Summary - It's about the day Lisandro caught feelings for Antony as the two of them first met back when they both played for AFC Ajax 

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Lisandro heard about the new guy like everyone else did, through coach.

"Okay everyone, let's welcome Antony to our club. Compared to sunny Saõ Paolo, Amsterdam will be an adjustment for him, so everyone make sure that he feels completely at home."

He smiled and nodded shyly as coach had us stand around him and applaud. Once practice started he quickly glued himself to the other Brazilian in our team, Neres, and the two of them became inseprable from that the day forward.

Lisandro didn't think much of the new kid upon his first arrival to the Ajax team. He was scrawny but fast. He was indeed skillful with the ball, but right away Lisandro could tell that he was one of those Brazilians who loved to dribble, perhaps too much for his own good, but then again which Brazilian didn't love to dribble?

"I'm twenty years old, how old are you?" Those had been Antony's first words spoken to Lisandro. Way to break the ice, he had thought. Perhaps Antony had wanted to see how much of his Portuguese Lisandro would understand.

"I'm twenty two." He had answered, but made sure to get on with practice as he didn't like wasting time. However, following their brief introduction, Antony had been at his heels ever since, as if the two of them were now friends. Sometimes he would ask for advice about the game and other times it would be private things, like where to get the best Brazilian food or which club the party would be at? And again, Lisandro didn't mind helping another teammate out who was settling into the club, God knows he had done so with Neres. Antony, however, was different somehow. He was more timid but still curious to learn things. Lisandro couldn't make sense of how those two traits worked alongside each other. It was obvious how Antony's passion for the game, forced him to overcome some of his timidness. Perhaps that's what drew Lisandro in, the fact the two of them seemed to share the same amount of passion for the game. But there would come a day where more than just the passion for the game drew Lisandro towards Antony.

It was during one of their training sessions, where all the players and coaches went on a bike ride along the green hills that surrounded the area. I guess Antony and Neres had been goofying around on their bicycles whilst the other players had gotten ahead. One of the assistant coaches noticed that the two of them were missing and sent for Lisandro to go fetch them. He cursed the club for making him act as a babysitter just because he understood Portuguese. He had vowed to give the two of them a tounge lashing, but hesitated once he arrived to see two bikes laying in the middle of the road and Neres sitting croached down in front of Antony who was holding onto his foot and squinting his eyes in pain.

"What happened?" Lisandro said, rushing to the scene, tossing his own bike and helmet to the side.

"I think it's his foot." Neres said.

"Go and get coach and I'll see if I can wrap it up before it gets swollen."

Neres nodded and got on his bike, disappearing down the road.

"Move your hand so I can see." Lisandro said to Antony, who was still holding onto his hurting foot.

"That's twisted alright." He said at the sight of Antony's ankle. The skin was red and he could tell that swelling was coming on.

"I'm going to wrap it up with my shirt, okay." It was the only way Lisandro could think of since he didn't carry a bandage with him. Antony didn't seem to mind. By the looks of it, all he wanted was for the pain to end so Lisandro stripped himself of his shirt. It was in the middle of the summer so it wasn't cold. Antony let go of his foot to let Lisandro wrap it but as soon as Lisandro came anywhere near the foot he started squirming in pain.

"Don't be silly, I'm almost done." Lisandro's words of comfort wasn't for the faint-hearted, however it did make Antony stop squirming in pain. Instead he bit down on his bottom lip and let himself fall back on his elbows whilst Lisandro finnished wrapping his foot.

"Thanks brother." Antony sighed in relief once it was over.

"I'm not your brother." Lisandro snorted. A bit silly of him he'll admit. However if Antony hadn't been goofying around with Neres this wouldn't have happened.

"Sorry " Antony mumbled.

"Hey, you okay?" Lisandro had sat down beside him but quickly leaned in to let Antony support himself as his face was getting paler and his breathing a bit unstable.

"I'm just a bit tired." He said, slurring on his words.

"Hey, hey, hey. Come on, stay with me." He said shrugging Antony's shoulders a little. "If you hit your head it's better to stay awake than to go to sleep."

Antony chuckled weakly. "How come you know everything Licha?"

"I..." something tightened within Lisandro's chest as Antony said this, said his name with such careful and admiration. Licha, was people's usual nickname for him, but moving from Argentina to Ajax he seldom heard it as much.

"Just don't fall asleep while we wait for the others to return." He had mumbled.

"Okay."

They sat by the side of the road. Antony with his head resting against Lisandro's shoulder. He had even gone to hook his arm in the crook of Lisandro's, perhaps as not to tilt over. Lisandro didn't mind, however the intense beating in his heart became somewhat distracting. Despite being outside in the wild, he found the air getting tight in his lungs, forcing him to let out a cough or two just to clear his throat.

"You're getting sick."

Lisandro turned his head to see Antony reaching for the t-shirt tied around his ankle.

"Don't be silly, I'm fine." Once Lisandro realized what Antony was doing, he putt an end to it by resting his hand on top of his. To his surprise Antony turned over his palm, intertwining their fingers. And then they just continued sitting like that, overlooking the green hilled landscape, with Antony's head resting against Lisandro's shoulder and their hands clasped together on top of Antony's hurt ankle.

Later, they never spoke about that moment again. Or let's just say that Lisandro was thankful that Antony never brought it up again. But it had been a moment, Lisandro was brave enough to admit this. The simple touch of Antony's hand had resulted in a terrifying fear within him, something that made Lisandro want to stay away from him forever. However, a part of him understood that it would be impossible, that from that day moving forwards, he was changed, perhaps not for the better, but he was simply changed. All because of some stupid Brazilian who loved to dribble too much for his own good.