(Third person pov)
(16 July 2008)
Everton vs Blackburn Rovers
Goodison Park
Full time.
Everton 4-3 Blackburn Rovers.
[Commentary box]
"Astounding, magnificent, what else can I say about this young man! " Howled Mike.
"A late match winner, amazing assist from Arteta as well, but my word that finish!" Said Kevin making italian hand signs.
"And just look at the delight of Everton fans, it's the first game of the season. The very first game" said Mike.
"What a win, David Moyes. He put so much faith in a youngster, and now we know why" said Kevin.
"Indeed, now we go to Mark Pougatch who's with the captain of the winning team" said Mike.
[Box end]
Adam, Tom and Charles made their way towards the car, the three of them were absent mindedly moving, they were crashing out due to excessive release of adrenaline during the game.
"I came here to chill, and watch my son play... It was anything but chill" said Adam.
"It's going to get noise now Adam they will be outside your home, asking you constantly for interviews, you'll now understand what it means to be father of a star" said smug charles.
Tom and Adam just looked at him and didn't say anything.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Asked charles looking flustered.
"How many times have people asked you about Cara?" Asked Adam.
"Many times!" Exclaimed Charles.
"Exactly how much?" said Tom.
"TWICE! they recognised me from a interview!" He said with a cheerfully.
"And how many interviews have you given?" Asked Adam.
"I'm not talking to you anymore" said Charles. Adam laughed looking at his big brother.
Tom too chuckled, he liked their banter.
Charles glanced at grinning Tom who was lost in his own world, "You, forget about my daughter, Or im going to shave that already bald forehead of yours" he said glaring at Tom.
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"Phil a great game, Everton played exceptional. Tell me about the performance, did you expected Delevigne to do that?" Asked Pougatch, he was wearing a black suit , a earpiece in his ears.
Phil looked tired, he was taking deep breaths, his shirt clung to his frame as he wiped his forehead listening to Pougatch.
"Yes, well he's been here for over a month now, and seeing him in training day in and day out. So yea, we expected that from him" he said with a smile.
Pougatch smiled hearing, "Now, A hattrick in his premier league debut, he's the second to achieve that ever in history, how do you feel about that?"
"It shows his potential honestly, he's developing as a player, and I look forward to playing with him more"
"The Blackburn players almost made a comback, did you feel there was any problem with your defence?" He asked, his smile turned a little screwed, but the camera was now on Phil's face.
"They played really well, the first goal was good. About the defence, it's the first game of the season, coach is trying new tactics, combinations, there's room for improvement obviously, you'll see in our upcoming games" said Phil.
He was having done with the interviews, he was here to protect Matt, David had sent him off to the dressing room, there will be no interviews from Matt's side.
"About Delevigne, did David tell you about his signing beforehand? Were you involved or he didn't tell you?"
Phil almost punched his face. He calmed himself down, 'Its his job. It's his job' he repeated in his head.
"Fellani was gone, we needed a attacking midfielder, David didn't tell me about his age but did told me about signing a youth team player, I just didn't know how good he was" said Phil.
"Cheers mate, enjoy the well deserved win" said
Pougatch.
"Cheers" said Phil shaking hands as he left with Man of the match trophy given by sky sports to Matt.
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"Wilshere is generational, I give props to the Delevigne lad, but you can't deny that." Said Dan Roebuck, he shook his head from side to side.
"And Delevigne's not generational? Scoring a hattrick in his debut!" Exclaimed Nat Coombs.
"Look I get it Dan, you're emotional about him leaving Arsenal for Everton, but here at Arsenal TV, we present truth, and the truth is that, he's slightly worse than Wilshere" said Tom Watt.
"Hahaha, you had me in the first half, not gonna lie" said Nat.
The three of them were sitting on a red sofa, red background, red mics in hand.
"It's his mentality, he left Arsenal as soon as it got hard for him. He didn't fight for his spot like Wilshere did, a player with that mentality is deemed to be forgotten" said Dan, now looking like a proper football pundit.
"I give you that, he should've atleast showed character, he played well today though, 3 goals, a good start for ex Arsenal youth player" said Nat, his smile a little stiff.
"Heh, those goals were bang average compared to Wilshere's, and with Henry recovering, it's Invincible 2.0 time baby" said Dan, making Tom laugh.
"It's seems Dan's got a crush, we've found a photo actually of Delevigne and Wilshere together" said Tom.
A picture appeared on TV, Matt and Jack, wearing lion makeup for fansy dress competition at school, Jack had his arm slung around Matt.
"He should have dressed like a snake" said Dan with a scoff.
"Are we not gonna talk about the Henry celebration?" Asked Nat.
"Did he? I didn't see. I was busy, who watches a of bottom feeder teams. They're getting relegated anyways." Said Dan raising a few eyebrows.
"Anyways, tonight at Arsenal TV, we've got a special guest. Please welcome Mark Randall, a friend of Arsenal's best Academy graduate, Jack Wilshere.
Welcome Mark" said Tom, he stood up and shook hands with Mark who looked a little nervous.
