanted to know.
âWe donât know. We have lost radio connection.â
Were you alive? Were you hurt? Had the track claimed your life?
âIâm going back round. I know the rules but we need to know.â He pauses for second âAlessia?â Charles wanted to speak to your girlfriend.
âYes.â Her voice was quiet, barely a whisper, as Alexandra held her closely to comfort her in any way possible.
âIâll go get her. Sheâll be ok.â Did he believe what he was saying? No. He did however know what it was like to lose someone close to you in a racing incident and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure you got out alive.
Alessia's mind was racing. On your third date she asked you who your idols were and you said Ayrton Senna and Nikki Lauda. You told her about Senna's iconic Monaco lap and Nikki's intelligence and bravery. You told her about the movies and documentaries which she insisted for you to watch them. By the end she had one question: could that happen to you? you responded nonchalantly saying yes but it won't. Alessia couldn't understand how you didn't fear for your life every time you stepped into the car because god knows she did.Â
âNo.â It was barely a whisper. It was as if Alessia was living her worse nightmare. âPlease Y/N, please be okâ.
The eyes of everyone in the garage went from the screens then to Alessia. They could not begin to imagine what she must be going through. Even Mattia went over to check on your girlfriend and tried to reassure her the best he could. It was a small gesture but one that she appreciated.
Nikki Lauda survived his crash.
Ayrton Senna did not.
What would your fate be?
Silence overtook the radio. Charles was quiet, all anyone could hear was his heavy breathing. Your radio had completed disconnected, but then again a fire would do that.
The world watched as the number 16 Ferrari pulled up to the crash site. Your team mate jumped out and ran straight towards your car which was still in flames. Charles wasn't thinking straight and a couple of safety stewards held him back before he got himself hurt.
Alessia could do nothing. She had to watch, along with the rest of the world, to find out if you were ok.Â
Time seemed to stand still as it was revealed that your car has completed split in two.
"I can see her!" Charles shouted over the radio as he shoved the stewards out of the way to get to you as he tried to help you out the car.Â
Everyone watched as you jumped over the barrier looking like you barely had a scratch on you. Alessia fell backwards and would be on the floor if not for Alex who was keeping her upright. The latter woman was also relieved to see what you were in one piece.
You were in shock and Charles could tell by the look in your eye that something wasn't quite right. He began to worry that you had sustained a brain injury but little did he know you were experiencing the fight or flight response. You had spent the last 7 minutes fighting for your life.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders as his wrapped around you waist.Â
"Charl, am I happy to see you." you briefly hug Charles "Let's get out of here, I'm boiling." this earns a chuckle from him. You both run towards the ambulance that was waiting for you.
Charles is about to jump in but then remembers his car. He tells you that he will meet you at the hospital but you refuse the gesture. He had a car and a race to win. After a short battle, he agrees to continue the race.
Once in the ambulance you feel the adrenaline start to fade as the pain begins to take over. It hurts to breathe and you quickly consider how much smoke you must have inhaled. You hands were suddenly very hot and when you look down you see that some of the gloves have melted into your skin. Panic begins to set in.Â
The paramedic tries to calm you down but itâs no use. Everything she tells you goes in one ear and out the other. Little did she know whilst you were in that ambulance with her, your mind was miles away. You wouldn't like to guess what your heart rate was but in an instant everything went dark. Just as they say, you were in the eye of the hurricane and it was quiet. With you eyes closed your mind went to one thing, one person, Alessia.
"I need Alessia."Â
Then the darkness overcomes you.
When you wake you see nothing but you feel everything. Every body part is sore and for a brief moment you wonder why, then it all comes back. The crash, the flames and being stuck in the car. You focus on your breathing and try to identify your surroundings. What can you hear? Voices, some louder than others but thereâs something else. You can hear heavy breathing, almost like someone is crying. What can you feel? Aside of the pain, you feel tight pressure around your hand and something wet.
âYou told me this could happen but never did I think it would.â
Alessia, your Alessia.
âVita Mia.â your voice is husky but in the many scenarios Alessia went through in her mind, many of them included her never hearing it again.
âY/N.â
The sound of her saying your name got the attention of everyone in the room. Someone from the team went to get the doctors, Alex brought you some water and your girlfriend perched herself on the edge of your bed.
