disclaimer: I no own Naruto, kaykay?
or the movie "Bend It Like Beckham". the title just fits, man, it just fits.
yeah, enjoy.

Prologue: Christiano Ronaldo

"What do you mean I can't try out?"

Sasuke Uchiha did nothing to stop the glare he sent to the girl in front of him, "Exactly that, Haruno. Now go before you get hit with the soccer ball in the face. I don't want to deal with a crying girl on the field. Annoying."

Said female, Sakura Haruno, fumed as she tightened her grip on her lime green puma soccer bag before she slammed it roughly on the grass. She was in the middle of the field and she couldn't help but glare daggers at the back of last year's soccer captain, Sasuke Uchiha, as he walked away from her. How dare he claim she couldn't try out for the team? Just because she was the only girl here, the only girl brave enough to show her face at tryouts to the so called soccer sexist?

Oh, she's heard the rumors float around school of Sasuke scaring off the girls that dared to step foot on the grass during this time. And she had the chance to see it first-hand; she clearly remembered the crest fallen (and frightened) looks of numerous girls who came back from the field and into the girls' locker room.

One of them included a good friend of hers, whom she was waiting for. She didn't like that shit.

Then again, she couldn't blame him for the actual reason (again, another rumor. although this one seemed a lot more believable) for his negativity of females on the team.

Rabid fan girls. Obviously, most of the girls who were there were only intent on being close to the onyx-eyed soccer player, especially at the chance to see him shirtless. Hey, shirts versus skins practice had its perks. But that's not the point.

No matter how attractive Sasuke was with his all angle face, tousled hair, and lean body, she was not going to be denied access to try out for Konoha High's soccer team.

"Hey, Uchiha," she called out, just as Sasuke sat down on the bench to slip on his worn-out cleats, "Just because there hasn't been a female on the co-ed soccer team since our principal, Tsunade, doesn't mean there can't be one now!" As she finished her sentence a ball, passed off aim by one of the tryout participants sauntered in her direction. The raven-haired teen stood up with intent on getting the ball and scolding the guy on such a horrible pass. Before Sasuke could get to it Sakura ran up to it first and with one swift and powerful kick she sent it flying across the field and into the back of the net.

Goal.

"I have every right to be here, thank you very much," said the pinkette, crossing her arms. She wasn't going down without a fight - at least not literally unless she had to, but why would she want to mar his pretty little face?

"Wow," whistled someone from behind her. The green-eyed girl turned around to find none other than the soccer coach himself, Kakashi Hatake, also known as her psychology teacher. He was sporting black shorts, a white shirt, and plain white Adidas sneakers but she had to admit - mentally, of course - that he looked pretty damn attractive. Especially with the fact that ohmygawsh he's not wearing his mask. Why he wore it in the first place Sakura had no clue because his mouth was perfect. Such a beautiful face overall, really. She didn't question it though.

The coach casually walked up to Sakura in all his godly glory, "You have potential there…?"

"Haruno. Sakura Haruno," she smiled stuck out her hand and he gave it a firm shake, also giving her a smile to die for; she swears he was such a good looking man.

"Ah, you are a student of mine in psychology class, eh?"

"Yes, coach."

"Hm, I never seem to remember names seeing as how my mind usually ends up stuck on the path of life," Kakashi pointed his index finger towards the net, "That was a beautiful shot. Upper ninety, no spin on the ball, and with practically bare feet." They both looked down at Sakura's white sandal clad feet.

Oh, she was joyous over the fact that a superior acknowledged her skills in front of Sasuke. That'll show him.

From the sideline, the Uchiha teen gave a smirk. We'll see how pinky fairs with a group of guys all by herself.

"I'll prove myself to you, Uchiha," said Sakura as she plopped herself on the grass next to is standing form to take her cleats from her bag to put them on, "I'm just as good, or even better, as any guy out here. I'm like fucking Christiano Ronaldo."

Sasuke looked over at her after staring at his old cleats, worn and dirty from previous years of use. His new cleats were already broken in and waiting in his room for their first game. "Tell me that again when you actually get to that level, Haruno. Maybe then I'll give you some kind of recognition."

Sakura finally tied her shoelaces and stands, now furious at his statement. Her blood was pumping and she was ready to show him - and the rest of the guys - just how spectacular she really was at soccer.

"But hey."

The pinkette looked up at his voice. "I guess you're not too bad. You're still here after all I've said to you."

She smiled. Oh yeah, she definitely wasn't backing out of this. She didn't buy new cleats - with her own saved up money - from Eurosport yesterday for nothing.

Well hey there, a Naruto soccer fan fiction?
I like soccer (: and Christiano Ronaldo, yeah?
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