mason mount and y/n

woah

After multiple flights of stairs, we finally made it to the top floor. They must've had a lift somewhere around the vast perimeter of the pitch, however, if there was one, we had failed to find it. We walked up and down many corridors, unable to find the one of which our box was located. The hallways were wide and spacious, each wall painted white apart from the feature wall collaged with the flags of the countries participating in the tournament. I found myself staring, trying to find an England flag, and once I spotted one, feeling a sense of pride in my country.

"Y/n, did he say we were box two?" Daisy asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure."

"Well, I found it," she said, pointing discretely down the corridor. There was a guard outside the room labelled 'Box Two' presumably because of the switch of the tickets. We handed her our tickets, she ripped off the end, and then opened the large wooden door, gesturing for us to enter.

From being stuck in hallways with no direct connection to the outdoors to walking into a large room with a window for a wall had a huge impact on my eyes. For a moment everything went white and then a glimpse of green emerged as the spectacular view of the pitch became visible.

"Woah," Daisy said. She walked around the room touching random objects as she roamed. The clock had just struck 5:30, only half an hour longer until kick-off. Only half an hour until I could see his face again.

I followed Daisy to the deep sofa just ahead of the window. She sat down but I carried on walking until my forehead came in contact with the glass. The crowd was roaring in the stadium already, singing along to the belters exiting the giant speakers. I stared in awe. This had already exceeded all my expectations, my stomach filled with excitement as the adrenaline hit me. I looked down on all the people below me, my phobia of heights enhancing the excitement. I felt safe up here, I felt at home.

Just as all existent sound was slowly dying away as I was becoming absorbed in my feels, my ears woke with three sharp knocks on the door. Daisy faced me with a confused expression and preceded to stand up and hesitantly walk to the entrance.

"Bonjour, voulez-vous des snacks ou des boissons?" The women spoke so fluently that my uncultured brain could barely understand a word.

"Y/n, do you want anything to eat?" Daisy said, smirking at the fact that she had to translate for me.

"I'm alright actually, could I get a Coke though?" I said to Daisy timidly, slightly embarrassed as the woman stared at me. 

Daisy turned to face the woman again and smiled. "Pourrions-nous avoir, s'il vous plaît, deux cocas, trois paquets de chips au sel et au vinaigre, deux paquets de chips salées et deux sacs de M&M's à la cacahuète." The woman began picking up multiple bags of crisps and some M&Ms. "What, I have loads of money since we didn't pay for the tickets," she smirked at me again, this time with a little more spice in her eyes. "Merci beaucoup." She handed the woman her card and waved her goodbye once the transaction was complete.

With the abundance of snacks in her arms, Daisy waddled over to the sofa and dropped them all dramatically. 

All of a sudden, a loud(ish, I may be exaggerating) noise came thundering (again, a bit of exaggeration) through the speakers. It sounded like someone I know. I realised that it was the commentary of the match.

"I don't think Gareth Southgate will bring on Jack Grealish straight away, he might put someone like Saka upfront initially and then bring Grealish on to save the game later on if it is not going our way. Anyway Gary, what do you think?"

For some reason, this year FIFA had decided to not put out the lineups before the match. You have to watch who walks out to sing the national anthem for the team to finally be revealed.

"I don't know Ian, I reckon you're right about Jack Grealish, Southgate doesn't like to start him very often. I think it will be Stones, Walker, Maguire and Luke Shaw at the back obviously with Pickford. They provide good stability and protection for the rest of the team when playing well. It'll be Kane, Sterling and Greenwood at the front to start with Ian, I don't think Bukayo Saka will be the first choice either. After putting Greenwood on the team for the first time this year, I think it's a good choice to start him at the beginning of the tournament rather than later on if we make it far. I think Southgate will go for a primarily attacking squad, so I'll  go for only Declan Rice in defensive midfield and then put Phil Foden and Mason Mount in the middle to attack..."

The moment I heard his name my heart skipped a tiny beat, I'd noticed this happened a lot since I saw him again with Declan.

"So Frank, being a member of Chelsea yourself, what do you think about your star player Mason Mount."

"I think he's an amazing asset to Gareth's team, to be honest, Gary. He's improved hugely since last summer's Euros, and even then he had a pivotal role in the squad. He works amazingly with Rice and Foden in the middle, and has the opportunities and skill to score amazing goals for the team relatively regularly..."

Hearing Frank Lampard talk of Mason in such a positive way just enhanced the feeling I had before. My stomach was filled with pride and passion for him and the team, just ten more minutes until he hopefully walks out onto the pitch.