he spent a good part of his years trying to prove his worth to everyone who criticized him, said he'd never reach the same potential he had in his first club, called him lazy, untalented..

and it always frustrated him. cuz it seemed that even though he was giving his all on field, it wasn't enough. but now it wasn't about proving something to people, but to himself. but of course, he'd never satisfied 'til he won an important title, and felt good with his own football.

and giving up wasn't an option. it was all good thing he had in his life. besides you, of course. you came into his life when he was at his worst. after he definitely broke up with his ex, after countless betrayals. you helped him take care of his mental health, and always motivated him to continue his process, no matter what.

and now, he had a chance to prove he was as good as many players. he was called up by his national team to play in euros. and, once again, he'd have a heavy burden on his shoulders.

he performed well in last qualifying games, scoring 3 goals in 7 matches. and now he's preparing to perform in the knockout phase. both physically and mentally.

he played well in second half. making good passes, good finishes, but still no goal. and the game ended in a draw. in injury time, both teams were under pressure. result: a draw. and soon after, penalties.

this was certainly the worst thing was going to happen to him, or the best. he'd be the last to take. that penalty was worth a place in semi-finals. he could be the hero.. or the villain.

he felt his heart beating out of his chest as he walked away, the ball in the field, the goalpost looking tiny, and the goalkeeper giant.

he took a deep breath. and exhaled, his mind racing, as he poured all his strength into one kick. the ball hitting the post. portugal eliminated.