again..
the night shift.. again...
I see the empty corridors as I realize that I have to prepare for another cold and boring night... damm! I havent even brought a jacket...
Suddenly the Eurocup and its euphoria disappear.. even when the whole supermarket is still decorate with Spanish motives... I take a Spanish flag and I cover my body with it as I sit behind the counter...
1 hour...
2 hours...
not a single costumer...
I realize is useless to stay there more time, plus I have a big test tomorrow.. so I go to the door yawing half sleep...
As I am going to close the cristal door a foot steps to stop me.. a man is smiling at me.. mmm I think I have seen him before...OMG is Pepe Reina.. suddenly I am not longer tired.. perdona, pero ya cerramos (sorry But I am already closed) he seems surprised for an instant.. but inmediatly he changes his expression and smiles to me.. I am shock because he seems to be smiling with his eyes too.. "vamos monada, no podrias darle un momento a un campeón europeo?" (come on cute, cant you give a moment to an european champion?) .. I think yeah whatever... so I let him pass.. he winks an hurries to get whatever he has the urge for.. I aproach to the counter and as I make all the operations I feel his eyes looking in an intense way.. I realize I still have the Spanish flag on me.. I blush...
he goes to the door and I dont know why but I follow him.. he turns and smiles..
I froze.. I feel really tiny next to him.. he approaches and kisses me in the forehead.. Que Viva España..I whisper..
Que Viva he answers...
Redgirl- Xabi, cruise ship, feather boa
I was on a cruise willing to enjoy my well deserved vacations. It was a beautiful sunny day so I decided to go to the deck to breathe some fresh air. All of the sudden, I see a face that looks familiar. "La puta madre!!! (f*cking hell to you =P) That's Xabi" I said. "From all the places on the world, why did I have to see him right here?!". I tried to hide from him, I was still embarrassed about what happened the last time I saw him back there in Liverpool (see 'Crap Story I'). Apparently my plan worked, as I left the place without being seen. So fortunately for me I spent the rest of the day with no worries.
At night (after dinner time) I went outside. It was all very dark, but it didn't matter because I could see this immense sky totally covered with stars. I could hear someone getting close but I didn't pay too much attention. Suddenly, I started to feel a hand touching my shoulder and slowly sliding up to one side of my neck. On the other side I felt a very gentle kiss. Then a strong pair of arms holding me tight and a very recognizible voice whispering “I’ve really missed you all this time”. I slowly turned around and said “Xabi, what the f*ck are you doing?! So you’re taking advantage of this darkness and try to put your hands where you shouldn’t, uh?. He asked me “Are you saying you’re not happy to see me and you didn’t miss me at all?”. So at that poin all I could say was “Look, I should be trying to hang you with my boa right now. Instead, I’ll give you a 2 minutes advantage. Then, I’ll scream and you better run coz the hubby is going to beat the crap out of you!!!”
Gina- Villa, Hotel, Victoria sponge cake
Unlocking the door to the hotel room, I threw the bags down in the corner and flopped down onto the bed. I’d just got back from a busy day in town and my feet were absolutely killing me. I just wanted to lie down and relax, possibly get a foot rub from David. Speaking of which, where was he?? I picked up my phone, flicking through the contacts until I got to his name. Pressing dial, I held the phone to my ear, frowning slightly as it sent me straight to his voicemail. I flicked through the contacts list again, deciding to call one of the other girls to find out what was going on.
“Hello?”
“Hey, I’ve just tried to call David, but his phone keeps going straight to voicemail. Am I missing something here?”
“Well yeah, the boys are playing right now. Semi final…Russia?”
I swore loudly and thanked her, hanging up and scrambling off the bed to switch the telly on.
During all the excitement of shopping, I’d forgotten all about the game that evening, and the TV sprang into life just in time for me to see David hobbling off the pitch with a sad look on his face. My eyes widened in horror as I realised that he wasn’t going to be playing the rest for the game, and quickly set about trying to find out what I’d missed so I could pretend I’d been watching up until that point. I watched the rest of the game, picking up bits of information here and there from the commentators, but I wasn’t really paying much attention. I just heard the words ‘could miss the final’ and my heart sank. He’d worked so hard to get there, if he couldn’t play in the final, he’d be gutted.
