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Championship - YAY! XD The football fever has broken out, not only with me. ^ ^
I do not want to bore you with long "expert analysis". I will only say that I'm actually very pleased to now. With some results I had expected this or something like that, a few have surprised me and a few I was very very happy. The Swiss

I regret. : (It's just a shame that they have left as host already, and tonight (actually, read it yesterday;)). They were not bad. One, as I found it very exciting game where both teams have not made the way easy. Secure a draw would have been earned but the Turks had just recently that little bit of luck. ^ ^

Now I will still hope that our guys deliver tomorrow as a beautiful, exciting game as they have already done on Sunday. :)

Su and me because the whole football fever seems somehow has a little made funny in the head (I know this is so even normal: D), I am once again put in a story. I hope it will give them a couple of sequels, because I have a lot of ideas about it. ;)

But first time I bring you the first piece. And I would like to know how you found it. :)

Title: Introduction in the ...
Author: mama24
Fandom: Football Slash - German National Team
Series: Hopefully the start of a new series ...
Rating: PG
Pairing: Timo Hildebrand / Philipp Lahm
Language: German
Warning (s): AU
Author's Notes: For pure quicksilver because you have incited me. \u0026lt;333 (and now even the beta job have taken XD)
Disclaimer: All fictional! I know (unfortunately) not that person personally and lend it to me only from my private amusement ...
Summary: In an alternate world, Philip and Timothy not become soccer stars, but students like you and me. Phil is new to the university and still quite uncertain. But yes, it is Timo ...



'Laaaaaaangweilig! " Yawning, Timo is back out a bit more upright and slip on the uncomfortable seat back and forth. It is mid-April, and some Depp has decided that it is a good idea in the lecture room the air conditioner can be made. But - running at full speed and cools the room down to the point that one has the feeling that you were sitting in the fridge.
attracts light shivering Timo his red sweat jacket a little tighter around his shoulders and then take the pencil in the hand to play around with it a bit and lost in thought, his gaze over the rows in front of him to let slide. As always, Timo has chosen a place halfway around the edge. He can just ever so suppress a yawn.

Well, I admit, the night before he had a little too little sleep ... but the nice Rumgemache was really worth. Lars can kiss real good, damn it!

"Look, like you're starting to drool in your sleep yet!" Is, he whispered in his ear at a time. Perplex he turns his head to look at Miriam, with whom he has for study beginning good friends. She looks him with an amused expression on the face, and laughs softly. "Man, what have you been dreaming again, Timo? Was it again yesterday so late? "

a brief moment, Timo tried her stretch the tongue out, but he holds back at the last minute and twisted just pouting eyes, which means that Miriam is now really keep from laughing needs. They poked into the side of Timo cheeky and wants him just a little whisper in your ear, when suddenly clapping her pen from the table and falls into the dark depths of the row disappears before them. Slightly annoyed, Miriam leans forward, but before they said even a sound, is the guy in front of her already bent down and digs under his seat

Interested observed Timo, as under the collar of his fellow student Jean the edge of a snow-white boxer shorts appears. In general this is a very respectable rump takes Timo.

The corresponding face, which now comes back to light sheet, a shy smile. "Please," the little guy and friendly and says quietly enough Miriam her pen.

blue eyes. The first thing that perceives Timo, these crazy blue eyes. Here's a little snub nose, which is framed on either side of a bunch of freckles. And two eyebrows that would do credit to Theo Waigel. The short, light brown hair forward a bit gelled up, what the face of the guy still can contribute a bit younger, almost innocent. But what Timothy is like the best, the friendly little smile that adorns its narrow mouth.

And then it's finally clicking. That face he has been a few times. The entrance examination last month. Timothy was one of the supervisors of the group in which the child was. And he was not bad. Reserved and shy, but ambitious and with a will of iron.

"Hi."

winking Timo appeared again in the here and now, and noticed a tingling sensation in my stomach that this gentle, blue eyes are now on it and scrutinize it shy. Automatically raise the corners of his mouth an equally cautious smile. "Hey. Phil, right? "Satisfaction grins Timo, for he is actually still remember the name of his opponent.

"Mmm, right." Philip nods surprised, but obviously pleased, and then wrinkles her forehead hard. "And you are ... Timo, do you? "

Timo almost have to laugh when he sees Philip's doubtful, in excuse ready look. "Right," he redeemed Philipp from his doubts and smiles reassuringly, so that Philip's forehead smooth again.

