wow, 10th chapter already? it seemed like its just 5 weeks since I posted the first chapter...well it is 5 weeks xD Now off with the crude humour. PLease make an ovation for loved Fideo! An awaited chapter that I hope you'll enjoy guys! There a some translations at the end of the chapter ;) Read and Re-read..nah review

The spectators were chanting with enthusiasm their favourite's team prodigee's name. " Il piccolo Fideo è il nostro eroe" and other songs of encouragement were resonating all around the stadium easily covering the nasal voice of the commentator. Fideo was now mentally blocking the noise that could either easily distract him or put an enormeous amount of pressure in one sole man. This was the year's most mediatized match. Two clubs from the North and the South of Italy, well known for their hostility towards each other, were having a dual for the sacred title of Italy's best team.

The middlefielder was standing hands on hips scanning with his eyes the football ground trying to search for the other team's Achille's heel but he had difficulties to concentrate at a few minutes of the end of the encounter. His fellow team-mate was in the posession of the ball, determination in his eyes to score the first goal of the match but instead, made a low pass to Fideo, who started sprinting half of the field. The ball was being fluently passed from and back to his feet until he arrived on the penalty area.

He was appoaching dangerously the goal-pit and was about to shoot when he hit suddenly the hard ground. Whistled and swears could be heard through his ringing ears. Apparently, a defender had propelled him to the soil by tackling him with too much force. He tried to support his weight on his upper arm while he heard someone trying to call the paramedics. Immediately, Fideo raised his arm as a sign that he could go on. With more ease, he got up and approached the referee which was now circled by a semi-douzens of furious team-mates of his.

His heart skipped a beat as the referee removed a red card from his pocket and annouced that he received a penalty. Immediately, the brunette told his captain, Mirko that he was going to shoot it. Taking the ball inbetween his hands, he advanced in a somehow solemn slow pace and placed it infront of the fidgeting goalkeeper. He gained moementum by taking a few steps back and then runned to the ball before kicking it with a great accuracy.

Though the goaly was sharp, he could not seized a ball going at such a speed. As soon as it hit the net, an explosion was heard. The cheerings of the euphoric audience made him realize that he had scored.

"ALDENA GOALED! 1-0 FOR ROMA FC!" the commentator yelled clearly showing his impartiallity.

"Finally" he whispered as it was not his first attempt.

And then, himself uproared into a loud scream of delight as his the final whistle was blowed. His comrades rushed to him helding him up on their shoulders.

"Noi siamo i re incoronati! Noi siamo i re incoronati!" were their exclamations. Soon, douzens of staff memebers hurried into the field for the improvised celebrations. From the corner of his eye, the match's hero could perceive the coach too busy hugging anyone at a one metre distance of him. Eventually, he was put down. They rushed through the central part of the bleachers were the oh-long awaited trophy was resting proudly. A speech was given, medals were distributed but the first thing Fideo remember the following morning after partying till three o'clock, was when Mirko brandished the cup in the sky.

" Mamma, its Fideo Aldena" a little boy said enthusiastically while tucking the hemlin of her mother's dress but froze when the said soccer player smiled at him. Tetanized, he could not move his legs when his mother pushed him forward a little.

" I-I'm I'M A BIG FAN SIR!"handing a napkin and a ballpoint pen.

" Oh really? That's great. What's your name?" he said kneeling to be at the same level as him.

" Antonio"

" Here you go, Antonio" he said handing him back the signed substitute paper before going on with his walk. It was the second time he had to stop for the sake of his fans and it was still noon but he did not complain. One autograph or two could not ruin his perfect mood. It was already one week since his last match but their victory was on the mouth of every inhabitant of the city. Walking down the old rustic looking roads, he stopped infront of his favourite bistro. It was not a five class restaurant but the food was good and their were always a great ambiance.

" Fideo, son! Come here!"

" Good morning Lapo" Fideo replied politely to his old friend and owner of the small restaurant.

" Congratulations for last time" the old man exclaimed slapping his back making loud "thuds". He started chatting or rather listening to the old man's blabbering with a permanenet smile on his face. If anyone needed something or someone in the town, the first man he should go to would be Lapo. He knew more than any military forces or Mafias and was just more than a gossip monger.

" Fideo, son, I have a huge favor to ask you" he said as his face was engraved into seriousness.

" Anything!" Fideo said immediately.

" My niece Nataliah is coming to town to visit and I'm so busy with the buisness. Could you show her around while she's here?"

" Of course Lapo, that would be nothing" The young man exclaimed immediately.

" Great! But I warn you son, that would not be an easy task"

" Why do you say so?" Fideo said now with a mix of curiosity and amusement. How difficult could it be to play the tourist guides for a few days?

" She hates you"

Big old semi-cliffie :D hehe finally I'm half satisfied by my Fideo chapter. Hope you guys liked it! Don't forget to review ;)

Il piccolo Fideo è il nostro eroe: The little Fideo is our Hero (I used French to translate it in Italian 'cause in French it sounds cool xD)

Noi siamo i re incoronati: We are the crowned Kings. ( That too sounds a lot better in French an Italian right? xD

Have a good day/sweet dreams!