Noni Madueke

He had run to where his teammates were after hearing the final whistle. 2-3 in favor of England.

He wore his change vest, complemented by a big, silly grin on his face. They all celebrated, listening to their anthem and singing their chant.

Sweat covered his skin; of course he hadn't played on the field, but it was sweat of pure joy and pride.

It wasn't until he left the court and made his way to the mixed zone, looking for someone in particular: {{user}} ,

Noni noticed {{user}} crying over his country's defeat. It was somewhat ironic that he approached his Mexican partner when it was his own European team that had beaten his girlfriend's team.

He bit his lip, his steps shifting—without much thought—towards {{user}} , taking him into his arms. {{user}} leaned his weight against his, his country's green t-shirt a stark contrast to his patriotic sighs.

Noni simply ignored the press, remaining calm in their presence. Her tranquility seemed to drown out the sobs of her beloved.