#phil foden one shot

[woso-lover]

The other side of Manchester | Alessia Russo

Alessia Russo x foden!reader

Phil Foden x foden!reader

Summary: A anonymous dating app lets Alessia Russo, the Manchester United star striker, and Y/n Foden, the die hard citizen, fall for each other.

Warning: language, rivals to lovers?

English is not my first language

Masterlist

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Bantr. It was the new trendy dating app everyone's using. It's a complete anonymous dating app, where you find your partner without any pictures or whatsover, only the things your counterpart says the you. This is the formal description of Keeley Jones, the developer of Bantr. Everyone in your surrounding and who's single has this app, exept for you. It wasn't like you weren't against the idea, but you didn't believed in every trend. With you the only single one who has not the app, your and your brothers teammates were basicly forcing you to download this app.

"Comon, Y/n. You know it going to work, since you look more for personality and everything. And wouldn't be home alone anymore." Your brother whined. Since weeks he tries to get you to download this app. He even put your own teammates against you, who were always on your side.

"I'm everything but lonely, Phil. And who knows maybe in two weeks no ones using this shitty app anymore" He raised an eyebrow.

"Y/n/n you are lonely. And who cares about this stuff. If you don't do it on your free will I will. And I will find you a hot chic who has both looks and personality." With that he grabbed your phone to make his threatment reality.

"Alright, alright. But at least let me do the fucking profil on my own."

"Alright, heartbreacker" He smiled as he gave you your phone back.

"I hate you" you said as you opend the app and logged yourself in. Phil kept a close eye on your phone until Jack walk over to the next room

"Yo Jack. You own me 20 bucks!" Phil yelled at him.

"I can't belive you fucking bet on me" You said shaking your head.

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On the other side of Manchester it looked a bit different.

"Tooney, I think I'm gonna delete this app" Alessia sighed.

"What Bantr? Don't you dare." Ella muffled with a mouth full of crips.

"Because it's useless."

With that Ella stop whatever movie they were watching. It was movie night at Alessias like every friday. "Why? I thought there was this one girl you wanted to meet up with."

"Well she canceled"

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. Can we just go on with the movie?"

"Of course yeah. But I swear on my boyfriend that I and this app will find some one for you." Ella said while putting on the tv again.

"No don't swear on him. He's actually nice" Alessia said smilling.

A few hours and two movies later Alessia and Ella still sat on the couch, with Ella sleeping besides her bestfriend. Alessia often tought about going also to sleep but the movies always kept her awake. So the blonde finally decides to put the tv off and closing her eyes too. But as she wanted to drift off, her phone beeped. With a sigh she looks at her phone and frowned at the bantr message.

Hey, sorry to disturb you. But my brother wouldn't leave me alone, if I wouldn't text anyone on this stupid app. ;)

Alessia smiled at this message. She ddebated if she's going to answer or not. In the end she decided to give it a try.

Hi. No everythings fine. I share the same opinion with this app. My bestfriend forced me to get it.

A thing Alessia didn't know was, that you were smilling on your phone to her respond. Happy that there was someone who shared the same opinion as you.

Looks like we have the same story. So do you maybe know how this app works properly?

I could help you indeed

I'm all ears, Bantr master

Alessia couldn't stop smiling. She wrote with many girls, acording the Ella it's necessary to find the perfect match, but never smiled this much in the beginning. She adjusted herself on the couch and text the anymous person.

You texted each other for hours until you had to put a stop into this. On sunday you had a game and with that a little training and a meeting. Your told her you had to work, not what you do for living. You didn't feel like telling a stranger that you are a footballer and maybe get used for this. But your texting partner didn't mind and you fell asleep thinking about her.

Alessia on the other side couldn't sleep, thinking to much about her texting partner. The conversation you two had was easy. It was easy to talk to you. Easier then with the other girls she texted with.

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Ella woke up, searching for her bestfriend on the couch. Confussed she couldn't found Alessia, Ella walked around Alessias house, only to find her sitting on the kitchen counter with a smile in her face. She was looking down at the phone in her hands.

"What got you so smiley today, Lessi?" Ella asked. With that Alessia looked up and aknowledge for the first time her bestfriends precence.

"Nothing!" Alessia said quickly and turned her phone off quick. Too quick for Ella to believe.

"Well I think, you got a match on bantr, right?" Alessia nodded her head frusterated. There was no point in lying.

"Ohh. What's her name? Dies she lives in Manchester? Tell me everything you know." Ella commanded.

"Well she's a private person" Ella nodded suspicious. "Her names Y/n...uhm... yes she lives in Manchester and her favourite colour is Y/f/c"

Ella looked at her bestfriend dumbfounded. "Is that everything?" Alessia nodded her head slowly. "Oh dios mío. You really don't know how to talk to people. But let me handle this... Oh I got one. Ask her if she supports United or City."

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"So how's bantr?" Lauren Hemp, your bestfriend, welcomed you, when you entered the pitch

"Good morning to you too, and how do you even fucking know about that one?" You asked her confussed while you tied your shoelaces.

"I have my trust sources" You shook your head. Your brother must tell someone and one of his teammates told it Lauren or it was Jack who told then Lauren. "So found any matches?" She asked curious.

"Yeah, I started texting with someone yesterday" You said proudly.

"Show me!" You gave Lauren your phone, so she could read the chat. "Why aren't you answering her?" She shoved your into your face.

"You see the kind off question she wrote down, right? So know imagine she supports fucking united. I wouldn't know what the fuck to do."

"You don't do anything, silly. You just have to shake of your pride and look over this, mate, if you like her. You do, right?" Lauren asked with a smile.

"The fuck, Lauren. I don't even know her. We texted yesterday. How can I like her then?"

"Because I know you. But you can't tell me you don't know anything."

"Well, her name is Alessia-"

"Uh like Alessia Russo." Lauren interrupted you. It was to tease you, because she knew about your rivalery you had in the league and who gets the starting on the Lionesses, since you both a striker.

"Don't Lauren, or I fucking-"

"Hey! Everyone to the middle!" Your coach yelled. As soon as everyone was in position, he went on. "Alright girls. Tomorrow we have a game to warm us up against United next week. As we know Tottenham is nearly on relegation, I do not wanna see any mistakes. It's also important that we win this game, so we are going to be second, since Chelsea lost against Arsenal. And with a win next week we are going to be first." He looked everyone of his players in the eyes. "Okay, so today is a short training with an tactic meeting afterwards. So want you all be ready at 2 o'clock in the meeting."

