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[XMAS 2009] So close, yet so far (ary_true)

Titolo: So close, yet so far
Autore: sukichann  
Beta: lamechante , a cui adoro tantissimo <3
Fandom: RPF - Football (FC Barcelona / Inter Milan)
Characters: Samuel Eto'o, Bojan Krkic + mention of Pep Guardiola
Rating: PG
Warning: mh ... angst? Nothing important, I think ...
Word count: 445 words
Notes: here is the Christmas present of ary_true \u0026lt;3 I hope you like it, love! I had to write something about these two beautiful moment after that, and here it is! :**** This is my second fic in Italian, and this would not have been possible without the help and patience lamechante , so thanks a lot \u0026lt;33333
The title song is by Hoobastank, So close, so far , there is the brush \u0026lt;3

I Miss Being at home I miss your face

Do not think I can wait ...
So close, so far , Hoobastank.

And he was so close.

The physical distance between them was quite short, almost non-existent. They embraced, and Samuel leaned his right arm on the back of Bojan, and yet it seemed as if their horns become one. However, now there were many barriers to be overcome among them Samuel cursed every step he took ...

"Maldita sea " *. Samuel cursed the nine years that separated them, cursed his particular pride and fear to lose that image of himself, strong and invulnerable, that caused him to tilt his head and steal that kiss, that he could not do do. For the first time, also decided to curse the Nerazzurri colors and shield he was sentenced to compete against the "child" Lignola.

"I missed you so much, Samu ..."

"You, too, to me, enano *. Me too ... " Samuel had a shy smile. "You look taller, faster, stronger. I see you still better than you were before. "

Samuel Pep finally understood when she spoke of feeling issues. Obviously there was no feeling between him and his former coach, compared with what he had with Bojan. He cursed even that innocent smile of his former partner. It was sweet, friendly, able to make him mad. It grabbed him, living every second, at most, as if it were your last. He was really afraid of being separated from him.

... The dressing room is not the same without you. Are we missing something , you know, "said Bojan with that sad face. "I've learned everything from you ..."

"Do not be stupid, go '. Pequeño , you're right, and triumph. " The Cameroonian places a hand on the head of Bojan and shakes his hair. "You have talent, and if by any chance know how to exploit it, or there is no feeling even laughed with you ..."," ... then you have at your house in Milan and a black man who will take care volentierissimi you. "

Bojan laughed comment on Samui, and he was immediately infected by her laughter. The spotlight on all of them, Bojan and Samuel and advancing close one another, as if the tension of the game had gone on. Samuel knew that it would be crazy to kiss him in front of cameras all over Europe and made the impossible to make disappear the impulse.

As he walked, Samuel felt like it was not that warm breeze that prevailed even in Barcelona in November, the multitude of people every day to the Ramblas, the songs and the affection of the fans asses , Pep's speeches before matches, His love for Barca shirt.

But more than any other he had not , who now felt close, yet far away.

* Maldita sea : damn, damn. **
enano : nano, molto piccolo.