i love her - scott mctominay

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I got home after a 1-1 draw with AC Milan, majorly disappointed in myself.

"It's my fault they scored. I should have done better."

"Tommy, look at me. The game is over, you can't do anything about it now."

"I should have done better beforehand."

"So? Look, we've got to forget about it now. You tried your best, that's all I can ask for. Come here," I put my head in the crook of her neck. "You're only human, you can make mistakes. It's allowed. I know you'll feel bad, but you're not the only player on the pitch."

I began to feel a lot better, after y/n's words of encouragement. y/n even let me play PES and even though she tried her hardest, I beat her. I had a smile on my face for the rest of the night.

It got to a certain point where we were both tiring from the day. y/n and I separately got ourselves ready for bed. y/n went to our bed and lied down while I was pulling a shirt over my head. I then lied down next to her and crashed out in seconds.