With that the training started. It was not intense, just something to train the things that didn't worked. After the coach dismissed y'all, you went instenly to your phone, to look what Alessia had texted you. You texted her in a pause.

Well isn't this sad, because I think Manchester is red ;)

You smiled at your phone for a short time. Something that didn't went unnoticed by your bestfriend.

Don't know if you support woman football, but they are playing next week. I think you going to see there, that Manchester is blue.

"Make sure your ready at 2, heartbreacker" Lauren said, when she walked to the showers.

Quickly you grabbed your towel and speeded after her. "Where do you get all this Informationen?.... Wait!... Are you talking with Jack again?" You yelled and ran after her.

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In the next days the texting with each other has grow to an routine of the other. When you had your meeting for the game against Tottenham, what you won 4:0 with a hattrick of yours, you couldn't keep your hands and eyes of the screen. It went this far that the coach had to take it away from you.

With the win against Tottenham ManCity was one point apart from ManUnited. The tension got thicker in training and everyone worked hard to win this derby.

You and Alessia had a bet to finally meet after the long time of writting. If City wins Alessia had to orginze the date and if United wins you had to it. It gave you both something to work harder, to impress the other one, even none of you know that you both are playing profionall football for the Manchester clubs.

You felt attracted towards the woman. You liked her personality and of course that she is big football fan, who also watched the womans game. She on the other side felt like she had fallen for you. Alessia was known as a person who falls in love very easily. It has it pros and cons. One con she doesn't even know you properly. She only knew a version you could have created. But she was looking forward to the date.

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It was matchday. Your nerves went crazy like on every other big game. Steph Houghton gave the last prep talk before everyone lined up after her. You stood to your annoce next to Alessia Russo. You gave each other a look that meant, whoever wins this game gets the starting spot for the upcoming international break.

The game was intense. Both didn't want to give the other the win and with that the first place. It was 35th, when Alessia shot a beautiful goal with an assist from Ella. The United girls celebrated the goal loud with their fans. Then there was halftime. You went with anger of yourself in your locker-room, but it went away quickly, when you saw that Alessia had texted you.

1:0 for me, opps

You wish, honey. City still got full 45 min to score at least one goal

Not going to happen

Ella saw Alessias smile and smiled to herself before she sat next to her. She looked at her bestfriends phone before their coach called for everyones attention.

The game got more intense, than it already was. You had chances over chances, but nothing worked. Neither it was Mary or the last defender.

With that the game ended 1:0 and United stayed on top of the table. You were ready for a teasing comment from Alessia, like always when she wins against you, but that didn't happened. She just ran to the locker room. Weird, you thought. She always stays for the fans in the end. Since you played abroad, you also just went to the locker room. You were frusterated with yourself. You wanted to win against Alessia, but also wanted to impress the girl you had to admit were falling for.

When you entered the locker room you could see the disappointed and frustration in your teammates faces. You the first thing you did after you sat down, like all the other times, you went straight to your phone and of course did Alessia message you.

So since Manchester is red again, where does our date lead us. ;) ♡

Alessia was eager to finally meet you. To see if she not fell for a version the other person created. So she went straight to the lockerroom, forgetting for once the fans and texted you. She knew it sounded desprate, but she hoped you were too. Slowly the other girls were entering the locker room and started to celebrate their.

"Lessi, why are you on your phone? Come celebrate with us. You can text or whatever later." Ona said. But the blonde ressist.

"I'm good Ona" But the spaniard wasn't not pleased with the answer. She wanted to ask Alessia again, but interrupted by Mary, who put the music on.

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Today was the day for your meeting with the girl you had fallen for over the last two weeks. It felt like falling for a mystery. Alessia wanted nothing fancy, like going out to a restaurant or something. So you decided to go to Café. Both of you were nervous to meet the other person. Alessia was a mess and put on every outfit she had. But with Ellas help she finally found something to wear. She also helped Alessia with the hair, that she at the end wore down.

You were also not better. Lauren came over and helped you with an outfit and gave advice on how to style your hair, but also to calm down your nerves. She swears she had never seen you this nervous. And of course your brother called you. He told you how he knew you find someone on this app and that he wishes you the best luck. With a look in the mirror you made your way to the Café.

But you still were running late so you texted her about it.

It's fine I'll wait outside

And she did it waited for you, but it looks like you were not coming.

Because you knew that Café very well, you drove a little bit different, so Alessia wouldn't see straight away. With a last look in the mirror of your car, you walked to the Café. But as you got closer to it, you couldn't believe your eyes. Alessia mf Russo stood there with her phone in her hand.

I'm outside. Where are you?

And now it hit you. The name Alessia, supporting Manchester United, having two brother. It now all made sense. And you stood there on your spot frozen and for the first time you didn't know what to do.

"Fuck me"

Part 2 maybe?

[mchlgayser]

hey, can u write for Phil where he had a bad day and just want to be held by the reader while he cries on her chest.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐍 ft phil foden

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Phil had a very bad day at practice leads to a minor injury and he was frustrated and overwhelmed but he's glad to have you...

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst + fluff / ( ☆ )

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: depressing theme, and mental breakdown

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: HELLO! I'm sorry if this is seem rushed and does not seem too detailed, I'm fighting every urges in me to do this as perfect as I can so I hope you likes it even though I'm late. Happy reading xx!

'Phillip, where are you going?' You cling to him not wanting to let go but yet he still lets go 'Sweet, this is our last practice before our match. Let me go alright, then I promise to spend the whole day with you!' He stares into your eyes and cups your cheeks, forehead touching giving you one affectionate gesture to where he flutters his eyelashes against your skin.

'I'll see you tonight, yeah?' He kiss the corner of your lips before he left the house.

You wander around the house the whole day, doing chores and cleaning the untouched parts of the house, and preparing dinner for you and Phil. The clock reaches 7 and a half when your phone buzz inside the pink bunny apron you are wearing. The call was Phil so you picked it up. 'Hello?' It was harsh and fast on the other side but you waited until someone said a word 'Phil had a minor on his ankle during practice, can you pick him up?' It was Jack's voice, you hum before rushing to get ready and making sure you turn off every stove before you headed to the venue.