It was quite late that night when he finally came back, a desolate look on his face. He took one look at the bags in the corner, raised an eyebrow at me, but said nothing. If I’d been worried about him before, the alarm bells were well and truly off in my head now. He never failed to scold me for spending too much money, because he knew I wasn’t particularly great at controlling myself when it came to shopping. I held my arms out to him and he limped across the room, welcoming the hug.
“I’m sorry you got injured. Did they say anything about whether you’ll make the final?”
“No, but I don’t fancy my chances. It hurts every time I move my leg too much.”
I sighed heavily, taking his hand and pulling him over to the bed. He sat down, burying his head in his hands in an attempt to hide his tears. I kneeled down on the floor in front of him, pulling his hands away, and pushing his chin up, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.
“It’ll be ok, there’s going to be other finals.”
“I know that. I just…I wanted to be out there playing. Stupid rain!”
“Hey, it’s not all bad. You looked pretty hot out there all wet with that shirt clinging to you. I certainly enjoyed the view.”
His lips curled up into a smile as I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth before standing up and walking over to the pile of bags.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.” He leaned over, trying to see around me as I let out a cry of triumph. I held out a box and he looked at it questioningly.
“Victoria sponge cake? What the hell is that?”
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
“You know I’m not allowed to eat any sweets and stuff while I’m training.”
“Who said anything about eating it?”
He raised his eyebrow at me again as I opened the box, pulling the cake out and prising the two layers apart. Pulling his shirt over his head, I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him. His shorts were lower than usual and I couldn’t help but trace my eyes over his chest, finally coming to rest on those hip dips. He snapped me out of my daydream by running his fingers down the side of my face and I looked down at him. He was breathing heavily as I leaned down, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss. He protested slightly as I swatted his hands away from my hips. Pulling away again with a smile on my face, I swiped a finger through the cream and smeared it across his hip dip. He looked into my eyes, and was about to ask me what I was doing when I leaned down, tracing my tongue across his body. He gasped, shivering slightly as I moved lower, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly, his knuckles had turned white.
It wasn’t until much later that night when all the cream had disappeared and we were left with two plain halves of sponge cake on the bedside cabinet that he spoke up. My head was rested on his chest, and I was lazily tracing patterns over it as he ran his fingers through my hair, both of us with sated smiles on our faces.
“So, where did you find out about this Victoria sponge cake?”
“We eat it all the time in England. It’s great right?”
“Well, I’m guessing it tastes pretty good, but I like this other use for it better.”
He winked at me and I lifted my head off his chest briefly, receiving another kiss from him.
“Can I try it next time?”
Freya- Nando, the countryside, pair of slippers
OKay...i got Fernando Torres, The Countryside and A PAIR OF SLIPPERS?!
Fernando stood on the veranda of his friend’s Spanish countryside villa. He loved the countryside and he recalled fond memories of playing in the meadows as a child with his brother and sister. Nando was alone on the veranda…all his friends were inside partying to celebrate their victory in the Euros but Nando didn’t feel like partying. He could only think of his true love Freya who was miles away in England and wondered if she was missing him too. He gazed out over the fields taking in the scenery, the sunset, the olive trees, the forest that surrounded the villa. He wished dearly that Freya was there to share such a romantic moment with him.
At that moment, a pair of slippers appeared on the lawn. Nando blinked and looked again. He was positive the slippers weren’t there before yet now they were, plain as day. They started to move despite the fact that no one was wearing them. At first he thought it was Sergio Ramos playing a trick so he pretended to ignore them, however, the slippers movement became erratic and Fernando suddenly realised they were moving to their own accord. Nando started to walk towards them but as he took a step neared, they took a step further away. This carried on for a while with Nando taking a step forward and the slippers moving towards the forest until Nando turned around to see the villa was rather far away. And yet the slippers kept moving…so he followed them. Through the forest he went, jumping over logs and ducking under branches. He crossed a stream that trickled between the hills and still the slippers went on. Nando was beginning to get weary and wondered if he should turn back until at last the slippers stopped. Fernando walked right up to them and picked them up.
