Chapter 21- The OG's + Hammers...

Authors note...

This one is for the OG's the ones from the very start!

David_Adetola, Patrick Ugabi, Ali_88, ArdaPendragon, Naufel_Aarab, Carlos_Ed3rdo. 

For the love you've shown to this novel, this chapter is dedicated to, you, so no sad things allowed! 

End of author's note... 🫡

Rasmus stood at the center of the pitch and waited for the referee to blow his whistle, there seemed to be some disturbance in the stands and we saw plastic cups and towels thrown onto the pitch, it embarrassed me so much, that I went red, the perpetrators were our own fans. I ran over to West Ham's half were Soucek was clutching a red and bloody arm, cut by a plastic cup or something. 

"Thomas, I am so sorry for their behavior, I beg you and your team's forgiveness, I will try to talk!" 

I ran up to the fans with rage evident on my face climbed the advertisement board and looked around at multiple fans, red-handed with rubbish in their hands. 

"You disgust me, you are vile, my own fans, my club's fans, do this, how dare you!?" 

I braced and caught a cup that was flying toward my head, I looked down at a drunk man, who was the delinquent, and dropped the cup back down to him. 

"What can I say to you guys when you would throw stuff at your own player, I don't want you to be the fans backing us, and we don't need your fucked up antics to win the game, or do you not trust in us!? We seemed to have delivered in the past few matches haven't we, and all you fans ever do is, mess with us at our lowest, and pis us off when we're in form, I wish you could understand morals, we're people like you, so are the west-hammers! So if you're going to play by the rules, then stay and watch a masterclass, if you are not! Then you can fuck right off for all I care!"

The West Ham squad looked at me with admiration and gave me handshakes and half hugs as I returned to my half for kick-off, I took the ball from Rasmus and invited Danny Ings to take kick-off as a way of appeasing the situation, we shook hands, and as I walked back my teammates smiled and nodded, some giggling, I'll always be a child in these guys' eyes. 

"That's our Adri!"

The ref finally blew the whistle and I noticed that about half the United fans in that section were gone but the other half which included the few that didn't participate in the bitching stayed and got to watch the game. 

Ings kicked the ball to the now bandaged-up Soucek and he, in turn, played the ball out to the flank, where James Ward-Prowse ran don't the ball, however, the ever-speedy Luke Shaw, blocked him and lunged in for the ball, letting it loose, the ball was collected by Casi who searched for options, eventually finding Dalot, streaking up on the right, the play switched sides and we were now on the counter-attack. 

Dalot threaded the ball forward, down the line to Garnacho who cut behind Zouma and shot past him but found his way blocked by center midfielder, Lucas Paqueta who was jockeying him, Garnacho saw me, jogging a few paces behind him and he understood the message, chopping the ball into the space behind Paqueta, I stopped jogging and unleashed all of my pace, my boots barely finding time to touch the ground as I ran onto the ball, Paqueta could barely see my shadow as I ran past, Coufal tried to make a tackle but I was too fast, accelerating past him, there was one more hurdle, the keeper, Areola, no diff really...

I smashed the ball and turned, walking back to my own half, not celebrating, we had to somehow make up for our fans' cruelty and if that meant not celebrating, then so be it, my teammates understood too, and walked back to our positions for West Ham to begin play again. 

Oh, why didn't I look to see if it was a goal?

Honestly, I thought it would look sick, and I was shitting my pants thinking I missed until I heard the usual delayed commentary from the box and the scoreboard changing: 

Man Utd-1:0- West Ham

The play resumed and the next 30 minutes were quite boring and full of endless running, West Ham was good, of course, that is the reason for them being able to make it to the semi-finals of the Carabao cup, but that good run has to end today, and I can't help but be sorry for it...

With five minutes on the board, Eriksen got the ball and threaded the ball to Marcus Rashford who finally took my advice and grew a pair of balls and dribbled forward, occupying West Ham's defense while Rasmus, Garnacho, and I rushed forward, we witnessed a dribbling masterclass before Rashford lobbed the ball with a Rabona. 

The ball passed over the heads of Coufal and Zouma, the problem was it passed over the leaping figure of Ramsus too and the head of Garnacho, but that's quite alright...

Because I was there, to volley the ball into top bins and once again walk back humble and solemn, back to the locker room, Areola just looked depressed as the scoreboard changed once more...

<Man Utd-2:0-West Ham>

The whistle blew, symbolizing the end of the first half. 

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