When you arrived, you see one of the staff waiting for you n the entrance 'He's in the locker room, and doesn't speak since he got out of the injury room.' You ran alongside her to the locker room. The guys are outside, all of them except Jack.

'They're inside.'

You jog to the room seeing Jack and Phil sitting on the bench 'Hey,' He pets Phil on his back before leaving the room. 'Phil...' You murmured inching his way and sat down 'Come along, we head home alright?' He was quiet for once before he nods and left with you.

The ride home is gloomy and hazy, Phil said nothing but to bore out in the passing buildings, you try to start a chat but he said none to which you sighed and leave him be.

Once you got home, you run a warm bath and help him do his bath, his leg not helping by aching and throbbing each time he overstepped the tiles. Once you did, you put clothes on for him and bring him to the kitchen to have dinner. 'I made your favorite dish!' You beam trying to lighten the muddied atmosphere but Phil not budging.

You put his portion inside his plate and one for yours, the night dinner date you plan suppose to be bright, full of remarks and chats not quiet, gloomy, and uncomfortable but you can't complain. Your boyfriend needed time and you are willing to give him as much time as he wanted.

You finished eating up, washed dishes, and put Phil to bed. 'Phil?' You begin, crawling next to him under the thick duvet and half laying with your head against the headrest. He hums ushering you to continue without battling an eye on you 'Are you... Fine...?' He plops beside you on the bed, arms carefully wrap around you 'I'm fine...' His voice cracks, and unwavering breaths follow right after. Your clothes suddenly soak with salty and warm tears when Phil suddenly cries on you.

'I was so prepared, that last move! It was supposed to be perfect all according to plan but I just had to mess up and tackled down! It's not fair, I've been waiting for this!' You shush him, soothing his palm caressing his back with open palm 'It's gonna be fine...' You whispered tightening your hold around him when he cries harder 'You will come back, stronger when you sort your mental health and it will be perfectly fine. I knew that, I believed in that. It will be fine Phillip.' You press a light kiss on his head and held his face not your other palm gently stroking it whilst you wipe his tears away.

It was a long time before Phil stopped crying. He kept his arms around you making sure you are comfortable enough and slept with burning eyes and a runny nose. You gave his head a pet before you fell asleep, chin brushing over his hair in comfy.

[upindreamland]

Hard Launch - Mason Mount & Twin!Brother Phil Foden

boyfriend!mason mount x fem!reader x twin!brother phil foden

Summary: It’s your birthday and what better way to celebrate then to tell the whole world about the person who makes you the happiest.

Warnings: None

AN: In honor of Phil Foden’s birthday I made this cute little instagram imagine. I hope you enjoy!

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yn_foden

Liked by philfoden, masonmount, jackgrealish, user_1, and 378,200 others

yn_foden: happy birthday to my number 1 since the womb! Phil thanks for being the best big brother (even though it’s only by 5 minutes). It’s been an amazing ride with you. It’s been an honor watching you grow and accomplish all these things we talked about when we were younger. I love you so much

philfoden: Dang who is that fine young lad? 

↳ yn_foden: definitely not you 😊

philfoden: I love you too little sister. I can’t believe you’ve grown up so quickly

↳ yn_foden: 🙄 we’re the same age Phillip. 

mancityfan: Young Phil was so cute. Thank you Y/N for posting these!

↳ yn_foden: anytime

england: happy birthday to our favorite set of twins!! 

jackgrealish: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N (my favorite Foden)

↳ yn_foden: jackgrealish thank you Jackyboy 

↳ philfoden: jackgrealish HEY! what about me??

↳ jackgrealish: philfoden you didn't let me have a piece of cake

↳ philfoden: jackgrealish ohh whatever

masonmount: can’t wait to celebrate 🎉 ❤️

↳ masonfan: masonmount a red heart???? What the heck

↳ yn_foden: masonmount ❤️❤️❤️

↳ philfoden: yn_foden OMG IS IT HAPPENING

↳ yn_foden: philfoden SHHHHHHH

↳ masonfan: philfoden i think I might pass out

mancity: That last picture though 💙. Happy birthday Y/N and Phil!!

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yn_foden

Liked by masonmount, judebellingham, phildoen, randomuser, and 489,700 others

yn_foden: life recently! ft. my birthday. 

Thank you all for the birthday wishes I appreciate them all 🫶

tagged: masonmount

user_2: WHAT THE FUCK. THEY'RE DATING??

masonmount: I love you Y/N

↳ yn_foden: I love you too Mason. Thank you for making me the happiest girl ever 

↳ masonfan: masonmount  dang he’s really off the market 

user_3: This was definitely not on my bingo card 

philfoden: FINALLY!!!! It’s only taken 2 years to post this!!

↳ yn_foden: oh shut up

↳ fan_1: 2 YEARS?? They’ve been together for 2 years and we didn’t even know 

philfoden: ALSO, why that picture Y/N?? You promised to never show it again 

↳ randomuser: I know what my new profile picture is going to be now 

↳ yn_foden: randomuser DO IT!!!!

jackgrealish: cutest couple ever!! Please just keep the PDA down now that you’re public 

↳ masonmount: jackgrealish no promises 😏

judebellinghman: MY PARENTS. I love you guys

↳ yn_foden: judebellinghman my favorite son! Thanks for the birthday present btw

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AN: That's it! I hope you enjoyed. Feel free to come talk to me or request something. Feedback is always appreciated

[i0veless]

EYE CONTACT :: PHIL FODEN

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ sometimes, a little eye contact is all you need to catch the feels ]  𖥻 PAIRING ー [ phil foden x fem! model! reader ]   𖥻 GENRE ー [ love at first sight, fluff, suggestive content ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 0.4k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ mentions of sex, drugs, alcohol, partying - let me know if i missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by @liquorsmooth "please a fic where the reader and phil foden meet for the first time at a party of a few friends that they have in common, and where they automatically feel a really strong attraction to each other so they keep eye contact all the time (and then happens whatever you’d like to!)" thank you for the idea I really enjoyed writing for foden, and sorry that this is so short recently I have been falling into a creative slump and I need something short and sweet to pull me out of It, but hope you enjoy anyway ]

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The air smelt of drugs, alcohol and sex. Three things that everyone in that room was familiar with, even Y/N. Though some may have deemed it immoral and reckless, others would have blamed it on the lifestyle. But the enticing idea of free alcohol and an escape from your problems made A-lister party a go-to hub to forget life's woes. People that attended had the media on high alert ready to cover the next scandalous piece of news, but even that wouldn't stop them from drinking the night away. And here she was, sitting in a booth with all her friends at a high-end club with one purpose. To get as drunk as humanly possible and have a pile of regrets higher than Everest by morning.

