#Facundo Pellistri

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Manchester United's Rasmus Højlund celebrates with team-mates after scoring his side's second goal during the UEFA Champions League Group A match between Manchester United and Galatasaray at Old Trafford; Manchester, England; 03.10.2023

📸; ALEX DODD

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I fell in love again

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Facundo Pellistri - Strike Again Chapter 1

To my fellow reds. I know I've been making too much content for the City gals and boys (blame Ruben Dias 😅). Either way, this ends now!

This story is for you my fellow Manchester United stans!!

The summer slowly passes and Pellistri returns to school, but things aren't same as before. He is still grieving the death of his father and struggles to fit in with his peers and football...football is the last thing on his mind during this time.

Enjoy!

Facundo Pellistri woke up to the sound of thunder and rain outside of his bedroom window. He lingered in bed, rubbing his tired eyes. After washing up he joined his mother for breakfast downstairs. She tells him that they have errands to run and arrangements to make ahead of his fathers funeral.

"You have to get your suit from the tailor, and the flowers, don't forget about the flowers."

"I know Mama. I won't forget about them."

"I'm sorry." She sighs. There were gray bags underneath her eyes and she's been wearing a robe for the second week in a row. Only Facundo ran errands. His mother didn't go outside, at least not anymore.

"There is a letter for you." She said, gesturing towards the kitchen counter. "It arrived in the mailbox this morning."

"I'll read it on my way out."

The rain had stopped once he got outside. But clouds still roamed the skies as he rode his bike down the hills with the letter in his hand. It was from the Manchester United Football Youth Camp, providing him with their condolences and informing him that a spot would be reserved for him next summer.

Facundo doubted he'd be able to afford the fees for next summer, his parents struggled with getting money for the fee this year. It didn't matter however, Facundo and his mother agreed that the money for this year's summer camp would be spent on arrangements for his father's funeral, like flowers and whatever a new suit would cost him. He entered the tailor's shop set to purchase their cheapest one, but was surprised how much they all cost.

"It's because we only do custom-made." 

Facundo was quick to let go of the price tag as a girl appeared behind his shoulder.

"Blame my dad for wanting this to be a fancy shop." She chuckled.

Facundo recognized her face from school. Perhaps she was a grade below him because he only recognized her face from the hundreds passing him by in the hallway everyday.

"Facundo, right?"

He raised his brow, surprised that she knew his first name, everyone usually called him by his last. 

"It's Pellistri."

"That's a bit odd, no? Wanting to be called by your last name."

"In football it's not."

"Okay, Mr football, what can I do you for?"

"Do me?" He frowned, not sure that he found her as amusing as she thought she was. The purple suit she wore didn't do her any good either. It was purple and she was on the plus size, which made her look like a fat clown. Who wore a purple suit on a day such as this one? Even clowns stayed inside when it rained. Or hid in the drains like Pennywise. His friends had tricked him into thinking IT would be a scary movie. More than anything the movie was depressing, Pellistri thought.

"It's just an expression." She said and gestured for him to follow her towards the dressing rooms in the back.

He pulled the curtains to the dressing room and prayed that the girl wouldn't be the one to do his measurements, but her father or another male employee.

"If I may ask, what do you need the suit for?" She waited with her hands on her hips as Pillistri stepped out of the dressing room wearing only his boxers. Unfortunately his prayers had not been answered. Perhaps because God believed in him as little as he believed in God.

"It's for a funeral." He said.

"Oh, who died?" She stretched him a white shirt to put on. 

"My dad."

She paused the motion of adjusting his collar, her expression stiffening. Pellistri knew what words were coming next.

"I'm sorry." She said.

Everyone was sorry, he thought. But sorry didn't do anything to mend his pain and suffering.

"When did it happen?"

She was one of them, the ones curious to hear the story of the worst day of his life.

"Just before the summer break." He said, watching her circle him like a shark, measuring the wingspan of his arms and the circumference of his pelvis.

"Fuck, that must of been horrible for you and your family. Was he sick?"

"No, it was an accident."

"A car crash?"

He frowned. How much did she want to know? Most people would have reserved themselves to an awkward silence by now.

"Well, he worked for this truck company that makes deliveries to all these different retail companies around Manchester. This time it was that store that sold kitchen supplies downtown."

"Burgins AC and refrigerators?"

Great. She has heard of them.

"Yes, them."

"What happened?" She asked. Either she was a really good listener or eager to know how his dad got crushed by a 600 kilo steel refrigerator.

"A fridge killed him?" She gasped when he told her.

"Yes. The delivery went wrong and he was crushed to death." The paramedics said he died instantly and that there was no suffering, as if that would make his mother weep less. After the death of his father she underwent a week of howling and weeping in her sorrows. It got so bad that one neighbor threatened to call the police unless Pellsitri could silence his dog. The story of how he had to explain that the howling wasn't a dog but his mother, was one he kept to himself.

"I'm so sorry Facundo. I'll ask my dad if the suit can be on the house."

"Why?" He hadn't noticed her finish his measurements. She must be good at her job. "I have the money to pay for it myself."

"It wouldn't be right to take it." She said, looking at him like most people did after hearing of his tragedies. With pity in her eyes.

Pillistri dug the bills out of his pocket and slapped them against the front desk. "Take the money. I'm tired of people feeling sorry for me."

"I…I didn't mean to…" She looked flabbergasted and a little terrified of him. Either way, she accepted the money and Pillistri was out of the shop before she could apologize any further.

"Did you get the flowers cariño?"

"Yes, Mami. I've got them." 

Like his suit, he got the cheapest kind, the kind you picked for free out of the pits in the park.

"Will you put them in some water?"

"Yes, Mama."

She hadn't moved since he left. She was still seated around the kitchen table, dressed in her robe. Rain slapped against the kitchen window where her gaze was set at the horizon.

"It started raining again, so some of the flowers got bent underneath my jacket." He said.

"That's alright cariño. Just make sure that they get in some water okay?"

"I will Mama."

He watched her rise from her chair, giving him a shy smile before she left the kitchen and continued down the hall. There she disappears into his father's study. Pellistri knew what followed. 

Quiet weeping sounds. 

It was better for her to do it in there, he thought. Then the neighbors wouldn't complain.

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