UCL Special: Real Madrid Edition
Real Madrid C.F. had just finished taking a celebratory team photo after his totally deserved win, thank you very much! when he felt something vibrate in his jeans, so hard that he jumped higher than he thought was possible.
“Whoa, what’s wrong, man?” one of his boys asked, snickering.
When he landed, he couldn’t help but join in the laughter - he was on top of the world, now, on the road to his twelfth European title, maybe he’d even be the first to-
Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzzzzzzzt.
Oh, yeah, the call, he berated himself, pulling his phone out of his jean pocket. It was probably Perez, in which case, he was fucked unless he answer this instant. Click.
“Sorry, sir,” he said without preamble, “I was-”
Wait, who the hell was he talking to? He didn’t recognize that voice. And I don’t recognize this number, either, he thought as he looked at the screen, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He knew +49 was the country code for Germany, though. Was this some German fangirl? No wonder that accent sounded familiar. He asked his caller as much, with a note of seduction for good measure.
“Fangirl? You wish!” The voice on the other end spat.
“Who are you, then?!” he demanded, planting his phone-free fist on his hip. I’m having a celebration here!
“1860 Munich,” she replied, less sharply now (although it was like nails scraping on a whiteboard in comparison to his own, perfectly civil tone), “Just wanted to thank you for kicking Bayern’s ass.”
“1860 who?” he asked, vague memories of the past resurfacing, but he still didn’t quite remember her.
“Bayern’s nightmare, kicked your ass in 1966,” she said haughtily, like she just memorized the European Cup Wikipedia page or some shit. “But you could’ve said ‘you’re welcome’, you know. Guessthebastardwasrightforonce!”
The girl only scoffed at him. “Forget I said anything. Good-fucking-night!”
He opened his mouth to retort, but she’d already hung up. Fuck you too, he grumbled inwardly. Whoever she is, she’s probably irrelevant.
End notes: And that’s 100% true, because he immediately forgot about her the moment he rejoined the celebrations. Sorry, Sechzig! ;P