Four drinks in the model felt like she could take on the world. She wasn't wasted. Yet. But she sure as hell wasn't sober, which was probably why she took such an interest in him: buzzed hair and shirtless - a diamond in the rough. Now if she were straight-headed, Y/N would have never even dreamed of hitting on someone wearing Adidas shorts to a club. But thankfully for the mystery man, she was slightly out of it and needed a quick fix.

Admiring him from afar was her favourite activity of the night, as she tried to unpick who he was based on the clues he gave. He was fit - a model? Maybe, Footballer? Possibly. He was standing with a group of friends and one of her mutuals Jack Grealish at a pool table on the other side of the room, laughing and drinking the night away with everyone else.

But regardless of who he was. God, he looked good, pool stick in hand and a beer in the other. Y/N wouldn't mind waking up to his pretty face every morning, but she wasn't here for love. Just like he probably wasn't, but a girl could dream, couldn't she? Though it was a bit soon to be talking about love, they hadn't even made eye contact yet. So who knows what their story will be, lovers or strangers? That's left for the universe to decide.

They could be the next love story, or they could be two ships that cross in the night and never meet again. But enough with the romantics, Y/N thought as she ordered another drink. Completely oblivious that the mystery boy on the other side of the room had his heart set on her long before she even knew of his existence, he was going to make sure that they would do a lot more than have prolonged eye contact.

[rubendiasworld]

Does like no one write for Ederson Moraes?? Like he’s so underrated… might be my weakness for tattoos but like if there is any reading material please let me know!!

[arabellaininterstellarboots]

The Winslow Effect

pt.1

Note: this is the first part of my new story; my first one on Tumblr🥹 let's see how this is going, eh? And a quick PSA: For the sake of this fictional story, a lot of known England players play at Chelsea- thank you!

Pairing: Mason Mount (duh) x OC

Word count: 1,6k

Warnings: British boys🤭

Chapter 01: together at Chilwell’s

It was one of those rare nights when the team wasn’t discussing tactics or gearing up for an upcoming match. Instead, Ben Chilwell had invited a few of the boys over to his house for a more relaxed evening—just a couple of beers, some snacks, and the rugby match on the TV. The guys, of course, couldn’t resist giving their “expert” commentary on the game, despite not knowing a thing about rugby.

“Mate, he just piledrove him,” Jordan Pickford said, half-mumbling into his beer, eyes glued to the screen as a player was unceremoniously sent sprawling. “I could totally do that.” Ben, lounging comfortably on the couch, raised an eyebrow at Jordan. “Yeah, sure, mate. You’d probably end up tackling the wrong guy.” Phil Foden grinned. “And then blame it on the goalkeeper instincts. Classic.” Jordan threw him a mock glare. “I could totally keep up with them. It’s just like football, but... more aggressive.”

“More aggressive? You mean you’re actually supposed to hit people?” Declan Rice chimed in, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Mason Mount, who had been lounging in the armchair, leaned back and crossed his arms, a smirk on his face. “You’d be out in the first two minutes, mate. No way you’d last.”

“Oh, you’ve got no faith in me!” Jordan shot back. “You wait until I get my hands on that ball, I’m gonna be a legend.”

“Legend of the first aid room,” Ben added with a laugh.

Jack Grealish, who had been perched casually on the arm of the couch, grinned. “I think Jordan’s onto something. The man’s got mad rugby skills... he’s just in the wrong sport.” The group dissolved into laughter as the rugby players on screen collided in a dramatic fashion, sending shockwaves through the room. “I swear these guys play like they want to get hurt,” Phil said, his mouth full of chips.

“I don’t get how they run like that,” Ben added, throwing his hands up. “They don’t even look like they’re breathing heavy after those hits.” Mason took a sip of his drink, laughing at the spectacle unfolding on the screen. “They're built different,” he mused, tapping the side of his bottle thoughtfully.

They continued watching, making random guesses about the game and giving each other a hard time, but it was clear that they were all a little more focused now. As the match came to an end with a victorious cheer from one team, the atmosphere shifted.

There was no time for lingering on rugby anymore. All eyes turned to the screen as a familiar face appeared in the post-game interview. “You know what this means,” Jack Grealish said with a grin, moving toward the edge of his seat. “The one and only Charlotte Winslow is about to hit the field.”

“Oh, this is gonna be good,” Ben said, his voice laced with amusement. He grabbed his phone, checking for any updates as the camera zoomed in on Charlotte, poised and confident at the edge of the pitch.

There she was.

Charlotte “Charlie” Winslow.

The most well-known sports journalist in the UK, and the one who had a reputation for grilling athletes with razor-sharp questions. “She’s got that look,” Mason said with a knowing nod. “You know the one. The ‘I’ll make you wish you hadn’t said anything’ look.”

“Mate, she’s got all the looks.” Jack laughed.

“Mate, you can see it on the players’ faces,” Phil laughed. “They all look like they’re about to get called into the principal’s office.” Ben chuckled, raising his drink. “She’s a beast. You know she won’t pull any punches.”

“She could interview a brick wall and still make it sweat,” Jordan joked. “Don’t even joke about it,” Declan added. “If she ever gets her hands on me, I’ll just say I’m retired on the spot.” Mason couldn’t help but grin at his friends’ banter.

Everyone in the room had seen Charlie in action before—interviews that felt more like interrogations. It was her thing, after all. Sharp, witty, and always, always on the ball.

There was no escaping her questions, no getting out of an awkward moment. She had a way of making you feel it. And that was exactly why she was so good at her job. The camera now showed her walking onto the pitch, stepping towards one of the star players who was already looking a little nervous.

She held the microphone confidently, and her voice rang out, clear and controlled. “Great game out there today,” Charlie said, turning her gaze to the player who had just finished the match. “But I have to ask, what was going through your mind during that final play when you went for that risky pass? It was a big gamble, and it could’ve cost you the match.” The player blinked, taken aback by the directness of the question.

Charlie wasn’t wasting any time.

