I was standing in the tunnels of the Stadium, my nervous gaze wandering around, meeting the ones of the team next to my Barcelona. The women from Real Madrid were standing there in their blue Away-Jerseys, seemingly nervous. I was fidgeting with the Barcelona-Femeni pennant in my fingers as my gaze met the one of Madrid's right winger. Gosh, her eyes were beautiful. We were playing together in the Spanish Women's national team, but even though we were teammates there, we were bitter enemies on club-level. Not talking to each other, bickering all the time, both sending hateful glares into each others direction every time we looked at each other. She hated me, I hated her, even though I didn't really know why she couldn't get along with me. Maybe because she lost the Ballon d'Or to me. Or maybe because I was slightly better than her, always leaving her on the second place. But was this a reason to hate me that much?

I took a deep breath as we walked out of the tunnels and into the stadium. The second lag of the semi-final for UWCL. Me, Alexia Putellas, as Barcelona's captain, back after almost a year of injury