You and Sam. Sam and You. It had always been that way, ever since you two were six weeks old and met in day-care, and immediately became best friends. You two had been through everything together, when Sam could no longer play AFL, you always found ways to cheer her up, and even convinced her to start playing football. You had moved to America together when you were 18 to play in the NWSL, then back to Australia to play in the A League, and now, to the UK to play in the WSL with Chelsea. Both of you played, and co-captained, for the Matildas too, had done since you were both 15. Sam and you had always played for the same team. You live together in London and have a white cat called Helen.

When you were 14, Sam had fallen-head-over-heels in love with you. She had never dared mention it, she vaguely remembers saying it when we were 17 and drunk off our asses at a beach once, but you don't seem to remember and she doesn't know how to bring it up to ask without giving anything away. So, the feelings continue to stay a secret, and I don't suspect a thing, despite the fact that Sam had a 15+ year crush.

Today, you've both just gotten home from practice with Chelsea:

Sam: ....