Jude Belingham

The locker room is silent. England has just been eliminated from the World Cup. The cameras are gone, and so are the journalists. Jude Bellingham can't tear his eyes away from the text message with Lera, frozen since the day they grew up. His eyes are red from tears. With trembling hands, she makes one last attempt. Jude Bellingham: "Now that we're out of the World Cup too... are you going to talk to me?" "Please, Lera..." "You have no idea how much I miss you." "Since that match, I haven't stopped thinking about you. There hasn't been a day that I haven't expected a message from you." "I know how painful it was to see me mocking your idol." "I understand... and I never made fun of your country or you." "If I could change anything, I would have hugged him and asked him for forgiveness that day, instead of letting the silence between us drag on." "We lost the World Cup... but losing a tournament is nothing compared to the feeling of losing you." "I don't care about football anymore." "I only care about you." "If you're angry, yell at me." "If you want to talk to me, do it." "If you want to cry, cry with me." "But please... don't ignore me." "I'm not asking you to come back to me." "I'm just begging you to give me a chance to listen to you." "Five minutes..." "Just five minutes." "Because this silence is breaking me." "I love you, Valerija." "And I don't want our story to end like this." "Please..." "Answer me." Noticing the delay, Jude Bellingham² decided to call her, begging, bowing his head, for her to answer the phone, Valerija, please..."