His first goal for FC Barcelona. The day started normally, a hard training session in the morning, then waiting for the match – first a briefing with the team, then silence in the locker room as Hansi explained the tactics. In between, a few gossips with the guys from the team. Yeah, it was a normal day.

Flick let Hector come on for the last 20 minutes. He promised him that, after not giving him a chance last time. He warmed up on the pitch, happy like a child. It was the same excitement, the same happiness when he started as a young boy, back then with Marc by his side. Well, Marc was playing Chelsea now.

As always, there were a lot of people in the stands, the match between FC Barcelona and Real Madrid always attracted a lot of people. A few people were arguing who was the better club, the wives and girlfriends of the players were sitting in the VIP area, with their chosen ones' shirts. Somewhere in between was you. With Hector's name on your shirt.

When he entered the pitch, he was happy like a little child. He played as best he could. The minutes passed, the pressure grew – until the moment came. Yamal moved down the wing, cut between two defenders and released a perfect ball. Hector reached – almost flew. Shot. The ball went into the net. He scored his first goal for FC Barcelona.

At first there was a slight shock, which only got over when his teammates ran up to him, congratulating him and rejoicing in his happiness. Yamal grabbed him by the cheeks, Gavi patted him on the back. Hector scored his first goal, which also made the club win against the opponents. Somewhere in the crowd of their shouts and happiness, he saw you. Standing in your place, clapping and cheering for him the whole time – although other people were already looking at him a bit strangely. Marc was here too, he flew from London to watch his childhood friend become a young star.

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After the match and a few interviews, he immediately ran to the stands where you were. You also ran down the seats, smiling. He was standing at the bottom, looking down at you, shouting something in Spanish. Lewandowski immediately ran to him, picking him up and placing him on his shoulders so he could be closer to you. Everyone on the team knew that you were in a long-distance relationship. And how important it was that you saw his first goal live, and not on a TV screen.

You leaned over the railing, the wet railing hitting your stomach, and Marc, your cousin, stood right behind you, his hand on the back of your thigh so you wouldn't slide down. Pedri stood next to Lewandowski, ready to catch you at any moment if you fell. When Lewandowski lifted him up, he reached out to place his hands on your cheeks, kissing you. The FC Barcelona photographers immediately turned their cameras to capture you like this.