Ik the picture is of Jorginho. It's because he's in a lot of this chapter.
~y/n's POV~
"Yeah. I am." Chiellini said with a dirty look.
"Unlucky on your penalty by the way."
"Did I ask you?"
"Sorry. Chill out."
"You shouldn't even be here."
"And why's that?"
"Cause you're a girl."
"Well spotted." Flynn was standing behind me but I didn't notice him.
"This is a men's competition. Little girls should be at home in the kitchen."
"That may be how things work in your country but we aren't sexist. Just because you lost, doesn't mean you can put others down. We played with dignity. At least no one on our team strangled a 19 year old and thought it was okay."
"I can strangle an 18 year old if you want?"
"Is that a threat?" He started shoving me and trying to strangle me and a few of the boys rushed over. Maguire, John, Hendo, Jack, Marcus, White, Flynn and Jesse got him away from me and Jorginho started yelling at him.
"What are you doing!?" Jorginho yelled. "She's a kid!"
"Shut up Jorginho! You're only sticking up for her cause she comes to Chelsea!" Chiellini bellowed.
"No. She's my friend. All of us are younger than you, yet we'd never lay a hand on a women."
"She's not a women. She's a bitch."
"Oi!"
"Call her one more thing and I'll whip your arse myself." Jack threatened.
"Just leave her alone." Jorginho continued.
"Fine." Chiellini said and walked away.
"I'm so sorry about him. Are you alright y/nick/n?" Jorginho asked. I just nodded and he left too.
"What was that all about?" Jesse asked. I had a few tears in my eyes. John gave me a hug.
"You can tell us. What happened?" John asked.
"I walked into him by accident and I said he was unlucky on his pen. Then he was getting super riled up so I told him to chill out. He said I shouldn't even be here cause I'm a girl and I should be at home in the kitchen."
"What else?" Asked Hendo.
"I said just because he lost, he shouldn't be bringing others down. Then I said we played with dignity and at least no one on our team strangled a 19 year old and thought that was okay. Then he goes, I can strangle an 18 year old if you like and I asked if that was a threat and that's when tried strangling me."
"Who does he think he is?" Marcus asked.
"I'm sure we can talk to the officials-" Maguire started.
"There's no point."
"What! Why not?" White asked.
"They're on Italy's side."
"What? How'd you know?" Flynn asked.
"After Chiellini choked Bukayo it should've been a red card but the Italian manager paid the refs to only give him a yellow."
"Seriously?" Asked Jack.
"Yea. And one of their players was already on two yellows but he was still allowed to play."
"Are you joking?" Asked Hendo.
"Wish I was."
"The others are gonna flip when they hear about this!" Jesse bellowed.
"Hear about what?"
"The manager and the refs." Said Marcus.
"And Chiellini choking you." Jack added.
"No! You can't tell the others about Chiellini!"
"Why not?" Asked White.
"Because! I don't want Mason to find out."
"Why not?" Maguire asked. Dad called everyone over.
"Just don't! I'll explain later." We went over to dad and huddled up. Mason kept smiling at me across the circle.
"I am so proud of each and every one of you. Football is home once again. We've done the legends of 1966 proud. A few words Captain?" Dad smiled.
"I love you guys so much. You're my family. My brothers. And sister of course." Everyone laughed. "I'm just so grateful for this team. World Cup 2022 here we come!" We all cheered and stood making a walkway for the Italians to receive their medals. I was standing between Mason and Declan. As Chiellini walked through, he death stared me, giving me chills.
"What's his problem?" Mase asked with gritted teeth.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it." We all started walking through and getting our medals. We stood on the stage and waited for our Captain to bring the trophy over. He handed it to me. "You've gotta lift it first."
"Nah. You do. We wouldn't be here without you. I want you to."
"Okay." I held the trophy whilst everyone made a drumroll. I lifted it into the air and we were all jumping around like crazy. I passed it back to Harry. "Only trophy you're gonna hold for a while Haz. Tottenham's trophy cabinet must need a good dusting."
"Oi. Watch it Southgate." Flynn came up to me after we'd all calmed down a bit.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be here for the semis. I did watch them though! Your penalty was amazing."
"Thanks Flynn." I smiled. My face dropped a little "It just sucks you weren't here."
"I know. I'm really sorry." He hugged me.
"What did you have to stay in Italy for anyway?"
"I had to do a test for Uni. I thought it was next month but it wasn't."
"How did you do?"
"Well I think. We don't get the results till next month."
"I bet you did great."
"By the way. Why can't Mason find out about Chiellini?"
~Mason Mount POV~
I stood behind y/n so I could hear.
"Because he can't alright?"
"Just tell me why!"
"BECAUSE CHIELLINI TRIED TO CHOKE ME, ALRIGHT!" I felt my blood boil at her words.
"WHY CAN'T MASON KNOW?"
"BECAUSE!"
"BECAUSE WHAT!?"
"WE'RE DATING!"
"What?"
"We're dating. And if he finds out he'll kill him and I don't want that on my conscience." She wasn't wrong.
"Too late. Look behind you." Flynn whispered. She turned around and saw me.
"Shit. What's the chances you didn't hear any of that conversation?"
"Zero." I said.
"Don't worry about Chiellini, a few of the boys have already sorted him."
"Like who?"
"Maguire, John, Hendo, Jack, Marcus, White, Jesse and Jorginho."
"Jorginho?"
"Yeah. He persuaded him to piss off." Dec came over.
~y/n's POV~
"You alright Mase? You look pissed." Dec said. Mason took a big breath.
"Yeah. I'm okay." He turned and looked at me. "I won't hurt Chiellini. I promise." Dad came over to us.
"Come on guys! We're going to the hotel."
"You guys go." Mase smiled. "We'll catch up in a bit." Everyone left and all the fans left so it was just me and Mason in Wembley Stadium. We laid on the grass to take it all in. "Had you been here before playing with us?"
"Once. But not as player."
"Do you remember it?"
"Yea." I sighed. "Every second. May 14th. 2017." He laid on stomach staring at me whilst I laid on my back stared at the stars. "It was the Women's FA Cup Final. Chelsea vs Arsenal. Alex Scott was playing. I didn't know much about football at the time. I trained but I didn't understand the game."