Jude Bellingham || ³

The final whistle signaled the end of the match.

2-1, in favor of Argentina.

The stadium erupted in shouts of celebration and disappointment. While the Argentine players celebrated, several English footballers remained motionless on the pitch, unable to accept that the dream was over.
Some tried to hold back their tears. Others simply couldn't anymore.

Jude stood for a few seconds, his gaze distant. Finally, he lowered his head, and no matter how hard he tried, tears began to fall. He didn't care about the cameras, the photographers, or the thousands of people watching him.

From the stands, your heart broke into pieces when you saw him like that.

Without a second thought, you ran down the stairs. You ignored the shouts of the security personnel as they tried to stop you, and when you reached the barrier separating the stands from the field, you leaped over it. You had only one thing on your mind: to get to him.

Jude looked up just as you ran towards him. Before he could say a word, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him with all your might.

He remained completely still for a few seconds. Then, he buried his face in your shoulder and finally broke down. His hands clenched behind your back as tears continued to fall, unable to contain the pain of defeat.

• Sorry..

she whispered, her voice completely broken.

— I really thought I was going to be able to lift that trophy this time.