"How are you? Already found a new football club? "Asks Timothy and hopes that his voice does not sound so excited, he just feels weird way.

And again go Philipps prominent eyebrows surprised at the amount, obviously about the fact that Timothy recalls their brief conversation at the entrance examinations. Then he shakes his head a little perplexed. "Not yet. but also had no time to do so. "

" Ask once the captain of our team, "Miriam now mixes in with a wide grin.

Both Timothy and Philip, they look on perplexed. "So what do you have?" Philip replied confused. "Ehm, and where can I find him?" He looks questioningly between Miriam and Timo back and forth and his eyes suddenly start to shine quite expectantly.

"You are sitting almost in front of him," explains Miriam Philipp out wide grin and listening with much pride in his voice comes on and Timo friendly elbow in the ribs. "Now is no longer silent as a fish, Timo. ? Have you not yet a place "with an almost expectant gleam in her eyes, she turns to Philip:" What position do you play "

Puzzled flits between Miriam and Timothy Philipps look back and forth?. "Ehm ..." He scratches his neck in embarrassment. "Well, I'm at home last in defense, both on links als auch auf rechts außen gespielt, aber ich bin auch schon ein paar Mal im Mittelfeld eingesetzt worden.“

Ein bisschen überrumpelt fühlt sich Timo jetzt schon, und er kann sich auch nicht so ganz erklären, warum er auf einmal spürt, dass sein Gesicht immer wärmer wird. „Mmh...“, macht er nur zögerlich auf Philipps fragenden Blick hin.

Aber er muss anscheinend gar nichts sagen, denn Miriam quatscht munter weiter. „Super! So ein richtiges Multitalent, was? Na das wär doch mal was für euch, oder, Timo?“ Ihr fragender Blick ruht wieder auf dem Blonden. „Wo doch der Michi eh dauernd mit seinem Knie zu schaffen hat.“

"Okay, all right," admits Philip Timothy and smiles too short. "We .." He is interrupted by an audible cough and look at, right in the face of her teacher who mustered a little disapproval. Timo immediately smiled apologetically and pulls in his head. With Chris, it should not be messed Timo. Although the job as a student assistant brings not peak earnings, Timo can use the money because his parents are not even Croesus personally ...

He knows Chris since the beginning of his studies. They are about the same age, however, has proven to be fast, that Timothy can not keep up with the speed of his friend is. Chris has his Studies carried out in record time and may now already called in the end. Timo is however another three, if not even need to study four semesters.

He is really only ever in the Erstivorlesung because he and Miriam have taken over since the last semester one of the tutors for the accompanying exercises and it is compulsory to get in also in the lectures.

"Let us discuss after class, okay?" Whispered Timothy Philipp, smiles again, then sits down properly and tried to look particularly interested. The design, however, a bit difficult, because the grin that has thrown him Phil before he was good again has turned to the front, Timo's thoughts can be quite confused.

The minute run like chewing gum, even though Chris - Mr. Metzelder for most here in the hall - packed the contents of the lecture as exciting as possible. He marched into his black jeans and pale pink shirt and down and underlines his rambling statements by gestures. The material may not be the most interesting, but it is like Chris by small amusing anecdotes. And yet - after an eternity felt he dismisses them from his clutches and finally in the classroom creates the usual shuffling and busy chatter. Together with Miriam, Timo classified in the chaotic queue on the stairs one.

Just before he reached the door, one hand flat lands with a gentle slap on his butt and Timo twitches a bit frightened. But it is only Miriam, who is now very close behind him and whispered in his ear: "Do something out of it, Great." She breathed a kiss on the cheek. As soon as they stumble out the door, pushes past Timo and disappears with a last wave and a wink of encouragement in the crowd.

Timo amused shakes his head and goes a little further on the window sill in the corridor, so it will not stop all traffic as it waits for Philip. The

also seems pretty fast at the door and pushing cautiously through to Timothy, as he has finally discovered him. "Well," he does so here.

"Hey. Have you now 'ne event? "Timo asked kindly, after which Phil shakes his head silently. Timothy nodded slightly and stretched a little bit the head in order to better look over the crowds. "Then let us look once a place where a little less going on, huh?" He turns, starts, reaches behind him and encloses without thinking about Philip's wrist so he would not lose again in the crowd.

