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Title: Blue eyes are love
Pairing: Sir Alex Ferguson/Carlos Queiroz, Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney mentioned
Raiting: Have no idea
Disclaimer: Don't believe in everything you read on the net. There are some crazy people out there.
Author's note: Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistake, I don't entirely dominate English. And this is my first fic, so be too harsh on me, ok??
Blue eyes are love
He thought he’d never know what true love was. He was wrong, because he knows now.
He was somewhat conformist about that fact; he just had this idea that we can’t have everything in life. After all, he was Sir Alex Ferguson, loved by his family, respected by journalists, admired by Manchester United’s supporters and players. He was Sir Alex Ferguson, the man who achieved all the glories a heart can desire. All but one.
And suddenly, he found himself in love. Surely, he had his wife, for whom he sustained a real affection. Nonetheless, the new feeling wasn’t affection, it was love. That kind of love that the 66 year old man never thought could be possible, but there it was. Every time he saw Carlo’s smile, the oxygen in the room seemed to be gone and Alex felt like a teenager once again.
He remembered their conversation after United faced West Ham.
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Alex Ferguson just couldn’t believe that.
“Bloody hell!” he yelled after kicking a trash can in the empty dressing room. Losing three in that pathetic way was absolutely unacceptable. They were now in second and Arsenal’s team was all laughing at the Red Devils.
“Hey, will you just calm down?’ - He heard a familiar voice and turned to see his lover’s face.
“And why the hell should I do that?”
“Because you look ridiculous when you act like a gangster”
“If I was a gangster, I’d probably have killed you after calling me ridiculous”, he just didn’t feel in the mood for Carlos’ jokes.
“Seriously Alex, you cannot get so angry with that. Stumbles happen, that is just how it is. Do you honestly think that this will cost us the title? Anyway, we’ll make it. Don’t worry, we’ll find a way, ok?” he then hold Alex’s left hand and smiled to him.
The manager just couldn’t find an answer to that. Carlos has never failed to make him feel better. Never.
“Why do you love me?”
“Well, you are Sir Alex Ferguson. That is pretty cool.”
The older man laughed. “I want to know other reasons.”
“I love you because you look adorable chewing gun. I love you because your celebration when one of the boys scores a goal is beautiful to watch. I love you because you are as much passionate about football as me. I love you because I’ve never felt truly complete before coming to United. I love you because you were the missing piece in my life I was looking for.” And then Carlos kissed the other man. A kiss that Sir Alex Ferguson had waited 66 years to get.
“Plus, Portuguese really love blue eyes.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, just ask Cristiano”
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Alex smiled. Blue-eyed men love Portuguese people.
Pairing: Sir Alex Ferguson/Carlos Queiroz, Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney mentioned
Raiting: Have no idea
Disclaimer: Don't believe in everything you read on the net. There are some crazy people out there.
Author's note: Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistake, I don't entirely dominate English. And this is my first fic, so be too harsh on me, ok??
Blue eyes are love
He thought he’d never know what true love was. He was wrong, because he knows now.
He was somewhat conformist about that fact; he just had this idea that we can’t have everything in life. After all, he was Sir Alex Ferguson, loved by his family, respected by journalists, admired by Manchester United’s supporters and players. He was Sir Alex Ferguson, the man who achieved all the glories a heart can desire. All but one.
And suddenly, he found himself in love. Surely, he had his wife, for whom he sustained a real affection. Nonetheless, the new feeling wasn’t affection, it was love. That kind of love that the 66 year old man never thought could be possible, but there it was. Every time he saw Carlo’s smile, the oxygen in the room seemed to be gone and Alex felt like a teenager once again.
He remembered their conversation after United faced West Ham.
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Alex Ferguson just couldn’t believe that.
“Bloody hell!” he yelled after kicking a trash can in the empty dressing room. Losing three in that pathetic way was absolutely unacceptable. They were now in second and Arsenal’s team was all laughing at the Red Devils.
“Hey, will you just calm down?’ - He heard a familiar voice and turned to see his lover’s face.
“And why the hell should I do that?”
“Because you look ridiculous when you act like a gangster”
“If I was a gangster, I’d probably have killed you after calling me ridiculous”, he just didn’t feel in the mood for Carlos’ jokes.
“Seriously Alex, you cannot get so angry with that. Stumbles happen, that is just how it is. Do you honestly think that this will cost us the title? Anyway, we’ll make it. Don’t worry, we’ll find a way, ok?” he then hold Alex’s left hand and smiled to him.
The manager just couldn’t find an answer to that. Carlos has never failed to make him feel better. Never.
“Why do you love me?”
“Well, you are Sir Alex Ferguson. That is pretty cool.”
The older man laughed. “I want to know other reasons.”
“I love you because you look adorable chewing gun. I love you because your celebration when one of the boys scores a goal is beautiful to watch. I love you because you are as much passionate about football as me. I love you because I’ve never felt truly complete before coming to United. I love you because you were the missing piece in my life I was looking for.” And then Carlos kissed the other man. A kiss that Sir Alex Ferguson had waited 66 years to get.
“Plus, Portuguese really love blue eyes.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, just ask Cristiano”
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Alex smiled. Blue-eyed men love Portuguese people.