darrus (darrus) wrote,

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Coach OTP fic - Perhaps Love


: darrus
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew
Rating: PG 
Language: English
Warning: RPS

Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy

Summary: it's just another day.

Author's notes, previous chapters and music here

Timeline for the series is here 

Another Day


Waking up. Morning. Already.

He would have liked to sleep more, but the phone is ringing. So - cold shower to wash t e remains of the sleep away, quick look at the mirror - definitely not lingering there, and off into the new day.


Morning is bright and sunny, and yesterday there was rain. The birds are chirrupping onto the tree branches, undisturbed. The wind brushes his hair.

Nobody but Hansi alongside him, and Hansi prefers to keep silent during the morning run.


Loud voices in the hall. Breakfast is almost over. Laughter.

Double espresso to properly start the day, and off to the training they go.


The bus is crawling along the streets. Boys at the backseats are playing cards. He would have joined, but another lecture from Olli about keeping distance is so unnecessary...

Andy reaches into his pocket and pulls out his own pack of cards. And hides it again because they've reached the field already.


Hansi pushes a plastic cup of coffee into his hand. Machine stuff - powder milk, too much sugar, too little coffee. Makes a head ache, not so useful for waking up.

Journalists gathered around the pitch are chatting. Cameras flash from higher rows, where fans are sitting. There are German flags all around.

Posing for photos, answering questions, waiting for Michael, Schweini and Poldi (who else) - and off to the hotel.


Lunch is served twenty minutes late. Everyone is hungry. Olli fights with his salad as if it was Croatian.

And out to the press-conference. Rest time for others. In most cases it means "computer games" time. What happened with table tennis tournament?

Ah, luckily nothing. The merry clicks of a ball bouncing off the table and loud laughter turning into swearing.

Coffee and cigarette, and off to the business.


'Council chamber' - nicknamed so by Olli (Hansi momentarily appointed Andy as Mace Windu and found twenty similarities between names 'Jogi' and 'Yoda'). Dots on magnetic board, on the screen plays the recording of Poland match.

Hansi is shuffling around, trying to find papers. His laptop is lying forgotten on the far edge of the table.

Football is like playing chess, but harder - in chess figures are at least obeying. Most of the time. Probably.

And off to the gym.


Rene is moaning about the intensive workout - was moaning before Torsten cut him off. American guys are pretending to not know German.

And weightlifting is not the favorite pastime of his. Which doesn't mean that he can't set an example to his players.

And off to the field.

But before this - another cup of espresso, with cookies this time.


So, off to the field.

Two more hours of training. Playing squares. All under the scrutiny of TV-cams. Players don’t even pay attention anymore.

Andy is busy with his goalkeepers.

Hansi is yelling.


Big plate of pasta. Mineral water. Simple food, but tastes great – as always.

Game is on TV.

He doesn’t watch. It’s enough that scouts are in the stadium, observing their possible rivals. All he can think of now is tomorrow’s possible formation.

Looks like everyone else at their table is busy with the same thoughts.


Computer screen blinks merrily at him.

‘Met with Ruud today, he’s…’ He almost hears Jürgen’s voice.

Last time they’ve talked was three days ago. Now letters are the only way of communication.

‘I love you’.

“Love you too”, he whispers.

It was a usual day, and there’s not much to write about. Usual day, usual trainings, usual bantering between members of the team…

He starts his letter with ‘I love you’.


It rains outside. Standing on the balcony, he looks into the darkened sky.

Olli leans onto the rails.

“How do you like it so far?”

”Everything. The tournament, the conditions…”

He smirks and starts whistling the song – Jürgen sent it to him for Christmas…

“Sorry?” Olli looks puzzled.

He shakes his head and smiles, repeating the first line of the text out loud.

“All is well”.


All is well, but could be better. If only…

Books are piled onto the bedside table. He looks at them briefly. Then shakes his head.

Too tired.

He turns off the light.





Tags: coach otp, fanfiction, football, klinsmann, loew, matthaeus, perhaps love, slash, soccer
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