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few days ago I wrote that, but I have been throwing LJ so had been unable to publish:

Start with the story I will call (unless you want to know, you can jump directly to photos) :

Xavi Soccer and I

Three months ago the sport was for me one more, in those who roamed the world, and when someone asked me if I like to answer something like: What is the joke of seeing 90 minutes (minutes up or down) of 20 men chasing a ball? * Ducks to avoid jitomatazos * Until the conecyclical ....

But the story does not begin there.

I have been in contact with the Fut since I was little, my father played and coached men's teams from their schools, one primary and one High School (Graduate, Institute, High School or equivalent for each one of you), so I was weird. On Sundays in my house were going to watch the game, then listen to the summary of the matches of the week, or listen to any party they are giving now. The question is meant for my Sunday football, and that meant, I pulled on my bed listening to the fut ... boring till you drop. Creor was there I took a hobby. And I spent the rest of life without love football.

The world for me was little more than wasted time and a lot of money, my father saw the Tele I had no attention in the months that lasted the fucking world. So either she was so happy cariñoa the competition. I knew that Italy, Germany and Brazil were good ... I heard of Zidane, Ronaldinho and Beckham latest, I knew there was Barcelona, Real Madrid, Liverpool and Manchester ... and I knew that my selection was not (and is) the best in the world. CHTLittle more

MLXC little less ... I remember when less than three months ago my sister (playing soccer) tried to make me understand that was misplaced, and I stayed with it I knew before asking.

So ... one of my best friends seemed to force it, and I do, force me to watch the match Mexico-France (yes, that which Mexico won), I met a group of his friends and we watch the game. Live the match with great intensity, the locals jumped every time the ball approached the area (either), screamed when someone made a mistake, held his breath each Once there was aplayed intense ... I was completely tuned the party. I felt

.

A curious fact, before the game the guys commented that it was a long waiting game, but they had little hope, because, according to them, Mexico had never won in France, and then I said: "Of course if we beat France for the past 70 or 72" and they stared at me with a face: "How the fuck you know that?" one of them turned to me and asked if he was a fan of the sport, and I quite shamelessly replied that no, indeed not even like me ... fromst; Who in my f-list know football? And my answer was spend a couple of post

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to get familiar with the subject, and who better Rakel so I could meet some of the players ENG oles, a English woman, a fan. I saw the post above, I checked a couple of pictures, I inspected several of the guys ... and I left. A couple of weeks later, around 10:00 am, had an activity in one of my classes (Clinical Genetics, for if anyone is interested), and carried no copies of the game which ten &; Iacute; masters to work, so I left the University to buy my copies ... on TV because the copier had a game ... I managed to distinguish the red uniform of a team. And as my back would take a few minutes, I was watching the aparatejo that. And just then did a close up midfielder ... yes, THAT

midfielder. And I fell in love. My friends have asked me that because I like that player in particular, not too handsome, not too high, not too attractive

in general ... for them, but when I discussed for the first time, I knew the answerto immediately:

is passionate about making . When I saw that I was making a gesture closed impressive concentration, gesticulating and shouting to other players, his gaze traveled the rest of his team, his whole body language said, is what I do and what I do everything. that game was not (perhaps the Spain-Chile, but am not sure), if there is no goal or not, I have no idea if there was a move, do not even remember the result, were only seconds , a wall and nothing more. I turned around, I had to return to school. During class stopped thinking about the game, but once I had the opportunity to check who was that player ... I foundé, do not remember if in a post Rakel, or just the selected photo looked up to find the English. The point is that for that day in the afternoon, I knew who was on:

Xavi Hernandez.

And then I started with my obsession. Where he played, where he was, the media, as weighed, birthday, comments on, etc. One thing led to another, and I had always been of the comments and publications about football Rakel when I started I & eaoacute; na semifinal ... Clockwork Orange Netherlands. And the only comment I made was: "Hopefully the final play Germany and Spain, had taken cariñoa the English, and Klose seemed worthy opponent. But did not go as I wanted, days before the games saw the classification of the semi, Spain, Germany, Holland Uriguay and I decided to see both games.

