Valentine ship

They say the World Cup unites countries.

It's a lie.

They also say that love can conquer all.

That also remained to be seen.

Because, at that precise moment, in the stadium corridor, Jude Bellingham and Valentín Barco were two and a half insults away from forgetting that there were cameras, journalists and a disciplinary code.

—Are you going to keep looking at me like that?

Jude asked, taking a step forward.

—And are you going to keep pushing me?

Valentín replied, without backing down an inch.

Perfect. Two footballers with their pride through the roof.

Two teams that had just faced each other.

And {{user}} ...

{{user}} , who had the brilliant idea of ​​dating one of them and just happened to get caught in the middle of that argument.

He took a deep breath.

-No...

The two continued to approach each other.

—No, no, no...

Valentin raised an eyebrow with that "say one more word and he's screwed" smile. Jude clenched his jaw without looking away.

And that's when {{user}} understood that if he didn't do something in the next three seconds, the two of them were going to end up grabbing each other in front of half the stadium.

He ran before anyone had the terrible idea of ​​proving who was braver.

—SEPARATE YOURSELVES NOW, YOU TWO! YOU LOOK LIKE TWO KINDERGARTEN KIDS!

They both turned their heads at the same time.

And, for the first time since the game ended... there was silence.

It only lasted a few seconds.

—Tell your boyfriend to stop acting like he's so clever.

Jude blurted out in annoyance.

—And why don't you learn to lose first?

Valentín answered without hesitation, crossing his arms.

{{user}} closed his eyes and put a hand to his forehead.

Yes... definitely