âHow are you feeling?â Alex asked.
You donât want to seem rude but you can only look at Alessia. Her eyes were red and you could see the dried tear streaks on her cheeks. She looked like she has been through hell and you know that youâre the reason.
âAre you ok?â You asked her. When she doesnât answer you know that something bigger is happening.
âYou almost died. I thought I watched you die.â You tried to reach towards her but she pulled away âI asked you not to do anything stupid.â With that she walked towards the door telling Alex that she needed a couple of minutes.
âThat was a bad one Y/N, really badâ
You know both women were hurting but this was starting to annoy you.
âPer l'amor di Dio!â Itâs only when you go to move some stray hairs do you realise that your hands are bandaged up âI had the right to make that move. It wasnât my faultâ
âYouâll never understand, you and Charles are exactly the same. We love you but dating a formula 1 driver isnât fun. We watch your tires lock up and our hearts stop for a minute. What just happened could have killed you. Alessia cried her eyes out on the way here and began speaking about you as if you were already dead. She loves you Y/N and sheâs scared.â
You knew that is was scary to watch your loved one, not by experience but by the stories the partners told.
âWill you please go find Less. I donât want her to be alone.â
Alex does as you ask.
The silence gave you time to think. Was this fair to Alessia? Even though you warned her of the dangers, this was a lot to handle on a weekly basis. You may not have seen the crash but you know you came very close to death. If the crash would have happened ten years ago then maybe you wouldnât have survived.
Alessia came back not 10 minutes later and Alex gives you both some privacy stating that she would be outside should either of you need anything.
âYou really scared me Y/N.â Alessia retakes her seat beside you on the bed.
âI know.â
âI thought you were going to die.â
âI know.â
âI thought it was the end of our story.â
âItâs not.â
âBut it almost was.â
Neither of you were raising your voice. This is an honest conversation and one where you didnât know how it would end. You were very protective over Alessia and if she was half as protective of herself then she would choose to save herself and walk away.
âHereâs the thing, being in a relationship with someone in this industry isnât easy. Every week I put myself in a car that goes over 200 miles an hour and thereâs a chance that it could be the last thing I do. Driving one of these cars has been my dream since I was 6 years old and I have accepted the risks I take and what they may cost. As I said, I have accepted that but you shouldnât have to.â
âY/N, thatâs not what this is about.â
âBut maybe it should beâ you place a kiss to the top of her hand âYou should be with someone who will be at home waiting for you after training, someone that will be in the stands cheering you on every week, someone that doesnât drive around in fancy circles and call it a job. You deserve someone that isnât me. I wish it was, god I do, but you deserve better Lessi.â
âStop. Stop saying those things. My reaction and what I am feeling has nothing to do with me not wanting to be with you or wanting something normal. In fact itâs the opposite. When I watched youâ Alessia blinks - once - slowly as she remembers you going into the barrier âall I could see was flames and I thought I had lost you. Y/N, I have watched video after video to prepare for this possibility but none of those were like what happened to you. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest and I remember feeling so many emotions but one of the strongest ones was anger. Baby, I was so mad at the universe because I thought you had been taken away from me.â
Tears were falling down Alessiaâs face but she made no effort to wipe them away. For the first time today, she let herself feel.
âIâm right here.â
âNow you are but for a while I wasnât sure if you would be. It made me realise how precious time is. We donât know how long we will be on this earth but for the time that I am, I want to spend it with you.â
Alessia was trying. She was trying to say the words that have been so hard to say. It wasnât that she didnât feel them for you but she had never said them before, and the weight they carry scared her.
âI-â She stutters slightly.
âI know. You donât have to say it.â
âI do, I want toâ Alessia leaned even closer to you and looked you directly in the eye âI love you Y/N. I am so very deeply in love with you.â
There they were. The all important three words.
âI love you, Alessia Russo.â you lean in and kiss her. You kiss her as if it was the last time and the first time all at once.
You learn that the burns on your hands werenât as bad as you thought. There were very sore but the nurse was able to take off the extensive bandages and apply a new thinner layer.
The two of you lay in your hospital bed talking about what youâll do over the Christmas break and during your off season. You promise her that youâll come to as many games as possible and she tells you that sheâll come to Italy over Christmas to try your Nonnaâs Cuccidati.