Things did not go well, a friend had health problems and walked with her in the hospital. Just the day playing the Rage against the Germans, just in time that it was the game (1:00 pm MéMexico) she was discharged, and asked me for it, I did, when we returned to school (she had things to do there) I started to go to watch the game ... she asked me to be with her, I did. I saw the game. Just listen to the screams, sighs, containment collective breath ... and finally goal. I heard the comments, Puyol had brought the goal that put them in the end. Then, while waiting for the re-check, passed the repetition, and sat down to see it. When she left the office I had a smile of satisfaction impressive: The serveea goal had been to Xavi. Thrilled I told him my friend in great detail the rally, the serve, the mega jump Puyol when nobody expected it, the moment of silence and then the explosion. She did not complain too much for me, just smiled and I guess he thought: He'll get .
From that moment here, everything is history. Every time I read something about the (news, fiction, interview) I liked. I met his team, his club, his style, and I could glimpse of his character among so many spelling, what little I can tell from what he says and what is said about him. Now andPage, an image of the celebration of Puyi goal, and from that moment I began to look, but it was months before I could copy it to steal

procurement. I'll tell you later which was

THE

photo. Here is the chronicle of the Gol and the Gol magreo that followed (picspam)

The head of Spain ...

Observe Ramos ... is completely out of place, does not understand how Puyi came so quickly ... not the Germans

CHthe emotion that gives you a goal in a moment. * Sigh *

angle Ramos, watch your arms (Puyi and Sergio), strength, and imagine the adrenaline that runs through their veins (q men villa are hung for several meters, or learn)

This is the picture that was in the magazine ... is THE

photo. Discuss eye contact ... the thread that will not break ... they are surrounded, but are only two of them.

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few seconds later Puyi arm extends toward the other. Xavier seems to be saying I told you it was yours!



Capdevilla reacted .. The expression of Pedrito!
And the other two, to his own.


Pedro almost neck brake to Busi, Villa has been lost amid all crying Xabi Geri's chest. Xavi Puyi and only has eyes for each other.


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Andrew and up to 8 to hug. Puyol neck and take itanyone ... I'm not sure anyone would understand * sigh * * drop *
If you only saw the picspam: Sorry for the comments, I have no humorous vein, and I'm excited, maybe too much, the Xarles.
If you read the fic: Let him know and maybe we'll give away another. And because I have you tired. =)

Loans, Fico is the Lyeth, the photos were taken from website of the FIFA

, just looking after the photo is proud herself for finding it. Q I think that's all.
PS: A little extra. Escribí a traffic, RPS! Soccer is Xarles obviously I'm hoping that I finish what betear to carry


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, for now I leave it here:

Ok, my first attempt with the RPF / Soccer.



Author:


rebeka_black

Title: Jealousy in banking Fandom: RPF / Soccer
Characters: Carles Puyol, Xavi Hernandez, XabiAlonso, Sergio Ramos and Fernando Torres

Claim: Xarles, mention Xabi / Steve

Rating: M
Notes: Inspired by the photo that is down, no set time that I have no idea date, stolen this post

pepandres which stole many other . The title sucks, but it's the first (and only) that reached me at the head . Warnings: Well, nope, no explicit ... =) Length: 700 words .... >- \u0026lt;

should not, really is not necessary. But Damn! You can not help it! If the kid goes out there with half the world laughing. Okay, that Alonso is with Steve, but even so, and are known, but can not help it! When Xavi has three seats away, and insists Terrassa be funny, and everyone joked around with him. Carles

not usually jealous ... well, just by Xavi. But it's not very often, as he believes. And he's doing a bloody good job of disguising, or est & aHTMLXC is in love, and knows that means the choice to have that

person next to you as long as possible. Carles is calm, no big deal. It can withstand another thirty minutes without breathing Xavi one meter radius. If you can, of course, because he is Carles Puyol, serene, patient, wise and all that. It recharges the seat back against the bench, take a deep breath and try to relax your face. When you think you can focus on the game, leaning forward again. Can not help looking away, just a little to your right, just in time to see Xabi give a slight nudge to his namesake, and turn his head slightly to the left. The discretionary & OverhaulI n Alonso has always been a blessing for the English team, and then, for the captains of the club. can view Puyol Xavi's face, first puzzled by the gesture of Alonso, and then with that look of "going ?, Ending with that smile that not only imagine, because its by Xavi end turns to where he is. And put the smile, that in which he is the entire face, which uses the lips you crazy, cheeks, eyes and all in all. Alonso Xavi hit the leg and hand it up. Walk two endless fucking

yards to Carles and turns to Sergio and Nando. - I do space? - Sergio looks up the phone and the pitch Nando, nod almost simultaneously, and are one seat away Torres returns to the game and Sergio stares at Puyol a moment before returning to business. Carles's smile, you know, is too obvious, but it matters little, because Xavi has been sitting beside her, and smiles again before dropping back against the seat and lost his eye in the game. It is interesting, clear, interesting himself is said Carles, and that's enough, you can now really focus on the game. With Xavi arm roz & aacut