“Well, you know, I thought I could make it,” the player stammered. “I—” Charlie didn’t let him off the hook. “You thought you could make it. That’s interesting. You didn’t really think about the consequences though, did you? I mean, you were on the edge of the field, a split second away from losing the game for your team. What was the real reason behind that move?”

The guy shifted uncomfortably. “Uh, I thought... I mean, it seemed like the right decision at the time.” “Seemed like it? Is that the best you’ve got for me?” Charlie pressed, her gaze sharp.

“You’ve been playing for years, but it came down to seeming like the right decision? No pressure, right?” The guy laughed nervously, glancing at his teammates. “I guess... maybe I should’ve played it safer.” Charlie’s smile was cool, almost knowing.

“Maybe But you guys won, so it was worth it.”

As the interview concluded, the guys fell into an awkward silence, the weight of Charlie’s presence lingering even through the TV screen. The player she’d just grilled looked relieved to be done, happy that he's off the hook and that they ended the interview on a good note, but the guys in Ben’s living room were still processing the sheer intensity of her questioning.

“Bloody hell,” Ben muttered, shaking his head. “She’s ruthless.”

“I think that guy’s regretting ever stepping onto the field,” Declan added, half-laughing but still in awe of how Charlie had handled the interview.

“I’d be shaking if she came at me like that,” Jordan said, his voice dripping with admiration. “She’s terrifying in the best way possible.”

Mason, still looking at the screen, couldn’t help but feel a mix of respect and nerves stir inside him. “She’s not just good, she’s... she’s a force. You don’t just answer her questions—you survive them.”

The camera cut away from the field, and into the after game sport studio and the announcer’s voice broke the silence.

“Well, folks, we have some big news tonight,” the studio host said, as the screen flashed a few pictures of Charlie in action, each showing her sharp, calculated smile and no-nonsense demeanor. “As you know, Charlotte Winslow is a name that’s become synonymous with top-tier sports journalism. After years of making waves in rugby, she’s about to take the next big step in her career. This season, she’ll be making the jump to covering the Premier League.”

A stunned silence filled the room as the guys processed the news. There were a few incredulous glances exchanged between them, and they all instinctively leaned forward as if they could make sense of it all by staring harder at the screen.

“No way,” Jack muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. “She’s really doing it. She’s going to be in football now?”

The announcer continued, hyping up Charlie’s transition. “Charlie will now be joining the Premier League beat, where she’ll bring her expert analysis, sharp questions, and signature style to one of the most prestigious football league in the world.”

“That’s... insane,” Ben whispered, as if in awe of the magnitude of the move.

Mason took a deep breath, his mind racing. The thought of Charlie’s next steps was now unavoidable. She wasn’t just a rugby journalist anymore. She was coming for them—coming for the football players.

“It’s going to be a whole different world for her,” Phil said quietly, his voice almost reverent. “The Premier League is gonna feel different with her in it.”

“Yeah,” Declan added, cracking a grin. “And I reckon none of us are gonna know what hit us.”

As the studio moved on to highlight some of Charlie’s most iconic moments in rugby, Mason couldn’t help but think of her sharp wit, the way she could tear through someone’s defenses with a simple question. His own stomach twisted nervously. What would it be like when she finally turned her gaze on him, when she made him squirm in front of the camera?

“Man, I’m nervous for whoever’s up first in the Premier League,” Jordan said with a laugh, but his eyes betrayed his anxiety. “That’s gonna be one hell of an interview.”

Mason shot him a side glance, his earlier grin gone. “If she comes at me like that... I might just freeze at the spot.”

The group laughed nervously, but they all shared the same thought: They had no idea what they were in for with Charlotte Winslow in the Premier League.

And just like that, the night shifted. What had started as a simple, relaxed evening filled with rugby and jokes was now dominated by the thought of Charlie and her upcoming career move. The players, no matter how tough or confident, knew they were about to enter a new era of post-match interviews.

Ben broke the silence, raising his glass. “To Charlie Winslow. The legend herself, and the woman who’s about to make our lives hell.”

The group clinked their bottles together, but the truth hung in the air. The Premier League had just become a much more interesting place, and it would never be the same with Charlotte at the helm.

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Heyy I was wondering if you could do a Phil Foden x singer!reader where she writes cute love songs abt him. She supports him at his matches. He cheers her on at her shows and they're just so in lovee<33

Some songs I had in mind (u don't have to use these)

-So High School-Taylor Swift

· "You know how to ball I know Aristotle."

-The Alchemy-Taylor Swift(after they won the treble)

· "Shirts off and your friends lift you up over their heads, beers sticking to the floor cheers chanted 'cause they said there was no chance, tryna be the greatest in the league, where's the trophy he just comes running over to me."

-Unconditionally-Katy Perry

· "I'll take your bad days with your good, walk through the storm I would, I'd do it all because I love you I love you, unconditional unconditionally, I will love you unconditionally, there is no fear now let go and just be free cause I will love you unconditionally."

Lots of love

-W-

Biggest Fans

phil foden x fem!reader

in which you’re each other’s biggest fans

(in this reader and phil only have one son, ronnie)

warnings: cussing

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yourusername thank you paris next up: manchester

liked by yourbestfriend, philfoden, erlinghaaland and 3.6 million others…

user OMD I CAN’T WAIT!!

philfoden proud of you baby ❤️

user amazing performance, i met her after with phil and ronnie and they are the sweetest people ever!

user she’s such a gorgeous and sweet person! phil and ronnie must be so lucky!

jackgrealish is this why phil has been staring at his phone for the past 10 minutes?

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user phil is one lucky man…

yourbestfriend mother has blessed us all 🙏 

↪️user she gets it!!

you were on your way to one of phil’s matches. you had just came back from the producers after listening to your new song. 

“ronnie! baby let’s go please!” you called for your son who had insisted on getting dressed by himself. he waddled down the stairs with his man city jersey with daddy on the back as well as his matching shorts. today was the match against manchester united.

“mama! look i dress myself!” he spoke as you picked him up and rested him on your hip.

“yeah? it looks amazing love.” you cooed as you kissed his head. 

you grabbed your bag and placed ronnie in the car seat before sitting down yourself. 

“what’d you wanna listen to love?” you asked turning to your son.

“you mama!” 

you laughed before playing your most recent album that was released shortly after phil won the treble. 

Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads Beer sticking to the floor Cheers chanted, cause they said There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me

flashbacks came to you as you listened to the song.

the moment the whistle blew, it sent you and your families into a sense of euphoria. you let out happy tears as you watched your boyfriend celebrate with his team mates.

shaking your head and snapping out of your thoughts, you looked at he rearview mirror to see ronnie dancing and singing to the next song which was invisible string.

when you had finally arrived at the stadium, you took ronnie and headed towards your seats. pressing a kiss to sasha’s cheek you sat down and looked around for phil. your eyes met and he sent you an air kiss before waving at ronnie. you sent one back and phil went inside the tunnel.

“how are you feeling, love?” sasha asked since you had just gotten your period earlier that day and almost cancelled coming to the match.

“better. i took a pill before coming so hopefully ill be fine for now.”

the match started and by halftime, manchester city was winning 1-0 with Haaland scoring a penalty.

once the whistle blew for the second half, everybody was on the edge of their seats to see if manchester was truly blue or red. Haaland had managed to score a header making the score 2-0.

Rodri shot towards the goal, hoping for the impact of the ball against the net but onana saved it. Haaland shot a rebound and phil kicked it in.

you stood up, cheering and clapping as phil ran to the corner and slid on his knees before pointing towards you and forming a heart with his fingers.

when the final whistle blew, the sea of blue went wild contrasting the sulking reds. manchester was truly blue and the team had just proven that.

you said your goodbyes to sasha and you and ronnie made your way to the car, where you would meet phil.

“mama, where is daddy?” ronnie asked as you strapped him in.

“daddy will come any minute now love.” you told him, cupping his cheeks and kissing his forehead.

“can we listen to lover?” he giggled kicking his feet.

you laughed before playing it and the two of you started singing at the top of your lungs.

“oh my! we have two singers now??” phil gasped as he got in the car.

“daddy!” ronnie squealed.

“hey buddy! did you like the match?” phil asked, strapping his seatbelt on.

“yes! did you see uncle erling’s goal with his head?!” he grinned.

phil’s face dropped before meeting your eyes and lighting up again.

“hey baby, did you see my goal?” he lowered his voice, placing a hand to your cheek. you nuzzled into it and mumbled a soft yeah. he brought his face closer and gave you a soft kiss.

“im so fucking proud of you.” you mumbled against his lips when you pulled apart.

“lets go home now, big day tomorrow!” phil grinned excitedly.

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

the crowd was going wild as you stood in position to do your last song of the night.

I feel so high school every time I look at you I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

And in a blink of a crinkling eye I'm sinking, our fingers entwined Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me I'll drink what you think, and I'm high From smoking your jokes all damn night The brink of a wrinkle in time Bittersweet sixteen suddenly

I'm watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night Your friends are around, so be quiet I'm trying to stifle my sighs 'Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you But look at you Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

you made eye contact with phil from the vip area and made a little heart with your fingers as you continued singing.

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? (Kill me) It's just a game, but really (really) I'm bettin' on all three for us two (all three) Get my car door, isn't that sweet? (That sweet) Then pull me to the backseat (backseat) No one's ever had me (had me), not like you

Truth, dare, spin bottles You know how to ball, I know Aristotle Brand new, full-throttle Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto It's true, swear, scouts honour You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her Brand new, full-throttle You already know, babe

the night ended as you went back into the dressing room. a knock sounded and you immediately rushed to the door to see your boyfriend with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“oh my gosh, thank you baby! these are gorgeous.” you grinned as you took the flowers before melting into his arms.

“you are so fucking gorgeous and amazing you know that?” he whispered in your ear.

“yeah, you tell me every day.”

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Cruising to Victory:Manchester City vs. Young Boys – Champions League

Опубликовано на 7 ноября, 2023

“Manchester City” vs. “Young Boys”

Champions League Match Prediction and Analysis on November 7, 2023 The “Cityzens” are the sole leaders of Group G: Guardiola’s men have won every match with an identical score of 3-1, and two weeks ago, they defeated “Young Boys.” Their performance in the Premier League is also excellent, with four consecutive wins and an impressive goal difference of 14-3.

It’s not just Erling Haaland who displays impressive results at “City,” as he has scored 13+3 in 16 games across all competitions. Players like Julian Alvarez (7+5) and Phil Foden (4+4) have been outstanding as well, while the 21-year-old Belgian Jeremy Doku made quite an impact just before the match against “Young Boys.” He contributed 1 goal and 4 assists in a Premier League match against “Bournemouth,” and the summer signing has already gathered impressive stats of 3 goals and 6 assists.

Swiss club “Young Boys” currently shares the bottom spot in the group with “Red Star”: both teams played a draw in their head-to-head match (2-2) and suffered losses in other matches. “Young Boys” even lost to “Leipzig” and “Manchester City” with the same scoreline (1-3). In the national championship, things are going much better for the “bees” as they lead the league and even have a game in hand over the second and third positions. Before visiting the “Etihad,” Rafael Viki’s team came off two consecutive wins with a combined score of 6-1.

Prediction and bet on the Champions League match “Manchester City” vs. “Young Boys” The hosts are overwhelming favorites. In the three previous group stage matches, they consistently won with a two-goal margin, scored three goals each time, and are entirely capable of continuing this trend in their home game against the group’s underdogs. Moreover, considering all competitions, “City” has secured victories with a margin of at least two clear shots in nine out of 17 matches. On average, “City” scores 2.53 goals per 90 minutes. In their last two matches, the sky blues annihilated their opponents with an aggregate score of 9-1, and one of them, “Manchester United,” undoubtedly outclasses the Swiss team.

Recommended bet: Goal Kicks – Total 1: 3.5 Over.

[footballerimaginess]

Omggg since it’s Father’s Day can I have a Phil Foden one shot where Phil, reader, Ronnie and baby girl have a little day out like they take the kids to the farm or zoo then they come home, be in playful moods and having a tickle fight please💕(since Phil has a baby girl now I had to include her)

Sorry I don't write for Phil Foden anymore. x

[bongaboi]

Manchester City: 2022-23 UEFA Champions League Winners

Match in brief: City claim European glory City navigated an unbeaten path to the final, racking up a competition-best 31 goals in the process, so it was little surprise that they started on the front foot. Inter had let in only one goal in six knockout games, however, and for so long did an excellent job of marshalling their opponents' galaxy of attacking talent.

Erling Haaland – subsequently flagged offside – and Bernardo Silva did both go close in the opening stages, but it was not until the 27th minute that Kevin De Bruyne unpicked the Nerazzurri lock and Haaland got off a firm shot at goal; André Onana, as usual, was positioned well.