A gentle knock on the door gains both of yours attention. The person on the other side waits a couple of seconds before entering.
âThe woman on fire lives.â
âCharles!â Alex scolds her boyfriend.
âWhat? Thatâs what everyone is calling her.â He replied before facing you âItâs what theyâre calling you, Y/N.â
You all laugh for a little bit before Charles speaks with a more serious tone.
âYouâre ok? Really ok?â He asks and you nod âYou scared me for a moment. I canât lose someone else.â Charles says and you know he is speaking about Jules and Antoine.
âIâm ok. Quite sore but other than that Iâm in one piece.â You tell him but even with his question answered, you can tell that thereâs something else he wants to say.
He looks at you, at Alessia and then at Alex who in return shakes her head and tells him no.
âWhat is it?â You ask him.
âCharles, no. â
âAlex, I want him to tell me.â
She raises her hands in defeat and takes a seat in the chair beside your bed.
âLewis had engine failure on lap 48.â
After crashing you thought lewis would win the race and the championship. There wasnât much you could do about it and you began to accept that.
Charles isnât finished.
âHe had to retire the car which means-â
âHe and Y/N are still equal on points.â Alessia says as she realises what your team mate is telling you.
This means the title was still undecided but your car was in pieces, literally. The Ferrari engineers had worked miracles in the past but this was asking too much. That being said you knew if you called Mattia and said you wanted to race next weekend then he would put every engineer available on your car.
âMy car.â It was simple. You could get in the best possible condition but you needed a car.
Alessia watches as you think of all the possible options. There are a lot of qualities she admired in you but the way you thought about the sport you loved never failed to amaze her. She also began thinking about you in a car again. Honestly, she thought she would have months to process the crash but now she may not even have a week.
âYou can have mine.â He said as if it was that simple. âI spoke to Mattia and he approved it. He can have the engineers start work straight away, theyâll apply your spec and-â
âCharles.â you stop him from talking âThank you for offering you car but look at me. I am in the hospital after being in a crash that, lets be honest, should have killed me. My hands ache like crazy and I feel like Iâve gone though twelve rounds with Canelo. What if Iâm not 100%?â
You expect the Monegasque to answer only the next words spoken do not come from his mouth.
âWhat if you donât try? Y/N, this has been your dream since you were a child and now you have been given a second chance than none of us thought possible. We will speak to the doctors and if they agree then weâll do everything we can to get you race ready.â
If anyone in the room would be against you racing, you thought it would be Alessia. Now here she is trying to convince you that you can still be a champion.
âAre you sure? Iâm not in this alone and I wonât make a decision without you being ok with it.â
âPositive.â Alessia nods confidently.
âLetâs do this. Iâll speak to the doctors. Charles call Mattia. Iâve got a championship to win.â
Whoooo my baby is so talented!!!
Thank you for proofing reading itđ€
Iâll Be There (Aitana Bonmati x reader)
A/N: Sometimes you have multiple fics open to finish but then an idea brews and itâs the only one you can focus onđ. I know Iâve been absent and not posted anything in a while but I hope you all like it.
You heard the news before most and you hated to admit it but you were shocked something like this hadnât happen sooner.
Aitana had broken her fibula and in training nevertheless.
It wasnât your girlfriend who called you, no sheâs too thoughtful. Alexia texted you two words.
SOS. AITANA.
Not thirty seconds later the Barcelona captainâs name appeared on your screen. You answered it, let her explain and then walked out of your own international camp. Lea and Klara asked where you are going but you didnât have time. You simply apologise and say youâll text them from the airport.
âAirport? What are you talking about? We have training in 30 minutes.â You left your teammates in pure confusion. The news would be out soon and those who knew you best would know that there wasnât a chance you were staying in Germany.
You wish the flight time was quicker or at least felt like the actually length, not double.
As discussed, Alexia met you in the reception of the Las Rojas compound. It felt like you were committing some kind of crime. Spain were the enemy, the team standing in the way of you winning a trophy with your national team. Truth be told you werenât even sure if you were allowed to be there.
âPut your hood up and if anyone asks Iâm saying your Alba.â
You both looked at each other before laughing. No way could you pass for Alexiaâs younger sister but you do as she said and put your hood up.
