Olivia's pov
My second match as captain was today. It was against Latvia and the fact that we won against them 10-0 last month, made me have very high hopes for this match.
We had travelled down to Doncaster yesterday and had our last training session as the match was today.
Everyone was in such good spirits as they were all confident that we'd win and so was I.
We had already arrived at the stadium and so we were all waiting in the changing rooms to walk out.
Me being number 23 today meant that me and less were sat next to each other in the changing rooms. Less was playing as number 22 at the moment.
We were yet to share our superstitious kiss and so after she was finished getting ready, she stood still and put her hands around my waist as I picked up the captain armband.
"Here. Let me put it on for you." Less says and takes it from me.
"Thank you, less." I kiss her cheek as she puts it on.
"I have a really good feeling about this match."
Everyone then started leaving the changing rooms to either line up or go to the bench, meaning that me and less could kiss now.
"Good luck out there, captain." Less says after we kiss.
"You're coming on later, I just know it." I tell lessi
We walk out of the changing rooms and whilst less heads to the bench, I go to the front of the line behind everyone else.
We head out onto the pitch and sing the national anthem and have a team talk.
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A/N: Liv will be scoring other people's goals, and more.
The match kicks off and within three minutes, Beth Mead had managed to score.
We all go running to her, enveloping her in a hug.
Just 3 minutes later, Georgia passes to me when I'm outside the box and I shoot. It curls right into the top right corner. 2-0.
In the 9', Georgia crosses it into me again and I tap it into the goal. 3-0 before the tenth minute!
That 3-0 didn't last for long as Beth manages to get the ball again and scores another goal. 4-0 in the 12'.
The 18', Georgia crosses it again to me and just like before, I tap it into the goal.
I run to Georgia, who was already waiting to hug me. She had assisted me on all three goals.
Everyone else comes and hugs me before we quickly reset.
Unsurprisingly, in the 23', Beth scores her third goal. I cross it into her and she headers it into the back of the net. 6-0.
A lot didn't happen except from failed shots until the 42' when Ella decided to shoot from range and it goes into the bottom right corner.
I run to her and wrap my arm around her shoulder.
Only two minutes later, Beth crosses it into me and I header it into the net. It was an identical goal to which I had assisted her earlier on.
At half time, it was 8-0. Sarina said that loads of changes were coming and at that point, I knew less would be coming on at some point.
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The second half kicks off and Ella gets subbed off for Jordan and Millie gets subbed off for Jess.
To make it 9-0, I shoot from a far distance and the goal keeper goes to save it but it still manages to slip past her fingers and into the goal.
In the 50', Beth gets tackled in the penalty box and the ref automatically says it's a pen.
I run straight over to Beth to see if she's alright and luckily, she gets up straight away.
We have a short team discussion on whose to take the penalty but it didn't last long as everyone agrees on me.
I place the ball down on the penalty spot and step backwards.
If I scored this, I would have a double hat trick.
The ref blows her whistle and I kick it with all my power into the bottom left hand corner.
I turn around to face everyone and they all hug me.
"Well done, kid." I hear Beth tell me.
I look over to less and she blows me a kiss, in which I return a toothy smile before resetting.
Jess Carter scores her first goal for England in the 56' to make it 11-0. The ball appeared out of no where at her feet and somehow she still managed to get it in the goal.
Everyone runs up to her and I make sure to stay back so I can give her a proper congratulations.
"Well done, Jess. That's what you call striker instincts. We should swap positions." I joke
"Thanks, cap." She smiles and I feel a sense of pride run through me.
Four minutes later, Sarina decided to do a double sub again and took Georgia out for Jill, and meado off for less.
When I saw the number 22 come up in green, my whole face lit up.
I saw less run onto the pitch. We had a corner and so she ran over to us all. She quickly kissed my cheek before getting into game mode.
A minute after the corner is taken, Beth England headers it into the goal after a cross in from greenwood.
In the 67', Jill gets her moment and scores a header to make it 13-0.
During the 70', we get a corner and the result from that corner gets us to 14-0. That corner was so special to me though.
That corner resulted in less scoring her first goal for England.
"Yes, lessi!" I shout as I run to her.
Everyone goes to hug her but I stay to the side so I could have a moment with her alone.
Once they had all finished hugging her, she spots me waiting and walks over to me.
"I am so proud of you, lessi." I hug her. "I wish I could kiss you right now."
"What's stopping you?" She asks with a smile
"I don't actually know." I shrug as I kiss her lips gently. We had to end it really quickly though as the fact we were mid way through playing a match. "You'll score another one, or two. I bet you."
"I'll make sure I do, for you." Less says
"I'll score for you too." I tell her and the match restarts.
A minute later, I was tackled to the floor. It wasn't a bad tackle, I mean it didn't hurt, but as I was still on the floor trying to get up, a Latvian player stepped on my hand, cutting it quite deeply.
A sharp pain shoots through my hand but I try get up as fast as I could and get the ball.
The ref blows her whistle but still said it wasn't a foul.
I show her my hand which was bleeding at this point but she still says it wasn't a foul.
The game quickly kicks off again before I could even have the chance to clean my hand.
Even though my hand was full of blood, in the 76' I get the ball and get past two defenders before shooting from outside the box. It goes right down the middle and over the goalkeeper.
Everyone comes over to celebrate but I tell them not to hug me because of the blood.
"Livvy, is that from your hand?" I hear less say after she kisses my cheek.
"Yeah, and it wasn't a yellow. It's ridiculous."
"Liv, you need to get that wrapped up. Come we are going to the medics. That might need to be stitched." Less says as we walk towards the medics.
They clean it before wrapping it up with bandages but they tell me that it's deep enough to need stitches so I have to go to the ambulance that was here after the match.
Just before the 80', Jordan takes a shot and it goes into the bottom right corner.
A minute later, I cross the ball into less and she headers the ball into the net.
She runs over to me and we hug.
"The unstoppable lovers on and off the pitch. Been like this since 2013." Lotte says as she celebrates with us. It was her nickname for me and less. It always had been.
Not even 50 seconds later, the goalkeeper messes up a kick and it heads straight for lessi's head so she headers the ball and yet again it goes into the goal.
"I told you, baby! I told you that you would get a hat trick! I'm so proud of you!" I lift less up before kissing her quickly.
"What about you? You're nearly close to a triple hat trick."
"Forget about me. You scored not only your first goal but also got your first hat rick. Well done lessi."
"Thank you, liv." Less wraps her arm around my waist as we walk back to the centre of the pitch.
In the 88', we get a corner and I volley it into the net. One more goal and I've got a triple hat trick.
We get told that there will be 4 extra minutes and I was still adamant to get another goal.
The 92', less passes to me and without looking I trust my instincts and just shoot. To be honest, I had no clue whereabouts I was in the box, I just shot and somehow, with the force and curl I had on the ball, it reaches the top left corner perfectly. There was no way the goalkeeper was getting that.
The final whistle blows and I just take a big breath, taking in everything that had happened.
A/N: I have a quick question. So I'm currently writing well ahead. I'm currently writing chapter 84 on this book and I'm approaching the World Cup final. Now, of course, the final didn't end up how we all wanted it to. However, this is a fictional book, and I can make up anything. So, should I change the score in the final so that England win?