Bernd Leno
'Luka Modric and Neymar Jr. had been seeing wandering together. Fans are convinced they are more than just a friend, as their chemistry is undeniable.'
'Rumors are swirling that Neymar and Modric are secretly dating.'
'Paparazzi photos of famous footballer Neymar Jr. and Luka Modric have sparked rumors of an off-field romance turning into real life one.
I closed the laptop. Recently, hating those highlighted news with tagging- Football. One side is spoiling with my sore knee and other side is spoiling my vacation. I hate to become a footballer. My dad was right choosing business as my profession. I was dumb.
I do not know why fans were re-tweeting it. All those have become old news. They are sharing it with lots of disgusting comments and reaction. I hate fans more than anything else in the world. Why can't they leave them alone? Don't they have any privacy?
"What are you doing man?" Felix asked me when he heard the banged sound of the laptop. I laid down on my bed. "Nothing. Some disgusting news floated all over my feed. I hate it." "About Neymar and Messi?" He asked further. "NO. It's about Neymar and Modric." "Wasn't it just a rumor?" He asked me curiously. I turned my face to him. His smile gone after seeing my outrage and sicken reaction. "From when do you start thinking that I save their information?" I asked furiously. "Oh man! The twitter, Instagram are jammed with the news of Messi and Neymar's wedding. And you, come on. When I searched the hashtags of wedding for you, I saw all those. I kept scrolling for confirmation. At least, it is the end of the triangle love. Poor Modric." "Can you shut the fuck up for God's sake? And wait here's a point, what the hell were you searching for me? Wedding? What did you mean-" "Why are guys are shouting? Cut if off. I'm not in a mood to kick your asses. Cut it for me." Drazen straightly came to my room and threw himself on my bed. I don't even know when they come in my house. My mom and dad are still there, downstairs. I hate being in the house. "And what's wrong with YOU?" I asked him with a cold voice. I had no idea of their visiting. My temper was increasing faster at that moment. Cause I needed some space. Those news, those two, my knee, my world cup, everything was killing me.
"You, Leno, don't speak. At least, you. You don't know how it feels the most important person from your country is getting excessive bullying. All over the social media is filled with the violence from Messi's fans. They are even threating. If I was you I would help him-" "Dude, enough. Are you even in sense? You can't do anything with it. If you reply one of their comments you know they will directly report you or more possibly they can target YOU next." Felix tried to cool Drazen down. I was rotating my eyes over them. Why are they wasting their time behind it?
I noticed Drazen is hurt somehow. I know he is a huge football fan and support his country Croatia blindly. He is also the biggest fan of Luka Modric. Of course, he is the mid-fielder and the captain. Most of the people from his country loves him. A year ago, he asked me for an autograph from him. It was the opening ceremony of the Euro cup,
I was feeling uncomfortable while searching Luka Modric in the big crowd. Thinking, if I don't bring the signed football and a message, Drazen will tell my dad that I was the one who broke his car's window. He somewhat found an excuse to blackmail me. He knew how much I hate Modric and never dared to ask me for his autograph. In the end, he got the luck.
I was rotating my eyes all around. I noticed Ozil saw me. That's why, I hate being in the place where seniors are wandering around. I faked a smile and took a glass of wine and cheered in the air for him. When he moved aside and kept talking with the other players, I placed the glass down on the same place. Not a wine lover. I was searching for champagne. When I found the pub side, I rushed over there. I took a glass and was about to open the bottle of the champagne. Instantly, my eyes flew over the person who was sitting right after me. His suit was glittering by the dim light.
"Luka Modric." Found him!