"Hi, Hello. It's good to be here, I used to see you guys on TV, and ya" said Mark greeting Dan and Nat.
"So Mark, how did you met Jack? I heard you guys were inseparable as kids" said Tom with a laugh.
"We were nine, and he was good with the ball. The best infact. I just wanted to be like him, so I asked him to teach me, soon we became best friends" said Mark with a smile, he looked distant as if reminiscing.
"Oh, tell us more about his childhood, what drove him to become a beast like that" said Dan now Excited to know about his favourite player.
"Jack, he comes from a humble beginnings, he never talked about it or asked for sympathy. He's too strong for that.
Only me and Matt knew about that. Delevigne used to make jokes in his expense, we were just kids. It was all good fun.
The three of us were really tight-"
Matt turned off the TV, he couldn't watch anymore, he was this close to throw something at it.
"I didn't remember these three was this insufferable" said Matt to himself.
He knew the Arsenal fans would come after him, he would have done the same so he get it. But Mark, he hadn't expected him to come out like that and lie openly.
"Who am I kidding, of course he would pull something like this" said Matt.
Mark was known to be a sore loser in the academy, and here he was tarnishing Matt's image to the ground.
His phone rang, "ya" he said in a tired voice.
"Nice goals today, bro. A hattrick?" said Jack in a jolly voice.
"You would have scored if you hadn't miss shots" said Matt with a laugh.
"Well I'm just getting started" said Jack with a hint of frustration.
"You seeing that shit?" He asked.
"I saw that shit" said Matt.
"Don't worry, I'll take of it. Worry about how bad your striker is" said Jack.
"Heh, Never did, and Yakubu's a goner, I'll rather play Arteta upfront" said Matt with a scoff.
"He didn't look happy, you scored 3 and him 0" said Jack.
"It's his problem not mine, I did gave him chances"
"Now, sleep." Said Matt with a yawn.
"Yup" said Jack hanging up the phone.
(Pov end)
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(Matt's pov)
"Ahh" I groned, my shoulder's still throbbing, and my body's sore.
It's good we've got no training today, I'm having trouble getting up.
(Ring)
"Who's that in the morning" grumbled Matt as he looked for his phone.
"Hello captain" I said in a neutral voice.
"Is that really you? I have to say you sing very well" said Phil.
"What?" All my drowsiness disappeared.
"Oh, you haven't seen it yet? It's on YouTube. And don't go outside, if you want something call Steve or Mikel" he said hanging up the phone.
"I'll take care of it", I rememberd that's what that idiot had said.
Walking to the living room I saw my laptop, macbook pro and logged on to YouTube.
"Bastard! I should've known", it was on number 1 trending.
In just one night the video had received 432K views, the thumbnail was nothing much, a picture of me and Jack dressed as lions.
I clicked on the video titled by song name, but paused it as soon it started and moved down to comments.
@tussoticut
The drums! Kid's got potential
@pokepikapi
A really good song! I cried, I'm 45 years old
@micllejack
Cute kids, good song.
@tim4tan
I'm dying of cuteness, did you see them headshake like lions! So cute!
The comment had more than 2K likes, I winced a little, mom had been our choreographer, nobody should have seen this embarrassing video! Nobody!
I almost teared up.
Taking deep breaths, I scrolled up and pressed play button.
I saw Jack in his lion costume and makup setting on a drum set.
I walked in a same costume, towards a mic-ed up piano.
I looked at Jack and nodded at him, behind us stood out class teacher, encouraging us with clapping.
He started to play drums.
(Stressed out - Twenty One Pilots)
We were good, offbeat at some places, but good for two 13 year-old kids.
I smiled a little looking at the video, we had done so much to prepare for this show. Jack couldn't sing to save his dear life, I taught him to play drums, only this song.
Mum was the one recording, she had teased me a lot after that show, I didn't even let her show this video to family!
I glanced at the description of the video.
'Brothers', that's it. That was the description, I facepalmed.
@catsome
They both are adorable cat pups! I wanna cuddle!
Yup I quite after reading that. I then had the gaal to open twitter, I shouldn't have.
@Wilshire09
"A fancy dress with my bro, people talking shit can eat it back." And then there was link to the YouTube video.
|>@Wespos5
"He can Act, sing and play football, while looking good world is so unfair! I want a refund god!"
|>@ChampionsOfEurope replied to @Wespos5
"Plays for Everton, I think that cancel everything out"
Now there was a war, shutting down. I called the genius Jack, I could hear the smug voice he'll talk, he did after doing a catastrophic Shit and telling me each detail about it.
"Bastard's not picking up!" I said, he better be ready.
Soonit was noon, I had gotten call by David, the team's owner wanted to meet me, he also asked me to bring the shirt I wore yesterday.
Heh, I told him I gave it away to a fan. I didn't.
Grandma had already called me before the match.
So, I was talking my boots, they'll have to make do with that.
I locked the door, and move out to see a black Mercedes parked, it was sent by the owners to pick me up.
(Pov end)