"José Mourinho?"

"Si. What is it?"

"Your daughter is here to see you." The old man's face brightened,

"Send her in." He was happy to see his daughters coming down the tunnel.

"Papa!" I went running up to her father and enveloped him in a hug.

"Esmaralda, I'm glad you are here." I went by both Esmaralda and Samantha. My father was Spanish and my mother was American. She wanted to name me Samantha and my father wanted to name me Esmaralda because of my eyes. Esmaralda means emerald. The boys were practicing as usual but I noticed some new faces,

"Papa, looks like you have some new players."

"Si, Kaka! Cristiano!" He motioned for the boys to come here and they did. They were both panting and sweating, "Boys this is my daughter Esmaralda Samantha Porter Mourinho. Esmaralda, this is Kaka or Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite, and this is Crisiano Ronaldo." I shook hands with both boys and my father sent them off.

"Papa,"

"Yes."

"Can I ask you a favor?" He gave me this look,

"What is it?"

"Well since I just happen to have my cleats with me, and I'm in the proper clothes…" He sighed and shook his head,

"Alright, you can join in."

"YES!" I hugged my father and began to put my cleats on while my father called the others over. I was wearing my red shorts and black tank top with my blue cleats. The guys were use to me playing with them, but I liked to play against the new ones. Show them what a Real Madrid girl can do.

"So Sammy, whose team are you going to be on?"

"What team are you on Iker?"

"Red."

"Kaka?"

"Red."

"Hmmm, Cristiano…what team are you on?"

"Blue." I smiled,

"Looks like I'm on your team Iker.

"Yes! Midfielder right?"

"Of course! You know I like to be in the middle of the action" He smiled at me. Iker was one of my best friends. He and I were always hanging out together. If I played midfielder then I could play against Ronaldo whether he was a defender or a forward. Turns out he's a forward. The game started and Kaka passed the ball to me. I ran down the field and passed it to Raul. But Albiol was there and fought him or the ball and won. I got back and ran beside Sergio,

"Hola chica. Glad you could join us."

"Sergio, you and I gotta stop ending up on each others team." He laughed and we both charged at Ronaldo who had the ball. He dodged Sergio but not me. I was tight on his heels and managed to steal the ball and clear it. Ronaldo however ended up on the ground. He looked at me dumbfounded before I ran off, but I could just hear Iker say to him,

"Get use to it."

"What?"

"Getting beat by a girl. Coach's daughter is amazing. Don't feel bad though, she does that with everybody." I laughed and kept going. Of course my team won 3-1, but I wasn't going to rub it in. Well maybe a little.

"Sorry boys but you just can't beat a girl." This made all the boys look at each other. My father had left to take a phone call and when he was out of the stadium I knew I was in trouble. They all charged me and I ran. I was able to out maneuver a few and out run some but there was three left. Sergio, Raul, and Cristiano. No way was I letting the newbie get me. I ran around the goal and lost Raul. He was too tired and collapsed on the ground. One down Two to go. I ran down the tunnel and lost Sergio. One down. Now I just had to shake Ronaldo. I took a left at the locker room but found I was trapped. We stood there and I went to go left but so did he. So I tried right, but so did he. Then I did a fake left and ran right. I took off back out the tunnel but he was right on my heels. There were calls from the guys for both of us,

"Go Cris! Get her!"

"Run Sam run!

"GO! GO! GO!" I kept running but I could hear his breathing which could only mean…I went down and rolled over with Cristiano right beside me. We were both breathing heavily and we just laid there. The others came running up to us. The first to reach us was Iker who busted out laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up Iker." He helped me and Ronaldo up and then coach, my father, came back,

"Alright boys, take five laps around the pitch and then you all can go home." They all groaned and looked at me with a pleading look. I just smiled at them. I'm not saving them this time. Ronaldo looked dead tired and Sergio and Raul didn't look so good either. But I told the boys I'd see them tomorrow at the game and gave my dad a hug before heading home.

So I didn't follow through with my rule about not letting the newbie get me. Oh well, there's always a first for everything right?