#Messi talks about how hard his leave was on Antonella and how the kids found out through the media

[getting-messi]

Messi didn’t snub Barca or reject them

He’s always been so clear. He could’ve left Barca at any point of his career for money, he never did. He was willing to take a 50% pay cut for Barca, they barely gave him the decency of a head’s up but spent an entire season promising that they’d keep him and then switched up within 48 hours. He could’ve accepted the Miami offer or the Saudi offer MUCH earlier, his dad has been reportedly speaking with Laporta for over a month now. 

How is that Barca are still struggling with management over two years after letting Messi go? Wasn’t him leaving supposed to solve things? Pique even said it himself recently, he left his contract early to give Barca breathing room financially yet they are still struggling. Jordi and Busi just left and yet they are still struggling. They only RECENTLY registered Gavi as a player with La Liga and he’s literally a teenager. Imagine how much more difficult it would’ve been for Messi, if they did sign him. They couldn’t even guarantee him that much. 

Laporta is two years into his term as President and he still hasn’t formed a solid financial agenda and while they keep buddying up with Madrid in this weird anti-Tebas campaign, Madrid are spending money loosely and freely. 

Messi is completely right in putting him and his family first and making his decision instead of wasting an entire summer on a board that has proven to still be mismanaged. 

[theworldsmosthatedakacr7]

Title: The Day When He Wasn’t The Best In The World

Chapter title: Goodbye

Characters: Cristiano Ronaldo, Hayley Carrighan (OC)

Warnings: some cursing

Category: F/M, romance/friendship/humour

P.S.: There will be one last chapter after this that I hope to write very soon. Sorry for the terribly long delay. Hope whoever still reads it, is going to like it xx 

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Tiny little hands pressed against the glass walls and with one last painful smile I turned my back to him, a single tear falling down my cheek. This was not supposed to play out this way. I was never supposed to be stuck here for so long. How could I fool myself and think everything was alright, natural? There was nothing right about this. I was supposed to gather some money and go back to college after a year, two on the top. But things rarely ever happen how we plan, take the most adorable kid on the planet, a bornt charmer as his father and you easily find yourself in my shoes.

2 WEEKS EARLIER

I sat in front of the tv with a box of Haagen Dazs in my lap, and a bowl of homemade potato snacks besides me. My hair was pulled into a loose knot on the top of my head, my pink fluffy sucks peaked out from under the blanket, the crown on my attire was the over 6 years old worn out Real Madrid shirt. People started to appear on the bright green carpet and I put a huge spoon of ice cream into my mouth. I was supposed to be among those people by Cristiano's side. He proposed me to accompany him. First I questioned his sanity. If we'd been to show up together, not only the media but fans would have gone crazy too. He said he didn't care, and this was a great event for me to dress in that gown I always complained not having an occasion to wear at. In the end I said yes. What woman would have said no, right? In the last couple of weeks things have gone back to normal after our kiss except for a couple of minor changes. Junior spent way more time with Dolores what I found rather odd but Cris reasoned it was so he could concentrate more on getting ready for the derby against Atleti. We had dinner together every evening, many times just the two of us, and he cooked. We talked, and argued and laughed, he even watched my favourite zombie films with me, not without constant complaining of course. I felt a slight shift in our relationship but it happened so slowly, and so quietly, my own feelings blindsided me.

Last night Cristiano came home late, with Selma on his side. I didn't want to believe he was serious. After all that woman put him through, hestill took her back when she crawled to his front door and cried that her current boytoy screwed her over. It was like a slap in the face to see her in my home again. Of course, she wanted to go to the award show, they should show the world they belong, no matter what happens, I could still hear her sickeningly sweet words in my mind. I stood there, unable to even shape a coherent sentence, my knuckles turned white, I was grabbing the kitchen island so tight. My hair was covered in all of the colours of rainbow, sparkling in a way even Edward Cullen would have been envious after Junior figured it'd be a great idea to try and turn me into a unicorn to impress the little girl he planned to marry. I smelled like onion and cabbage, wanted to surprise Cristiano with his favourite dish as a good luck for tomorrow present. I felt destroyed. I was utterly humiliated not only by him taking that whitch into our home all over again but by my own feelings as well. I was jealous, so jealous I felt like the raging emotions were going to break my bones.

My phone's ring brought me back from the unwanted memories. I glanced at the screen and sighed softly.

“Hey dad,” I answered the call, putting some effort trying not to sound too miserable. My dad could always tell when something was off with me, even from across the ocean.

“Is something wrong? You sound off,” he commented, slight concern coloured his words.

“All is fine, no worries.” I smiled softly. They said mothers had a sixth sense when it came to their kids, maybe because my father raised me alone, he developed it too.

“I always worry when you say no worries,” he chuckled lightly.