They appeared to be ordinary slippers and yet they had somehow guided him to the top of a hill where he could see all around him for miles in every direction. The view was stunning and he could think of only one person he wanted to share it with. A feeling of sadness enveloped him. Suddenly he felt a pair of hands around his waist and a pair of lips caressing the back of his neck. He was scared yet intrigued at the same time. He wanted to turn around to see who it was yet he wished for the sensation to last forever. After a while a voice whispered in his ear, tender words in Spanish and the voice he recognised instantly. It was Freya.
But how was she in Spain? She had had to stay in England after the Euros as her friend was getting married. He turned around and stood face to face with her. Their eyes met and he threw his arms around her. Picking her up and spinning her around, holding her close, he never wanted to let her go. It felt so good to smell the perfume on her neck, run his hands through her soft blonde hair. He felt like time had stopped. After what felt like a lifetime he put her down and kissed her tenderly on the lips but then as soon as she had appeared she had gone. Nando looked around the hilltop but could not find her. He was alone once more. As he ascended the hill and re-entered the forest he couldn’t help but smile. He got back to the villa and stood out on the veranda once more, gazing out at the countryside and wishing for the smell of Freya’s perfume to return.
MXA – The Ramos, plane, chopsticks
I am petrified of flying, the thought make me shiver. But I really must get over to Italy and kick some Juventus butt, so it has to be done. As I line up ready to board my flight, the trolley dolley seems to sense my nerves and offers an upgrade to first class. Thrilled at the idea of anything making my journey a little easier I thank her and am led through the magic curtains and into heaven, or as close to heaven you can get seeing as we’re flying way up in the bloody air!! I accept the offer of a drink and decide getting pissed may be the only way I last flight. After waiting for what seems an age, I ask one of the staff what the hold up seems to be. She says she’ll go ask Tina the pilot when we’ll be leaving. After a few moments she comes back to me blushing a lot and mumbles that take off shouldn’t be too long with a falsely bright smile. Another five minutes pass, when I hear the pilot asking everyone to take their seats and I look towards the door, I notice a certain long haired Spaniard sliding out of pilot’s door. Looking noticeable dishevelled. I nudge the person next to me “oh my god, it’s The Ramos!! Can you believe it?” I’m greeted with a snarl and the request of some headphones. Hmmm, rude. Oh god, he’s heading this way. OK MXA, breathe and act normal, yeeeeah right.
Turns out The Ramos is behind me (now there’s a thought) on the flight. He sits down and orders a dirty martini, as if he’d drink anything else, eh? As we take off I forget who is behind me and start to freak out. Once in the air and after another four vodkas I start to feel a tiny bit calmer.
Tap, tap, tap! Tap, tap, tap!! Oh god, what the hell is that? Tap, tap, tap How annoying, this is first class, surely we should stop that. Oh no, what if the engine is failing!!!! I stand up trying to get the air hostess’ attention when I look behind and see The Ramos playing drums on his seat with some chopsticks. He gives me a smile with a little glint in his eye. Hmm that really is annoying, but I couldn’t ask him to stop, he’s a Euro winner!! Raising an eyebrow I suddenly get a genious idea. Now this could solve my fear of flying and stop the annoying tapping. I’ve heard on the grapevine that The Ramos like’s banana’s so I sit back down and hunt in my handbag for my moisturiser, it’s banana scented luckily. I rub some on my hands and wait a few seconds for the smell to drift about. The tapping starts to slow down a little, I lean back over my chair and gesture for him to move closer, following the smell he leans forward gazing into my eyes. Holy ****, this man is hot!! Claming myself down whisper something into his ear. Before I have time to sit back down, I’m being dragged down the aisle and into the cramped but surprisingly clean toilets, with the moisturiser in one hand and chopsticks in the other, ready to receive some of The Ramos’ loving!!
Maybe flying isn’t so bad after all…
Stephanie – Silva, concert, tennis racket
I had spent a long day over at Gina’s house with her and her new husband David Silva. We had spent hours laughing about how Spain had won Euro, Davids perfect camera looking, Pepes drunkenness, and the ridiculous names they were gonna give to their 5 kids.