When they step out of the building, he can go again, and Philip's arm remains for a moment pondering. The weather is quite warm for April today and sunny. Timo turns to Philip and grins. "Shall I show you the football field?"

"With pleasure," Phil grinned cheerfully.

Twenty minutes later, they sit in the stands of the small sports stadium, each a Coke in his hand. The place is deserted, only the sprinkler system is heard. Timo often sits up here. It is a wonderfully quiet place, if you will just got to think, or want to see anyone.

"So you're captain of your football team," Phil is quietly determined after a few minutes amicable silence.

"Mmm," makes Timo agreement and leans forward so he can lean his elbows on his knees and watched the jets of water, sprinkle the lawn at regular intervals. "I've been about 'one year."

"And what position do you play?", Will the smaller wondering at his side.

Timo grins a little. "I actually always stand in the gate. Have indeed started as a field player, but then I pretty much moved directly into the goal while ... is he even still in some way. "

Timo runs a shiver down his spine when he hears Philip's soft giggle. He looks to the side and looks Philipp questioningly. "And so you play defense, right?" nods

Munich The petite, smiling. "At home I've played since I was five. First in the midfield. But eventually my coach let me play left back for the fun times and somehow ... I'm still hanging there. "Philip shrugged his shoulders relaxed. "I do not quite right. I like to play in defense. On both flanks. "

Wow, Timo thinks inwardly grinning. If Philip really has stuff on it, he can be a real asset to the team. But now Timothy has also become curious. He would like to know more about Phil. After a sip from his Coke bottle has taken, he looks back at Philip and asked curiously: "Where are you from"

Phil sits leaning back in his seat and piddelt lost in thought at the label around his bottle, looking into the distance. "From Munich," he begins after a few moments to talk quietly. "I was up until a few weeks lived with my parents happy."

Timo whistling softly through his teeth. "Then you're a long way away from home, huh?" Asks, compassionate. For Philip's body language clearly expresses that he still has to struggle with homesickness. "And what brought you here devious her?"

forms on Philip's face, a smile. "This is one of the best sports academies in Germany. Where else should I contact to study sports science? "

also true again, Timo thinks and laughs softly. "With what focus?" He wants to know curious.

"I'm planning at some point 'nen coach ticket to make. Most of all football, or 'ne other ball game, "says Smaller, not without pride in his voice. "And you?"

"sports journalism," sighs Timo. "If at some point I'll finish up, then I'll analyze your games, yes?" He casts a sidelong glance at Philip and they begin to laugh at the same time.

"... Ehm and where are you from? "asked Philip, after a brief, embarrassed silence.

"From Worms. Well, actually from a small town near Worms. Hofheim. But now I am left quite a while in Cologne, "said Timo. "Where do you live here then?"

"In Carl Diem way. B. dorm is nice here, "said Philip, but sounds only half as excited as he obviously intended.

A broad smile covers Timo's face. "And where exactly? Which floor? "

" Third, why? "Philip asked, looking confused Timo again.

"Because I can also live. On the second floor, "said Timo giggling. Coincidences's ...

"Really?" Phil is aimed pleased to again and grins at Timo. "This is ..." Suddenly, he cleared his throat and casts down her eyes. "That's funny," so here he explains.

Philipps reaction triggers a very strange feeling in Timo's belly. The little boy somehow arouses the protective instincts in him. Suddenly he has the urge to make the small Munich happy.

"We have Tuesday and Thursday evenings training. Adjusts to your schedule pure? "he asked kindly. Philip's head moves back up and the Munich Timo viewed with a mixture of confusion, surprise and a bit of hope. "What? You want ... do you want me to play for you? "he asked softly and carefully.

"Sure," Timothy replied promptly. "Why not?"

Philip laughed softly. "Because you do not know me? Because you do not know if I'm good at all? ", He then laid as dry.

Timo waved a dismissive hand. "Oh. We go home now and if you want, when we cook me something. Here's all you can tell me of tell you. "Timo gets up and smiles down at Philip. "And how do you play, you show just on the field, okay?" Invitingly he holds out his hand to Philip.

The small Bayer blinks first a bit taken aback, but then spreads a liberated smile on his face and he can pull himself up. "Okay. And ... Thank you Timo, "Philip murmured softly, walking beside her Timo to the exit.

"No thing, kid," grins Timo Philipp. "I just hope, you have nothing to say against pasta with Timo special."

Phil chuckles a bit and shakes his head. "Not at all. I get up Noodles. "