❝𝑰 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑰 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑫 . 𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑴𝒀 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑫? ❞ 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 — 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

as rare as it is, you became a referee on male teams football match. thing came to another and you were asked to substitute for someone else who had to quit last moment.

you got into the referee kit and taking with your eveything you’ll need out there. you checked it all like 20 times but at least you were for sure ready.

you came out there, doing your job despite all the stares and gasps, keeping a straight, profesional face. you blew the whistle and the match started.

you ran around the field between the players, swiftly making sure you’re not in a way or that no one fouls anyone else.

it was all going pretty smoothly, not much bad things going on, you didn’t have to be too interactive as in yellow cards or free kicks, surprisingly. but all that’s good has to end.

one of the players done a very bad foul on a real madrid player, sending him down on the ground in agony. you blew your whistle right away, running up to the player and signing the medical stuff to check on him as you took out a yellow card showing it towards the opponent’s player and writing down his name on it and the minute of the match.

it it didn’t end at it. the player walked up to you and started arguing, calling you any names he could, and yelling out how you can’t be. a good referee cause you’re a woman and how you’re stupid and just anything that rolled onto his tongue.

you were about to put out a red card cause you ain’t dealing with that and this man deserved it, he pushed you. knocked the cards out of your hand and pushed you to the ground, about to do more.

“you fucking b—“ he said but he was cut off “cut it!” someone stepped i. front of you, holding the guy away. jude bellingham.

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