prologue.

-

october two thousand & seven.

-

The players of Bayern Munich gathered around when their club president called them over. By his side were a man and a woman accompanied by a little girl who the players guessed was her daughter. They had heard rumors over the last few days that they would soon be meeting their new team manager. They didn't know who he was, except for the fact that he had been living in Spain with his family until he got the call from Bayern. "This is Ernesto Gallegos." Although many of them had already recognized the man. He had been with the best teams in Europe when he was a footballer, including Bayern Munich. He was a club legend. "He will be the team's new manager, and his wife Gabriella will be working with us as well, as a physical therapist on our medical team. They are here with their daughter Dolores."

"It is a pleasure to be able to work with a team from which I hold many dear memories." Ernesto smiled at the group of footballers. "I only hope my time here will see me with more great achievements that we can celebrate together as a team. Now, I would like to introduce my wife Gabriella."

"Hallo," Gabriella waved shyly.

"She's very self-conscious about speaking German." Ernesto smiled lovingly at his wife. "I keep telling her she's very good at it, and she'll have to speak it sooner or later." Finally gesturing to the little girl, he added, "And this is our beautiful daughter Lolita. I thank God every morning that Lolita was born with her mother's good looks." He joked, earning chuckles from the players. "Okay, lets get started." He brought his hands together, intertwining his fingers.

Gabriella stepped forward, a clipboard already in hand. She took a look on the names on her list, players who needed therapy and were recovering from injuries. "Thomas Müller." She called. Thomas, who at eighteen years old had very recently joined the senior squad, had been cracking jokes with Bastian and Philipp when he heard his name. He looked up to instantly become captivated by a pair of green eyes that contrasted beautifully with the ebony black of her hair and the fair porcelain of her face.

"Ja?" Yes? He smiled at her.

"Come with me." She gestured toward the building where he would have his therapy sessions.

He followed behind the beautiful woman with a grin plastered on his face. He knew she was happily married, with a daughter, and a husband who was the team's new manager, but he thought it couldn't hurt to watch her. She was the team's therapist after all, and he would have to spend time with her as long as he were injured.

Suddenly, the young footballer thought, having to attent therapy wouldn't be so bad.

-

i would just like to first point out that there is no such legendary player with the name ernesto gallegos. i made him up for the purpose of this story. just thought i would mention that so that there are no confusions. anyway, here is the prologue for the story. i hope you all enjoy it. thank you for supporting me! ich liebe dich, mein lieblings!

-clary xx