Several players look your way but say nothing. You keep your head down, only looking up when you see youâre about to walk into someone. The single trainer and two crutches give away who it is.
âCareful.â Her voice sounded dejected.
âShouldnât I be the one telling you that?â
Upon seeing your face, Aitanaâs lit up in response. She swung her arms around you knowing full well that youâll take her weight. Alexia mumbles something before giving you two some privacy.
âTell me who I need to kill and I will.â It was a joke. Aitana knew it was but the look in your eyes held a tiny bit of truth.
âNo one. I land badly.â
Of course she blamed herself. She was in so deep that she didnât realise it could have been the environment that caused this.
âAitana, listen to me. Breaking your leg in training isnât normal. No training sessions should be played with a level of intensity where this could happen.â
Aitana shook her head ever so slightly. She was either agreeing with you or asking you to stop talking about it. Given that the latter was a chance, you drop it.
The two of you stand there for a few minutes. Aitana lets you hold her as her walls come down. You donât speak, you only listen as she tells you about her insecurities and fears for the surgery.
âI donât like hospitals. People go there to die.â It took everything in you not to chuckle at your girlfriends dramatics.
âItâs also the place where life begins. Try to think of it that way. The surgery is a set back and the start of a new chapter, a new challenge and you will come back stronger.â
Aitana listens to your words and lets them sink in. Sheâd seen teammates go through surgery and comeback but sheâs also seen the toll it takes physically and mentally. One thought that kept running through her mind is whether or not she can overcome this. She couldnât help but wonder if this is it and her best years are behind her.
âIâm scared.â
âI know baby, I know.â
You watch her bottom lip tremble as she fights back tears. When a couple do fall you make sure to wipe them gently. Not once do you tell her not to cry because if crying is what Aitana needs, then youâll create a space for her to do just that.
She holds one of your hands to the side of her face and melts into the touch. Your hand is warm and she focuses on that. Aitana loved how warm you were. No matter the circumstance, you were never cold.
When Aitana leans up to kiss you, you donât stop her. You were fully aware that she was vulnerable but never could you turn down the chance the kiss her. Long distance worked for now but nothing could compare to the touch of your girlfriend and the feeling of her lips on yours.
âAit- what are you - who is that?â
The hallway was empty. Was being the key word. Sure it wasnât the most private place in the building, but Alexia said she would do her best to make sure no one came your way.
âI tried my best.â Alexia admits defeat from a distance.
âDonât turn around.â Aitana pulled on your hoodieâs strings to cover your face.
âAnd do what instead? The exit is that way.â you tip your head backwards. âI canât just stand here.â
Sheâs thinking. You can tell by the face she is making.
âFine, you can turn around.â
You only heard one voice and that was Jenniâs but when you turned around you are met with a few more.
âY/N!â
âHow did you get in here?â
âWhen did this happen?â
âIf coach sees you then youâre in trouble.â
Aitana goes bright red under the invisible interrogation light which is funny, given most of the questions are being aimed at you.
âHop on.â You tell her.
âPlease can you take these?â You ask Pina as you point to the crutches.
Everyone goes towards the communal area. Question after question is being fired at the both of you. Aitana is visibly uncomfortable so you do your best to answer them on her behalf.
âWeâve known each other for years. I asked her on date after the Olympics and then she asked me to be her girlfriend the following Christmas. No, this is not some fling for those who have been giving me the evil eyes. Anything else? Any more questions? No? Good.â
The room goes quiet and you just hope that theyâre satisfied with your answers. You want to savour every moment you can, because truth be told you donât have long left as you need to get back to Germany and explain your sudden unauthorised departure.
âCan I ask you something?â Aitana asks shyly and you nod your head.
âWill you come to Barcelona for my surgery?â
There was something in her eye. Something that told you she was worried or even scared to ask you.
âOf course I will. When is it?â It was a given or so you thought.
Aitana is silent. The look on her face says âI donât want to sayâ.
âThe club has scheduled it for Tomorrow.â Alexia tells you.
The sighs around you sound louder than they actually are.
Tomorrow. The second leg of the final is tomorrow.
âItâs in the morning.â your girlfriend tells you, as she tries to take the sting out of the news.
Would it be possible? Yes. Madrid is just over an hour away from Barcelona.