Gina decided that she was going to finally go to bed after spending many hours awake. Silva and I sat up discussing various topics and eventually landed on our common love for Enrique Iglesias.
“No way David, you love Enrique Iglesias’s Music too!”
“Of course I do, If my heart could write songs, they would sound like his, besides, all Spaniards love Enrique,” exclaimed Silva.
“Omg, David, I have tickets to his concert tomorrow, I was going to take Raul, but he’s a little busy with Laura, do you want to come?” asked Steph.
“ooh, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to go out without gina there?”
David had brought up a good point, Gina loved David, and I don’t think she would be to happy with us going out together, even if it was just for a night of innocent fun.
David, then devised a brilliant plan, “I know,” he said excitedly, “David Villa is my good friend and he owes me a favor. I will send Gina to visit him in his hotel with some Victoria sponge Cake, that should get her out of the way while we go to the concert.”
This is an excellent plan and so the next day, we did just that. Gina was more than willing and so David and I had the night together. We headed off to the concert.
When we arrived, we got backstage. Silva was impressed and asked me how I had managed the passes. “well, Raul actually kind of used his connections,” I said slyly. David looked at me and just laughed a little. We were standing by the side of the stage giddy with anticipation when Enrique burst on stage and started singing Dimelo.
The concert was going fabulously, and then out of nowhere Anna Kournikova showed up beside us, Tennis racket in tow, just coming from a charity tennis event. Silva and I weren’t very pleased, so we shuffled around a bit. Whilst doing so, Enrique spotted David. He finished his song and then, because he is a major fan of the SNT asked for Silva to come on stage and help him with his next song. Silva being the shy little cutie he is didn’t want to, but he obliged.
Enrique handed Silva a mic and they began singing Bailamos together. I couldn’t help but crack up. It was hilarious so I whipped out my video phone and started recording. After the song was finished Silva scurried off the stage and back to the side. Enrique finished up his set and the concert was over. We chatted with Senor Iglesias for a bit before we headed back to David and Gina’s house.
Laura - Special effort for the Beautific MG. The Ramos, Ghost train and the spanish flag
MG is on the ghost train AGAIN but this time when she gets in the carriage it’s the Ramos that joins her. Oh well she thinks, I was hoping for another ride on.. I mean WITH Minty but The Ramos will have to do.
It’s a slow moving ride but needless to say The Ramos aint a slow moving dude so they’re barely even in the dark before he is whispering sweet flamenco lyrics in her ear and using his fingers for something other than gunning!
Now I know I said this was a slow moving ride but I don’t think it’s supposed to stop.. Uh oh. The Ramos starts freaking out about missing his hair appointment and about how his stupidly small dog will starve to death because he’s stuck in a fairground ride (seriously how much can it eat?). MG sighs and prays to god to save her but even before she finishes she remembers Raul is busy with Laura, darn. ‘Help’ she calls out into the darkness! She hears a whoosh and a moment later is being lifted out of the carriage by strong arms, long fingers are gently holding her steady.
As they fly out into the night sky she takes in the figure of her rescuer, a muscular tanned man dressed in pink and white lycra with a spain flag tied round his neck like a cape. They land and MG looks around at a familiar sight, the City of Manchester stadium, in darkness but still spectacular. ‘Wow she says, thanks so much’. He tells her that its no problem and that he has to go get Sergio or he’ll be hell tomorrow in training. MG pouts, but he assures her he’ll be back later and that his friend will take care of her for now. Following his gaze MG spots the lights on in the tunnel and follows it down to the dressing room. She opens the door and smiles. In the team hot tub with a bottle of baileys and a bag of malteasers is Philippe wearing just a man city shirt and a smile…
Pavi –VV, train, lawn mower
After spending an amazing week in Madrid taking in the sights, enjoying the night life and even going to a Real Madrid match I was ready to go to a different city and explore more Spanish culture. My friend and I decided to take the train to Barcelona to learn more about the Catalan culture.