De Bruyne is so often City's creator-in-chief, but the man with 31 assists this season came off injured before half-time; Josep Guardiola's team would have to think again.

Their faith was tested once more before the hour, Manuel Akanji misjudging a Bernardo Silva pass to allow Lautaro Martínez to pounce. On this occasion, Ederson was alert enough to close down the angle.

Onana had no such luxury at the other end when a neat City move resulted in the ball dropping to Rodri just inside the penalty area; City's midfield pivot showed characteristic calm to side-foot into the corner. The treble was on.

Inter were far from deflated by going behind, though, and, just three minutes later, so nearly drew level, only for Federico Dimarco's looping header to strike the crossbar.

De Bruyne's replacement, Phil Foden, soon went close at the other end, but there was still time for one last nerve-jangler for Guardiola and his charges. Romelu Lukaku's close-ranger header somehow ricocheted off Ederson's knee and the engraver could finish adding City's name to the trophy for the first time.

PlayStation® Player of the Match: Rodri (Man City) "Came up with the winning goal in a game with few chances and his involvement for City between the boxes was essential to having a balanced City side." UEFA Technical Observer Panel

Matthew Howarth, Man City reporter

It was perhaps not the prettiest performance from Guardiola's star-studded ensemble, but this was never likely to be one-sided affair – Inter are far too good for that. The Serie A side were excellent in the first half but, when City were struggling to get into gear early in the second, they failed to take advantage. Rodri's goal cements his place in club history on the back of a tremendous personal campaign, while Guardiola becomes the first coach since Sir Alex Ferguson to lead an English club to the treble.

Vieri Capretta, Inter reporter

An almost perfect first half for the Nerazzurri – solid at the back and showing glimpses of what they could do going forward. In the second half Inter did what they had to do, kept the game under control, had two enormous chances, but ultimately came up short. Simone Inzaghi and his players shouldn't have regrets – with a bit of luck this could have gone their way.

Key stats City are the 23rd different team – and the sixth from England – to win the European Cup. Josep Guardiola is just the fourth coach to win the European Cup on three occasions. City are only the tenth team in history to complete a treble of league, cup and European Cup. Haaland finished as the competition's leading scorer with 12 goals. City are the 15th European Cup winners to remain unbeaten throughout their campaign (W8 D5). This was the fourth successive UEFA Champions League final to finish 1-0. Fantasy star performers To follow.

Line-ups Man City: Ederson; Akanji, Rúben Dias, Aké; Stones (Walker 82), Rodri; Bernardo Silva, De Bruyne (Foden 36), Gündoğan, Grealish; Haaland

Inter: Onana; Darmian (D'Ambrosio 84), Acerbi, Bastoni (Gosens 76); Dumfries (Bellanova 76), Barella, Brozović, Hakan Çalhanoğlu (Mkhitaryan 84), Dimarco; Martínez, Džeko (Lukaku 57)

What's next?

The 2023/24 UEFA Champions League begins with the preliminary round semi-finals on 27 June; the draw takes place on Tuesday 13 June. Both City and Inter will enter next season's competition in the group stage, the draw for which takes place on Thursday 31 August.

[cryptoto]

The Aston Villa star, who Manchester City wanted to sign, has returned to haunt Pep

Aston Villa He managed to achieve a wonderful victory over the struggling one Manchester CityBy defeating Villa Park 2-1. John Doran's goals Morgan Rogers He gave the Villans a 2-0 lead, before Phil Foden scored a consolation goal in the 93rd minute, making the score 2-1. Unai Emery's side He possessed 44% of the ballHe took 11 shots in the match, but still produced 1.67 xG and created four big…

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The Aston Villa star, who Manchester City wanted to sign, has returned to haunt Pep

Aston Villa He managed to achieve a wonderful victory over the struggling one Manchester CityBy defeating Villa Park 2-1. John Doran's goals Morgan Rogers He gave the Villans a 2-0 lead, before Phil Foden scored a consolation goal in the 93rd minute, making the score 2-1. Unai Emery's side He possessed 44% of the ballHe took 11 shots in the match, but still produced 1.67 xG and created four big…

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Manchester City got one goal back in extra time in the second half.

Phil Foden, who caught the ball in the middle, tried to shoot, and the shot was deflected off the Villa defender. Foden got the ball again, and with a left-footed 해외배팅사이트리스트shot, he drilled through the Villa goalkeeper.

However, the team's pursuit ended. Villa won the match 2-1. The victory pushed Villa to fifth with 28 points. Manchester City, on the other hand, fell to sixth 해외배팅사이트KRWplace in the Premier League with 27 points.

Manchester City has had the worst performance lately. Manchester City has been mired in slump since Guardiola's renewal of his contract. Guardiola 메이저사이트signed a two-year contract extension to lead the team until the summer of 2027, but has only won one game recently.

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Another Gamblefest ends in double disappointment.

England never quite got going and neither did our bets.

Neil and Tom were both missing on Declan Rice, Harry Kane and Phil Foden’s contributions while Alex’s bet didn’t quite come close - as one might expect from a 200/1 shot.

So the long and the short of it, is that all three of us lost again.

Final scores are:

Alex: £24.61 DOWN

Neil: £3.74 DOWN

Tom: £4.11 DOWN

So, what does it all mean?

Neil performed the best overall (although to be clear, if you don’t get a profit, you don’t win) with the second best final result of all time, behind his 2018 profit of 63p. It’s a £3.21 improvement on his previous second best total, set at the 2022 World Cup.

Tom is also on an upwards curve, breaking his record from 2022 with a new personal best, or least worst. His 2022 effort was £6.25 down, so it’s £2.14 better off.

For Alex, it’s been a tough tournament but not his worst overall. Of his five tournaments, this year sees his third best (and worst) finish - £1.61 better than his worst Euros effort in 2016 and £2.33 better than his worst overall at the 2018 World Cup.

To the overall loss performance. For the record, Alex has done three Euros and two world cups - Tom and Neil have an extra World Cup each. That means Tom and Neil have bet on 345 matches each while Alex is on 281.

Alex has crashed through a landmark barrier. He is now £101.32 down over his 281 matches at five tournaments - an average loss of 36p per game.

Neil is £65.71 down over 345 matches at six tournaments - an average loss of 19p per game.

