"so describe how you're feeling after getting the win you needed." the reporter asks gareth
"incredible, everything was incredible, the atmosphere was incredible, the boys played incredible, the fans were incredible." he replies talking into a microphone
"the boys sure did play very well today, let's talk to captain harry kane."
"first of all congratulations to you harry and the rest of the team." the reporter says
"thank you very much, it's amazing." harry replies
"and everyone round the nation can agree, so what's next?"
"we're already preparing for the next match and we hope to do you proud again." kane says
"thank you harry, we will now be joining jadon sancho and phil foden." the reporter says
"no no no." i say to myself feeling weary that phil might say something
"hi boys how we feeling?" a different reporter asks
"buzzing." sancho says
"i bet, what about you phil?" they ask
"yeah." he replies looking down
"why weren't you playing today?"
"just the managers choice on how he wants the team to play you know." phil says
"yeah totally." they reply, "so are we feeling good about next game?"
"high hopes." jadon says
"i mean all we can do is train and train, so the more practice we get in. the better we will be out on the pitch." phil says
"great talking to you lads, see you later." the reporter says as the radio goes back to music
just as it does i see dad walking to the car with a coffee in one hand and a water in the other, he unlocks the car and gets in and hands me the water.
"thanks." i say taking a sip
"let's get you home." dad says putting his coffee that was still hot in the drinks holder and starting the engine
"dad." i say
"yes princess." he replies
"can we talk about peter?" i ask
"of course." dad says
"i don't want to be with him." i explain
"course you do darling, he's your sweetheart."
"i don't dad, i really don't." i say
"i think you need some sleep." dad says
"why won't you ever just understand." i reply
"don't you dare speak to me like that young lady." he says
"sorry dad." i say as i sit back in my chair and look out the window
my phone buzzes and i look at the screen and see phil had messaged
*the messages*
phil💓: sky sports want to interview me later for their youtube, if they ask about you what do you want me to say?
me: the truth
phil💓: you sure? even about your dad
me: even about my dad
phil💓: okay, how's the journey?
me: we stopped at the service station and dad wouldn't let me out the car
phil💓: fucking hell, i'm sorry
me: don't be, it's not your fault
phil💓: but if i never made you break up with peter then this wouldn't be happening
me: i was the one who broke up with him, i was the one who put myself in this situation, you didn't do anything. please stop worrying, i will text you when i get home.
*end of messages*