(Third Person pov)
Warmups were quick, there was no interactions in between the teams, Jack remained focused on his while Matt took some freekicks for fun.
"Do not foul him! Never near the box, a freekick for him is like handing him a free goal" instructed Wenger to Arsenal defenders.
Though he had little to no hope in that regard, he knew he was asking his players to stop playing the way they are most comfortable in.
After long twenty minutes, it was time.
Arsenal stood in their red, lined up inside the tunnel. There were refrees standing infront of them.
Everton players arrived one by one and stood near the other edge of the tunnel.
Matt walking, wearing his white shirt and a coat glanced at the Arsenal players.
Jack met his eyes, they both leave their lines and hugged.
Phil didn't like that, neither the Arsenal players. There was a huge camera broadcasting this live.
"Do your best" said Jack patting Matt's shoulder.
"You too bro" said Matt, he also hugged Theo Walcott.
Both joined their teammates, nobody said anything to Matt, in Everton nobody did that. Except Phil, Arteta or David Moyes the manager himself.
"You couldn't wait the game to end ?" Said Samir Nasri, he was standing behind Jack.
"No, it's been 3 months since I last saw him" said Jack, they had never been seperated this long.
"Same goes for me" said Theo, chewing on orbit.
"focus on the game boys" said their captain Kolo Touré.
They quite down, Mascots lined up next to them.
Matt greeted the little girl and took her hand. He glanced outside, it was raining.
He quickly took off his coat and put it over her and bent down.
"Just a second" he reassured her, pulling the chain up.
"That's good, you okay?" He asked, to which she nodded hurriedly with a smile, her cheeks red with cold.
"Thankyou" she said, moving up her sleeves, to free her hand.
'I don't understand why they don't give kids protection from rain' he thought looking around and seeing little kids shivering.
The little girl adjusted the hood, you could only see her face, she looked like a walking coat.
One by one they walked into the field, Wenger stood on right side while David on the left, both shook hands and seperated.
Looking around there was a dot of blue in the sea of red, the away stand was packed, both sets of fans showing middle fingers too eachother.
The weather was not showing any signs of slowing down, it was pouring.
The little girl looked at Matt from time to time, it was a little hard for her to grab his hands because of the long sleeves.
Coat's sleeve was pinching her little hand, but she didn't said anything, she didn't want him to take that coat away from her.
"Playing in number 10, Matthew Delevigne" announced in the speaker.
"Booo" came a large sound from the audience.
"Delevigne is a wanker!"
"Traitor!"
"Let me punch your pretty face"
At the same time, Everton fans roared. Cheering Matt with as much sound five thousand people could produce.
"Go Delevigne!"
"The best, Shove it up their Arse"
"Kill the reds"
Matt smiled and clapped at the away fans, which made them louder, while he promptly ignored the bitter Arsenal fans.
The girl looked at her sleeve distraught, her hands were now fully covered.
'How would be hold my hand now' she wondered looking up at him, which caused water to hit her face.
Matt looked down, he grabbed her hand over the coat making her blink with confusion, it put out her worries.
Shaking hands with players, each one seizing them up, a tug on the hand, slight pressure on palms, intentionally shaking too hard.
Matt didn't retaliate, he was too busy to soak in the moment, the sky was crying for his return at home, nothing else could faze him.
The fans in the stands, the music blasting, teammates cheering, he couldn't hear anything.
The little girl pried her hand and went away with the other kids off the field, Matt stood there.
Jack had been watching him from the other side, he too felt in awe, they had started playing in his garden to Emirates stadium.
And he stood there, his hair soaked, hands on his waist, still had that pretty face that made him jealous of his bro.
Jack had played few games here, the feeling was fading away with time, and today he was happy, and excited to play against Matt.
"Things don't look so good Jack" said Walcott, glancing at the quiet Matt who stood at the half line.
"Id be happy with a draw" said Jack in return.
"Me too bro. Me too" said Theo with a sigh.
"Do you think he would go easy on me, we are buds after all?" Said Theo, his hand on his mouth.
"He's going to destroy us today, I've seen him like this few times.. the best advice I can give you is.. fake and injury in first ten minutes" said Jack giving Theo a pitying look as he moved towards the halfway line.
Theo sighed again, "Stop raining! God's" he said looking up, rubbed his hands and got ready.
'I had not become a professional player, just to loose my willpower. And knowing Matt, he'd be disappointed if I don't put up a fight' thought Theo.
He glanced at his teammates, they were way too relaxed, Samir had his usual cocky grin, Mikael Silvestre and Gael Clichy were talking with a smile.
Wenger, he looked serious. Hand's in his pants pocket he gazed at his team with an intensity.
The teams got ready, Matt walked up to his defencive position, standing just beside Fabregas, he bent down a little and took a running stance, waiting for the whistle.
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"How did he miss that! It was a tap in!" Exclaimed Christiano Ronaldo as he saw Yakubu miss the second goal scoring opportunity.
"He missed that cause he's shit bro" said Ferdinand chilling on a sofa, with a beer in his hand.
"Heh, not everyone is you Christiano!" Said Patrice Evra.
All of them were in Christiano's house, he had invited them to watch Everton vs Arsenal match together.
Usually they don't watch these games, but today their boss had allowed them to be free.
"Still, how's he playing for a premier league club. Their number 10 is carrying the team" said Dimitar Berbatov, forward of Manchester United.
