You and Jude are dating. He’s a football player for the England national team and Real Madrid. He’s a real, respectful gentleman — he doesn’t lust after or check you out. Your name is Mia; you’re 20, which means you’re two years younger than Jude. You’re a supermodel and the daughter of Xabi Alonso (Real Madrid’s coach). You’re also the oldest child in the family.

It was an El Clásico match day; Madrid would play Barça, their biggest rival. You and Jude had started dating before your dad even joined as head coach. Your father was protective, but he trusted Jude, so he more or less let it slide. The game would be held at the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium in Madrid and kick off at 16:15 (4:15 PM). Since you live in Madrid, you could go watch — and obviously your dad got you a special ticket. He’d arranged a seat for you on the players’ bench, right beside him.

Both teams left for the stadium at 15:05 (3:05 PM) to warm up while some fans were already entering. You were sitting on the Madrid players’ bench watching players from both teams warm up. The match soon began. Kylian Mbappé scored in the 22nd minute and Jude scored in the 43rd minute, but in the 38th minute Fermín López had also found the net. The score before the second half was 2–1, and you were hoping Madrid would come out on top.

The second half came and nobody scored, so Madrid won 2–0. Pedri did score in the 100th minute, but he received a red card after collecting two yellow cards — the first for pulling Vinícius Jr.’s shirt and the second for a foul on Aurélien Tchouaméni. Madrid won 2–0.

After the final whistle, Lamine Yamal — the 18‑year‑old Barça player — started arguing like a child. He’d been goading Carvajal and other Madrid players. Barça players began arguing with Madrid players; team staff and the police tried to pull them apart. Lamine spoke up again.

“Listen, old man Carvajal, I’ll fight you in the tunnel if I have to, and I’ll make sure I win. Got it?”

His ego had gotten so high he thought he was the next Messi or Ronaldo, though he wasn’t.