Tom is £54.47 down over 345 matches at six tournaments - an average loss of 15.7p per game.

Tom and Neil have both improved on their overall average losses - Neil by 2p a game and Tom by 1.3p a game. Alex has dropped by 3p a game.

But still, there has still been just that solitary Neil win in 2018, to a further 16 failed attempts.

While it’s been decent fare for Tom and Neil (and thanks to free bets which he used on Copa America, an overall profit for Tom from the last month), Alex hasn’t really enjoyed it and it has felt like a slog.

That will be nothing compared to the 2026 tournament. The expanded World Cup will now feature 104 matches - an increase of 40 compared to previous world cups - and that increased spend reduces our interest in things.

We’ve discussed reducing the bets to 50p a match - although this takes cash outs out of the game effectively as the stake/odds are too low. The idea of spending £1 a match or only picking select fixtures doesn’t appeal either - and the timings of the tournament held in the USA, Canada and Mexico mean several matches may even be overnight.

So… this could be farewell to the Gamblefest. But then, we have said that before. Who knows?

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Spain Clinches Euro 2024 Title with Last-Minute 2-1 Victory Over England

Substitute Mikel Oyarzabal scored a dramatic late winner as Spain triumphed in the Euro 2024 final on Sunday, beating England 2–1 to re-establish themselves as a powerhouse on the international stage, ending England’s dream of securing their first title in nearly six decades.

England, as they had done throughout the tournament, came from behind when substitute Cole Palmer scored the equalizer in the 73rd minute, shortly after entering the game.

However, England’s resurgence was halted when Oyarzabal, the Real Sociedad forward, converted a cross in the 86th minute, securing Spain’s fourth European Championship and their third in the last five editions. Spain had previously won in 1964, 2008, and 2012, with the latter two titles bookending their 2010 World Cup victory during the golden era of Xavi Hernandez, Xabi Alonso, and Andres Iniesta.

While it remains to be seen if this generation, led by the brilliant Yamal who played just a day after his 17th birthday, can replicate the achievements of their predecessors, their victory was well-deserved.

Spain was the standout team throughout the tournament in Germany and remained unfazed by the predominantly pro-England crowd at the Olympiastadion.

England had hoped to secure their first men’s international title since their historic 1966 World Cup win but fell just short in their first-ever final on foreign soil. Following their penalty shootout defeat to Italy three years ago, they became the first team to lose back-to-back Euros finals.

Spain Overcome Rodri Injury

Spain dominated the game from the start, with England spending most of the first half chasing the ball. Neither team managed a shot on target until stoppage time at the end of the first half when Phil Foden’s effort from a Declan Rice free-kick was easily saved by goalkeeper Unai Simon.

Rodri’s injury occurred just before this, as he collided with teammate Aymeric Laporte while blocking a Kane shot. Spain’s standout holding midfielder was replaced by Martin Zubimendi at the restart.

Despite the potential disruption from Rodri’s absence, Spain quickly opened the scoring. Yamal, collecting a Dani Carvajal pass, darted inside and set up Williams, who scored with a low first-time shot across Jordan Pickford into the far corner.

England, needing to come from behind as they had in their previous knockout games, saw Southgate substitute Kane for Ollie Watkins, replicating the semi-final strategy against the Netherlands. Spain had opportunities to extend their lead, prompting their fans to chant ‘ole’ with each successful pass.

Southgate introduced Palmer for Kobbie Mainoo in an attempt to shift the momentum. Within three minutes, England equalized when Bukayo Saka’s cross was laid off by Jude Bellingham for Palmer, who scored with a low first-time shot.

Spain’s winner came four minutes from time, thanks to their super-sub Oyarzabal. He passed to Marc Cucurella on the left before racing into the middle to convert his teammate’s low cross, staying just onside.

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Ollie Watkins' Dramatic Goal Secures England's Spot in the Final

As tensions soared at the BVB Stadion, the unexpected hero of the night emerged from the bench. Ollie Watkins, with a brilliant strike, secured England's first final on foreign soil, highlighting Gareth Southgate’s masterful substitutions. In a thrilling match, England faced an early setback when Xavi Simons scored a stunning goal for the Netherlands. England’s response came through Harry Kane’s penalty, but they struggled to maintain momentum in the second half. When Southgate replaced Kane with Watkins, no one foresaw the game-changing impact. Ardfern, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Watkins’ decisive moment arrived when he received a pass from Cole Palmer, turned away from Stefan de Vrij, and delivered a powerful shot into the net. This goal, coupled with a strong defense, sent England to the final. The game started under dramatic conditions, with a torrential downpour failing to dampen the spirits. The Dutch fans turned the famous Yellow Wall into a sea of orange, setting the stage for an intense match. England's structural issues were apparent early on. Marc Guéhi’s headed clearance led to Declan Rice losing possession to Simons, who advanced and struck a powerful shot past Jordan Pickford. England, now behind for the third consecutive game, maintained composure with Kieran Trippier urging calmness. England, arranged in a 3-4-2-1 formation, showed promise with Jude Bellingham and Bukayo Saka leading the charge. Kane, looking rejuvenated, tested Dutch goalkeeper Bart Verbruggen. Saka’s persistent efforts led to a foul by Denzel Dumfries on Kane, resulting in a penalty. Kane confidently scored, leveling the match. As the game progressed, England pushed forward, with Trippier and Kyle Walker supporting the attack. Phil Foden nearly scored from long range, while Dumfries cleared another attempt off the line. The Netherlands’ defense wavered under pressure. Southgate’s tactical changes, including introducing Luke Shaw for better balance, initially seemed to lack urgency. The Dutch, compact in defense, made it difficult for England to find space. Pickford made crucial saves, keeping England in the game. England's energy waned as the match neared its conclusion. Southgate responded by bringing on Palmer and Watkins. The Netherlands continued to press, with Cody Gakpo posing a threat. Yet, England’s defense, led by Guéhi, stood firm. The breakthrough came as the match approached the 90th minute. Palmer’s precise pass found Watkins, who turned and scored, sealing England’s victory. The team now heads to Berlin to face Spain in the final, carrying a spirit of resilience and determination. This victory, marked by Watkins' heroics, adds to England’s series of defiant performances, including Bellingham’s spectacular goal against Slovakia and the penalty triumph over Switzerland. England's journey to the final is a testament to their depth and resilience. Read the full article