Could you get a team member to cover for you? Maybe.
Would your coach allow it? Absolutely not.
If you get caught would you be benched? Most likely.
Would it be worth it? Thatâs the real question
âYou donât ha-â
âIâll be there.â You cut Aitana off.
âBut-â
âI said Iâll be there and I will.â You cut her off again.
Your mind was going over every possible way that you could make it. Sure you didnât have one right now but youâd do anything to be there for her.
âYou know, whilst youâre in Barcelona maybe you could sign a contract. We sure could use the help.â Mapi laughs. Her suggestion earns a shove from Irene.
You, Aitana and Alexia share a look. Only the three of you know just how close you got to signing for the Spanish giants in the summer but the deal fell through.
âOh please. Barça couldnât afford me when I was free, nevermind buying me out of my contract.â you reply, although youâd be lying if you said the thought hadnât crossed your mind once or twice since the summer.
You are able to stay for just over an hour then you receive a call from Lea saying that the coaching staff are beginning to ask questions.
âItâs time for me to go.â you whisper to your girlfriend.
âYou have to.â
You nod.
Words are exchanged between you and the team as you make your exit. Some of them are your friends but at the end of the day you are all footballers and being competitive comes with the job.
Aitana stands with you as you wait for your car service. When she sees the sleek black car driving towards the compound she knows that her time is up.
âI wish you didnât have to go.â Aitana mumbles in the crook of your neck.
âYouâll see me in the morning and Iâll call you the minute Iâm back in my room.â
Your car pulls up and you say your goodbyes. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but something you do know is that youâll be by Aitanaâs side no matter the cost.
Any headcanons of healing reader at Lyon?
I am so so sorry for not replying to this sooner. Honestly, I struggled with this as I have never done headcanons before.
Hopefully this is the type of thing you wanted.
- Family is important and the team is family. R hosted family meal night at least one a month and everyone tried to bring a homemade dish.
- R and Ada are the closest having formed an unbreakable bond. They also spend a lot of downtime together.
- Talia takes it up herself to learn as much about recovery and physio treatment as she can so that she can take care of R after tough games.
- R and Talia went to the UWCL quarter final El Classico at Camp Nou. It was during that game that R first pictured herself playing for a team that wasnât Lyon.
- When R first moved to Lyon she knew that France would be her home for a while so she was determined to become fluent in the language. She would speak french so often that it lead to her forgetting certain words in English.
- R has been to Disneyland Paris more times than she can count.
- Wendie is the person R went to whenever she needed advice, whether it be professional or personal.
- It was one of Râs greatest honours when she got named vice captain.
Aitana with a fractured tibula đđđ
Weâre fucked!
I donât understand how she can break it during training. What overly aggressive sessions are they doing? Also, her body wonât have been 100% in general because our management plays her into the ground every season.
how have you been? you haven't been on here lately.
I know Iâve been a bit absent. Iâm doing really well recently, thank you for checking in.
She fractured her fibulaâŠâŠduring training!
By order of Barcelona Femeniđ„
Everyone acting like it wasn't intentional' is somehow a fucking defence? There was no way she was going to get the ball from that position, and she went for it anyway- by the looks of is seriously injuring another player. Red card, simple.
It is a defence, or part of it. when it comes to what is and isnât a red card. She wasnât going to get the ball and that was due to the timing of the tackle. Gio did look seriously injured and thatâs never something you want to see but you donât know exactly what movement / impact caused that. Janssenâs tackle is responsible but the tackle itself wasnât worthy of a red card or at least it wasnât in my eyes.
i've rewatched it a couple of times now and that shouldn't have been a red at all. the yellow was even pushing it, but maybe that's just me.
I agree with you. When they were replaying it I thought the yellow card was going to be rescinded.
That was the most unreasonable red card i have ever seen. Is it bad timing yes, but that card only came due to Gio's injury.
The timing wasnât great and I wasnât surprised to see it was Janssen but it was a yellow and only a yellow.
No way was that a red card! It was one foot and studs down. Was it miss timed? Yes but a red is harsh.
Esmee has a subscription on scoring in the second minute!
It is starting to become her thingđ
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Ugly girls get ugly treatment, we don't make the rules đ€·đ»ââïž
We donât but some, especially this one, we will happily enforce.