Frequency Indian Channel

Fic: Nostalgia

Author: Xenia90
Title: Nostalgia
prelettrice or Beta: New Light

Football Fandom RPF Characters: Davide Santon,
Rating: For everyone.
Disclaimer: I do not know any real people described what I have written does not correspond to reality and not I gain nothing.
Note: I had a lot of hesitation and hesitation to come out of my role as a passive reader to post this story .... if you can call it. In fact to say it all the credit for the fact that this story see the light and does not get lost in some remote corner of my pc goes to New Light, which spurred me to write it and post it. I wrote what I mainly felt at the news of the loan Santon, and I know it's been almost a month but it took me a long time to write, so forgive the delay. Finished reading, you can also submerge to rotting vegetables.

The time of day he hates most is the awakening, more precisely hates those few seconds during which the brain begins to become aware of the world around him and the precise moment when he opens his eyes, and hates him because in that short amount of time his mind still perceives reality as he would like to see, as she dreamed all night, and so when he opens his eyes seeing the shot that gets the bare walls of his room at Cesena instead of the heat of his room in Milan is even harder. And so every morning. Two weeks have passed since he chose, or rather he was persuaded to choose to go to Cesena, yet every time David opens his eyes that feels the same emptiness in my stomach the first day, and this morning is no exception. When the alarm sounds stronger greenhouse David eyelids, that is a bad morning, when the greenhouse's nostalgia in my heart a painful bite, he knows how to play the day and did not want to deal with it. If you could cowered under the covers prevents the real world to join him and continue to imagine that you are still in Milan, during his rookie season, with Mario and Zlatan as companions and with Mourinho to train him. But he can not do it, because David is not so, David never gives up, and can not do it this time either. So with a tired sigh, pulled back the blanket and gets up, prepared to face a day that will certainly not be worse than many others who have lived since in Cesena, surely you will not even better, since it is also the day workouts. He opens the window and enter the room the air of Cesena, so different from the crisp, foggy Milan, and is almost painful to breathe, as if his body refuses something that looked like a stranger, he was always so in morning nostalgic like that. When is in front wearing the suit to go to training hesitates for a second, but then you decide to wear, the fabric hostile slips on her skin, everything bothers him that morning, the almost hear the crest of Cesena, sewn into the fabric at heart, puncturing the skin. Picks up the bag and gets in his car. While still traveling the roads that lead him outside the sports center where he trains his new team, can not help but remember. Remember that his only desire was to stay in Milan and have his chance with Inter, because he loved that team, Pinetina loved, loved the fans, and was loved San Sirio in Milan that he wanted to return to shine as in his debut season. During the January market rumors had circulated that many wanted him away from Milan, some teams had really made some offers for him, but he always refused, because he wanted to stay at Inter, and he was sure that I've made now. Leonardo, as the president, is deep in allegations of esteem and confidence in it, in its capacity, the ability to return to play like he could do. But then the thirty-first of January, at the last minute he had been summoned by the leadership of his team. Moratti had spoken with Leonardo and Branca and had convinced that going to Cesena would be a great opportunity to return to play as he could. He had submitted that exchange as his chance to show what he could. And he was persuaded. He tried in every way to see the loan at Cesena as his chance to keep fit on a team that did not suffer all the pressures of Inter, a team just arrived in Serie A, a team whose goal was not to recover the points Milan and get to the championship and win the Champion again and have a season like the previous one, a team with lower expectations. But the truth was that he felt betrayed because the team that loved her confidence and was giving another player, and David did not care how good he was or if Nagatomo, and not to him. And he felt he deserve that trust, he felt that he should have been playing during the match suspension for Cristian, he should have been in Milan and Nagatomo. He kept repeating that he should not feel that way, which had been sent to Cesena to allow him to really get into shape, but he lived it as an exile, a betrayal, because even as we were putting things, probably to Cesena was waiting for him only the bench. Lost in his thoughts had now arrived at the door of the locker room. He knew what he would have found that opening door. Would not see Mark, Dejan and Christians who were running joke, maybe even half undressed, to the locker room, would not have met the Captain's reassuring smile and sparkling eyes even while Wesley approached to try to implicate him in a joke that he wanted organize to wrest a smile to the captain, reliable, always so serious. He instead met with the polite smiles of his new teammates, trying to make him feel at home since he arrived, he saw the slight worry of Luis, with whom he had also played for Inter, who seemed to be the only one understand how he felt. Before opening the door closed eyes for a second. He had to stop feeling like this and start fighting for a starting spot in the team felt that alien. He had to prove that he was still able to play good football, that the accident had not ruined his career, he had to just forget the fear of getting hurt again and start playing like he knew. And he had to hold on until June. He had to prove that they are worthy of Inter. He opened his eyes and went into the locker room, greeting new friends with a smile not entirely sincere. As he closed the door behind him one last dark thought crossed his mind, taking away the hope that shortly before he invaded. He must overcome his fear of June 1, before returning to Inter as they had promised. They had also promised that they would let him stay, that would not have sent him away in January, but now he was in Cesena, to wear a shirt that was not his. So the question was: would really come to wear his jersey nerazzura? It was with this slight feeling of unease that David was prepared to begin training that day.