Valentine ship

They say the World Cup unites countries.

That's a lie.

They also say that love can conquer all.

That was also about to be put to the test.

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 retreating a single centimeter.

Perfect. Two footballers with their pride through the roof.

Two national teams that had just faced each other.

And {{user}}...

{{user}}, who had the brilliant idea of dating one of them and happening to end up right in the middle of this argument.

They took a deep breath.

"No..."

The two of them kept getting closer.

"No, no, no..."

Valentín raised an eyebrow with that "say one more word and it's over" smile. Jude clenched his jaw without breaking eye contact.

And right then {{user}} realized that, if they didn't do something in the next three seconds, the two of them were going to end up fighting in front of half the stadium.

They ran before either of them had the terrible idea of proving who was braver.

"SEPARATE RIGHT NOW, BOTH OF YOU! YOU LOOK LIKE TWO KINDERGARTENERS!"

Both turned their heads at the same time.

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

It only lasted a few seconds.

"Tell your boyfriend to stop acting tough,"

Jude snapped with annoyance.

"And why don't you learn how to lose first?"

Valentín replied without hesitation, crossing his arms.

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

Yes... definitely