We started our trip with a bike tour of Barcelona which took us to all the main sights and then to the beach where we had sangria. My friend decided to head back to the hotel to take a nap so I decided to head to one of the parks to relax for a bit. As I was sitting on a bench people watching, a very attractive man walked up and sat next to me. At first I felt a bit awkward and tried not to pay attention to him by watching a gardener who was pushing a lawn mower across the park. All of a sudden the man next to me asked me in Spanish if I liked football while pointing at a Liverpool sticker on my bag. I said that I did and we started talking about football and our favorite teams and he told me he had supported F.C. Barcelona his whole life. After we had talked for a while he invited me to go to a café with him and we spent the entire day together. At the end of the night he dropped me off at my hotel and we ended up sharing a very passionate kiss.
The next day as I was walking around the city with my friend I saw a billboard featuring players for F.C. Barcelona and right there in the middle was my mystery guy, Victor Valdes.
MG- Minty, his parent’s house and a thermometer.
‘So tell me again what I do with it’ the Ramos asked staring at the object in his hand as if it might jump up and bite him at any moment.
‘You put it in your mouth sweetie and it tells me whether or not you have a fever’ I answered patiently, smiling at his endearing ignorance.
‘Oh ok!’ he shrugged and popping it in sat down on a nearby bench. Laughing to myself I turned the thermometer the right way round and returned to my other patients. The waiting area was full and not for the first time I questioned my decision to become the Real Madrid squad nurse.
The day flew by in a haze of jock strap chaffings and infected tattoos and I was preparing to leave for the day when there was a knock at the surgery door.
‘Come in’ I called wearily and looked up to see Miguel Torres entering. ‘What can I do for you?’
‘Its my groin’ he answered in a deep voice ‘I think ive pulled something!!’
‘Well’ I replied ‘you really need the physio for that, im only a nurse’
‘I know’ he pleaded ‘but its really painful and Nando told me you’re a bit of an expert on groins, will you at least take a look?’
‘I suppose so’ I sighed ‘slip off your shorts and get onto my bed’
I washed my hands and walked behind the screen to where he was laid, then quickly turned and walked out again.
‘Im sorry Mr Torres’ I said breathlessly ‘when I told you to remove your shorts I assumed you would be wearing something underneath them!!! - could you cover yourself with a towel please?’
Once satisfied he’d done so I returned and began to run my hand gently up his groin feeling for any swelling. When I reached a certain spot I heard him groan,
‘Is that the problem area?’ I asked and he nodded.
‘Yes I can definitely feel it throbbing’ I told him ‘ but I should be able to relieve it a little with my special massage - if you lie still I’ll just get my oils’
Several hours later having dropped Miguel Torres off at his mum and dads house with the recommendation that he return for more treatment on his ‘injury’ the following day I pulled onto the drive and was thrilled to see my hubby’s car there. Entering the house I wandered into the lounge calling his name but it was empty. I was just about to head upstairs when I felt his unmistakably long fingers on my shoulders and I reached up to stroke his wrinkled brow as he pulled me into his embrace.
Many hours later I awoke with a jolt! ‘Oh my God!’ I shouted, ‘Ive left the Ramos sitting in the surgery since this morning with a thermometer in his mouth!!! I’ll have to go and attend to him’
‘Later’ a husky Swiss voice whispered in my ear, ‘I need the attentions of Nurse Senderos for a little while longer yet!!’
Lucy - Cesc, Disneyland, toothpaste
I arrived with all my SBA girls ready for an uber fun day at one of the greatest places ever - Disneyland Paris. I had about €200 to spend on as much tack as possible and couldn't wait to get started. We hit all the gift shops and I bought anything that may have a vague use back home, from Buzz's Banana Body Butter to Minnie Mouse's strawberry toothpaste. All in all it was an eventful day; we had to physically remove Freya from Sleeping Beauty's castle after she dressed up and started twirling around to 'Once Upon A Dream', MG pulled Aladdin's trousers down and got us ejected from the Magic Lamp, Pavi and RG made us queue for two hours just to ride Space Mountain, whilst Laura, Steph, MXA and Gina chatted up hotties who didn't speak English by gesturing to them with mini sponge cakes. Everything was going ridiculously well for the SBAers on Tour!