"Yes, number 10 is good" said Ronaldo nodding.
'I would have scored a hattrick before half time if I received those passes.' he thought looking at the screen.
"First 10 minutes are all Everton, that boy is running. Like proper running. Look at him press, it's like his life depends on it" said Patrice, his eyes wide as Matt create pressure on Fabregas.
"Quite, Arsenal on the attack" said Ferdinand, he leaned in, and Watched Arsenal pass around the Everton's box, there were Jack and Van Persie inside.
Ronaldo was paying attention infront of the goal, it was perfect, a simple cross, a header, it's a goal. Other's didn't see it, he did.
Denílson had the ball, Matt slide, the ball went outside the playing field. A clean tackle in front of the box.
"Good tackle, I'm impressed. If Christiano and Becks had a kid, it'll be him" said Ferdinand pointing at the screen which showed Matt's face.
"Hey!" Exclaimed Ronaldo, pointing at Ferdinand. Making everyone laugh.
"Haha, the kid's showing Phil how to defend" laughed Gary, looking at his brother in the screen.
"Yup, Phil needs to step up. Poor lad looks frustrated" said Ryan Giggs.
"Oh, they've got the ball" said Patrice, clicking his fingers.
Lescott crossed the ball to Matt, and immediately three players press Matt leaving their markers free.
Matt, didn't pass. He ran down through the middle, past Theo Walcott, Cesc Fàbregas in a second.
"Wanker! Wanker!" Chanted the crowd, it could be heard over the television.
The camera showed Yakubu demanding the ball, making a run behind Alex song, only to be ignored by Matt.
He was bulldozing through the defence, he got close enough.
He did a feint and "Bam" he hit the ball hard with his left foot making ball flew through a gap and hitting the net.
"Woah" Exclaimed Ronaldo, Patrice whistled.
"Why isn't he playing as a Striker! That shot was insane" said Patrice looking at Matt who raised his hands and clapped, he didn't celebrate the goal.
The crowd was still chanting slurs but he didn't care, a big smile on his face.
"That's his 10th goal btw, in 6 games he has played. He's on top of you Christiano" said Berbatov in his accent.
Ronaldo smiled he didn't mind the comparison, the boy was playing well. Mendes had already told him about Everton's player.
"I like his assists better" said Ronaldo looking at Ryan Giggs who looked bewildered.
"That was not cool! You selling me out for a brat. See you on the field tomorrow" said Ryan Giggs making everyone laugh.
"Nah, gigsy is a league above him. He can't control the tempo of the play. Too young for that" said Ferdinand, he truly believed that.
"You can teach him, here at United" said Patrice making everyone's eyes widen.
"You want him here?" Asked Ronaldo, he liked the idea of playing with that number 10.
"You don't? Lets be honest.. giggsy is getting old, it maybe his last season. If we get him, he can train the boy as his heir" said Patrice.
Ryan Giggs didn't look offended, he had already talked about his retirement with the boys, he was the most senior players along with Gary Neville, and Ferdinand.
"It's up to boss" said Ryan, he knows players don't have an ounce of control at United, everything is overseen by Sir Alex Ferguson.
"Ah, The red Devil. I forgot about him for a second there" said Patrice with a sigh, making Neville and Ferdinand laugh.
Ronaldo too had a smile on his face, he looked at the screen, players ruffled Matt's hairs, Yakubu though looked a little bummed making Ronaldo Scowl.
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Everton 4-1 Arsenal
Half time
"Are we watching the second half?" Asked Ferdinand to the quiet room.
Patrice Evra, Christiano Ronaldo, Ryan Giggs, Gary Neville, Dimitar Berbatov.
"Do we have to" said Gary Neville, he had seen enough.
'The boy.. no Matthew Delevigne, he had destroyed Arsenal, gone was the long ball and through balls. After 10 minutes he stopped passing to their striker even if he begged.' thought Ronaldo.
He had been in awe of the finishing, that boy reminded him of Marco Van Basten, the balence, the style, the finishing.
"He's not letting them breath! Look at Fabregas, poor lad" said Ryan Giggs.
'Didnt he said something similar about Delevigne?' thought Neville shaking his head.
"Aye, Boss would substitute me after 5, if I took those shots from outside the box" said Ryan Giggs.
"Yup, I doubt he could control that boy" said Patrice.
"Why is that?" Asked Ferdinand.
Patrice looked at everyone, "Well, he sees potential, right? And that boy is way past the potential point... " Said Patrice not finding his words.
"What are you talking about? That's Sir Alex Ferguson, and you're saying he won't be able to manage a 16 year old?" Said Neville, there was slight haughtiness in his voice.
"No, what I'm saying is, He's not Ronaldo or Messi who's name we speak because of the potential both of them have.
We talk about Delevigne because of the performance he showed. He's way past potential talks. That's different." Said Patrice Evra making everybody pause.
"It's just one season, he'll quite down when defenders study his play" said Ronaldo, the same had happened to him, constantly evolving his game had made him the man he is today.
"Do you think Arsenal didn't study before this game? That's ridiculous Christiano" said Patrice now looking at Ronaldo.
"C'mon, Chill Patrice. Lets see how he performs in the second half" said Ferdinand, he liked the straightforwardness of Patrice, but it also annoyed him sometimes.