Kevin De Bruyne woke up in his own bedroom that morning.
His girlfriend of more than half a year, Michel, was still sleeping soundly beside him, but he was no longer sleepy at all.
The night before, he had traveled with the team for an away match against Eibar and had not returned home until after midnight. He had gone to sleep even later, yet after only a few hours of sleep, he was now wide awake, his mind filled with all kinds of thoughts.
Away from home, he had just scored a goal. Although it had only been a penalty—and one Yang Yang had given him—it was still enough to leave him excited and thrilled. It made him feel that his future at Real Madrid was finally beginning to brighten.
By late November, Madrid's weather had begun to turn cold, but Germany might already have been seeing snow.
The same was true of Britain, where it rained year-round.
At that thought, De Bruyne could not help shifting his gaze to his girlfriend, Michel, and then to her heavily swollen belly. A tender smile slowly spread across his lips.
They were about to welcome their child!
His relationship with Michel had begun very suddenly, but the two of them had hit it off extremely well. Michel was exactly the kind of girl De Bruyne had fallen for at first sight. At the time, he had just been betrayed by his former girlfriend and was at the lowest point of his life. Then he happened to come across one of her messages on social media. A friend encouraged him to reply, and after going back and forth, the two of them began chatting.
Perhaps it had all been arranged by God.
Lying in bed, De Bruyne thought about many things, from