As evening drew nearer, we heard about a restaurant in the Village that had Disney characters available for photo ops, so we made our way over there. It was extremely busy, so Venice batted her eyelids and flirted her way through for us. Hurrah! I could see Winnie The Pooh, Mickey, and Remy the rat from Ratatouille! I was as hyper as a drunk Pepe! Everyone else rolled their eyes and started to order food whilst I ran and hugged Donald Duck, doing my ace impression of him. Eventually I joined the others at our table and tried to calm down.
A few minutes later, I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I spun round and came face to face with Pluto! He nudged me with his big nose like a real dog. Aw Pluto! I stood up and posed with him in front of one of those photo boards whilst Laura took a picture. You can imagine my shock when, just after the flash went off, Pluto grabbed my arse! What's this? A cheeky Disney employee? I frowned at him and made to go back to my table but then he pulled at my shoulder. I quickly put my own arm out to stop him and accidentally knocked off the paw of his costume. Some of his forearm was exposed and it was seductively hairy. My heart started racing again and I tried to look through the gap to see who was really inside but it was too dark. Then he whispered something that sounded erotic... in Spanish... and I was suddenly all ears. He took me by the hand and led me through the kitchen. The kitchen staff saw us and started shouting threateningly to get out, so we ran and in his haste, my mystery man brushed his exposed hand on a hot counter. Ouch! He was cursing in Spanish but continued to rush me round the back of the restaurant where it was surprisingly secluded. It was getting dark pretty quickly, but there was enough light left for me to recognise the sexy Cesc Fabregas as I pulled off Pluto's head. Without saying anything, I gently took his hand and inspected the burn, which was mild really. I found my Minnie Mouse toothpaste and rubbed a little on his wrist to try and cool it down. Rubbing the hairy hand region was simply too much for me (and him) and before I could think to ask why he's working at Disneyland, that hot little Spaniard and I were doing unspeakables up against the wall. The Pluto costume was a bit of a bugger to remove, but we managed... did you know they only wear pants underneath those things? :D
Ali- The Ramos, Train, Tennis Racket
I am enjoying a delicious meal of fish tacos and cold San Miguel at a cafe in Sevilla when I look towards the window to see a strong, tan young man in a white suit and designer sunglasses who seems to be staring in at me. He begans to gesture wildly, pointing his fingers and mouthing "pow! pow!" Shocked and confused I look around quickly. Is he saying someone has a gun and is about to shoot? But no, everyone else is calmly enjoying their afternoon meal.
I look back and he has removed his sunglasses and is now winking. What is going on? Intrigued, I watch as he begans to flex his muscles. Perhaps this is some strange Andalusian mating ritual that I am unaware of. I quickly gather my things and head outside as I am in a bit of a drought and this is not an opportunity I can afford to pass up.
Just as I approach, however, he swings his head about hitting me in the face with his long, silky tresses, and begins to walk away. As I get a whiff of a smell I can describe only as eau de sex, I know I must follow. He walks so quickly and manly that I must run to keep up, and soon we are entering a train station.
I lose him for a second and when I find him he is again doing the gun hand signals, but now towards another young man wearing a sweatband, tank top, and carrying a tennis racket. Two on One I think? i've only done that once before but it went quite well from what I can recall. I run towards them in glee, but as I am preparing to launch myself into their arms the man with the tennis racket looks at me and while grunting loudly swings the racket into my face.
As I fall into oblivion I feel a strong arm catch me and swing me over his shoulder. I wake up on a fast moving train and stare straight up at a sensuous pair of lips. "They call me El Ramos," the lips say. I look up higher and meet the eyes of the man I had been following. "I have to apologize for my friend Rafa. He is young and beautiful as well but does not yet know the ways of women. The men of the Ramos family, however, come into the world with this knowledge and we practice often to perfect our techniques."
As my eye is swelling and I am a bit pale from that brutal tennis racket
blow I am surprised he is interested in me, but he says "You are a woman, are you not? That is all that matters to me."
He takes me up to his penthouse suite decorated with shag carpet, leather furniture, and black/white photos of himself in various poses and turns on some flamenco music. As the sun begins to set we began to "flamenco" over and over and over and then one more time.
