Finally, after months of not playing football because of my injury, I was going to be back on the pitch, not only as the number 11, but as the captain of Barcelona Femeni as well. I hadn't worn the captains armband in so long, it felt kinda surreal. The team was standing on the pitch, warming up. I was passing balls with Mapi, until Aitana asked me if we wanted to go and talk to some fans. I agreed, of course I wanted to. We walked over to the stands, fans of all ages stretching out their hands towards us. Words from all sides. Young girls screaming my name, others wanting to take a picture with me... You had to get used to it as a professional female football player. Particularly when you are Alexia Putellas. My gaze fell onto a young girl. She was maybe ten. I smiled as I saw that she was wearing a jersey with my name on the back. Holding her hand, there was a young woman. Her mother? Probably not, she was too young to have a ten year old daughter. I didn't know what was happening, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from the woman. She looked a bit lost, as if she didn't even know who I was and just came here because of her sister (?). As I signed the young girl's jersey, I was still looking at the gorgeous woman