“Dad, I'm fine. However, there's the question why are you calling anyway? I thought you have a date with Connie.” It really would be time for the old man to confess his love and just marry the woman who he'd been dancing around for over 20 years.

“Your man is getting that award, what do you call it...”

“FIFA Best, dad and Cristiano is not my man,” I sighed with a shake of my head. He was old fashioned, if a woman lived with a man and his kid for years, they were a couple, end of story.

“The boss man then,” he corrected himself and I laughed. The boss man, Cris would hate to be called that. “Why are you not there? I thought you were going too?”

“Yeah, I changed my mind. You know I've never really been into the whole fancy dress up thing.” I wasn't about to tell my father Cristiano screwed me over. If I did, he'd be on the next plane to Spain, sending threatening messages that he would break Cris' legs.

“I don't like this,” he stated with a hard voice and I could tell he was having a hard time believing me.

“Yeah, dad, listen, I'm tired and you should go and dazzle your lady instead of using me as an excuse to bail on her again.” I deflected the topic, unable to deal with sharing my feelings with anyone.

“You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?”

“Yes, dad, I would tell you.” I sighed. “Go, enjoy your date.”

“Alright. I will call you tomorrow. And tell that boss man of yours I said congrats for his new award.”

“I will, dad. Have fun.” I ended the call and dropped the phone on the couch. My eyes moved back to the screen where I saw Messi and Antonella arrive. Not long and Cris would be there too, with Selma. You are pathetic, Hayley, I laughed at myself, hysteria slowly but surely sneaked up on me. What the hell was I doing? I was in my early twenties and I wasted my time on a man who used me as a rebound each time he got dumped. You worth more than this, Hayley. I switched off the tv and stared in front of myself. When did I become so sad? Things needed to change. I needed to get control back over my life. I stood from the couch with shakey legs, grabbed the laptop and headed out to the chilly October air in the yard. You can do this, Hayley I kept telling myself as I started writing my resignation.

Next morning I woke with a start when I heard the door opening. My eyes hurt from all the crying and my back ached terribly after I passed out in the chair last night.

“Hayley?” I rubbed my eyes, stood from the chair and went inside. “You look awful, are you okay?”

“You are home early.” I ignored his question and headed to the kitchen to make a coffee for myself.

“Yes, I wanted to talk to you about...”

“Me first,” I cut him off quickly. I didn't want to have a conversation about anything before I told him I was leaving.

“Okay.” He nodded slowly and sat to the kitchen island.

“I'm leaving,” I exhaled quickly. It wasn't that hard, was it? Just don't start sobbing now.

“What? Is your dad okay? Is there a problem? Can I help anyway?” He asked, concern deepening the line on his face. No wonder it took me years to realize what a foolish mistake I made.

“You don't understand, Ronaldo.” I shook my head, and closed my eyes. “I quit.” I opened my eyes and moved my gaze to him. The silence was so heavy it was almost suffocating. He stared at me with a completely blank expression on his face. “Did you hear me? I...”

“You tell Cristianinho,” he stated with a hard voice before he jumped from his seat and disappeared into his room.

For the last days of my stay we remained civils but we hardly said more than two words to each other. There wasn't anything to say. I could have blamed him for fooling me, he could have blamed me for staying too long when I knew I'd leave eventually but what would have been the point? It seemed we had nothing left to say to each other. Even Junior turned awfully quiet after I told him about my departure.

“It's time for me to go. They always pick me at security check.” I tried to joke with Dolores but she wasn't laughing.

“Can't you just stay a bit longer?” Junior stared up at me with his huge puppy eyes and I needed all of my strength not to break down in tears.

“I stayed too long as it is, buddy.” I sighed softly as I knelt down in front of him. “But you're always going to be my favourite human, and my best friend, and I'll call you everday. We will stay in touch.” I explained, but my own heart was in million pieces.

“I don't want you to go, Hayley,” he cried, his tiny arms wrapped tight around my neck.

“I'll always be a call away, pumpkin,” I patted a kiss on his tearsoaked cheek before I unlaced his arms from my neck and stood up. “He isn't coming home, is he?” I looked at Dolores. Maybe it was best that Cristiano wasn't here. It'd have made this even more difficult if possible.

“I'm sorry, sweety, I don't think so,” she said quietly and I nodded. It was for the best.

“Thank you for everything,” I told her as I stepped to her for a hug. “Cristiano, thank you for being my best friend for all these years.” I looked at Junior with a serious face. “It was an honour to be at your service.”

“Don't go, Hayley, please.” He sobbed and I swallowed hard.

“Just a call away, baby, never forget that.” I said him one last time before I took the handle of my suitcase and walked out of the house. This was right thing to do, I kept repeating to myself. Then why did it feel so wrong?