My Love Journey's
Pissed Off Football Player

We chatted lightly, mostly Travis explained the statistics of the players who appeared on the television screen. I went back to the kitchen to save the wine before the game started. And when I got back on the couch, my heart was pounding at the sight of my phone and reading people's comments about my post on Twitter.

@brianaldarch: so he's in touch with that doctor? vn*ng.

@lululeo: omg, the handsome doctor @Travis_ just posted a photo from the same room! They are really together!

@idkeven: this woman is so embarrassing @PaulKlug !!!

Goddamnit! Just because Travis posted a photo in the same room as me, they thought we were in touch. Why can't I spend time with my friends without getting attacked by people?

Suddenly, I got a lot of messages and tweets with swearing and maki insults. It's really driving me crazy, even when the photos of Paul and the model were scattered, everyone still blamed me.

I took a deep breath, deleted my post and put my phone on the table and returned to the TV.

***

The German team completely dominated the game against Colombia tonight.

I still don't understand what's going on on the pitch to date, but the score explains enough. Travis and I cheered for the German victory.

Although it feels a bit sad, but I still can't stop paying attention to Paul. He was amazing, in a way that made my body throbbing tormented. The way he plays seems to show that playing ball is not a difficult thing to do, but I know it is impossible to imagine. You could say I never kicked a ball at sports when I was in school.

At first, Paul looked good, professional and able to control himself, but a few minutes after that, he looked frustrated, almost angry.

"He can get yellow for doing that..." Travis shook his head, commenting on the clash between Paul and a player from the Colombia team. Both of them looked in pain, but no reaction was shown to Paul even though he caused it.

He's never been like this in a game before when Germany played, and I feel like I know why the game can suddenly turn chaotic. Our relationship must have affected him.

"Clug pulled from the field. Aarich came down to replace him" said the commentator overseeing the match. "It's very unfortunate. He's not gonna like this..."

Everyone must have realized that Paul was a bit aggressive in this game. It's not going to be good for their team and for himself, so I think their coach was forced to decide to pull him off the pitch.

I was dying. I would feel so bad if I made it. The situation was even worse when the focused camera panned him walking out of the field. The one being talked about is now an assistant captain of the German national team, and he was sent off for being unfair in the game.

Paul obviously ignored their coach when he tried to talk to him on the sidelines, and instead walked towards the second row of seats where the substitutes sat waiting for their turn. Someone was seen giving him a bottle of mineral water, but all he did was kick the bottle, hard, if I may add. Then he leaned back and rubbed his face violently.

The camera is back in focus. I can't focus my attention anymore. This is totally insane!

For a moment I considered whether I needed to send him a message to ask if he was okay and tell him I supported him. Or maybe it's better to just let it go. He lied himself and said he was tired, but instead had fun with a supermodel...

Ten minutes before half-time, the coach seemed to have tamed Paul and put him back on the pitch.

The reminder on my phone rang, but I immediately turned it off when Paul grabbed the ball and started running towards the Colombian goal. I sat on the edge of the sofa, completely admiring its thrilling appearance. He passed several players, passing the ball to Carl who then passed back to him when they approached the opponent's goal.

The focus camera panned closer, capturing the moment and movement of her tense muscles as she kicked. Then as the Colombian goalkeeper jumped and fell, the whole crowd as well as the commentators started cheering in joy.

Travis and I cheered in my house, jumping off the couch.

"An amazing goal from Paul Klug!" the commentator sounded so excited. "It's really amazing!"

***

"I wonder how the Germans are playing now because we're not cheering for them anymore" Travis said with a smile as we entered the hospital's underground parking area.

"Yes, our shouts from my house must have helped them to score," I said cheerfully, laughing.

"You're right," he replied sarcastically. "Listen, Bianka, today is so much fun."

"Of course," I murmured in agreement. "We have to do it often. I think now I understand what it's about a guy who wears some kind of microphone and runs on the pitch, follows the players, and scolds them."

"That's the referee's name, darling." Travis grinned, shaking in disbelief at me. "You need to learn a lot more."

I rolled my eyes while Travis parked the car in a special place with his name on it, and then we got out. We chatted santa while stepping into the elevator, then directly into the dressing room each. I put on my uniform and walked out and stepped into Dr. Greys.

I spent my free time in the hospital with Daniel, a little boy who wanted to be a football player, but now is in a wheelchair because of a car accident. He excitedly chattered about the Germany game today without knowing that I was watching, even if it was only half a game, but I let it go and continued listening merely not wanting to lose the moment of witnessing his cheerfulness.

I said goodbye to him before I went back to see Dr. Grey's in his room. And just as I was coming out of Daniel's room, I collided with Stacey.

"Hey, are you..." I just wanted to ask if she was okay, obviously looking so happy when we collided, her look seemed as if she was getting a free meal coupon at Mc. Donald for the whole year.

"Bee, I have a patient, a footballer who is angry because of a sprain on his ankle" he muttered, then smiled triumphantly.

"Huh?"

"The rest of you come with me." I frowned, not understanding what he meant. Dr. Grey would be very upset if I was late and that could worsen my grades. But suddenly Stacey pulled me when she realized I was just standing there. "Now!"