Short stories about your favourite people

Part 9

Trippier was walking to the pitch to train, until he saw the most peculiar sight.
He saw that the england training ground pitch had been covered in wheatabix and milk, and chilwell was in a food coma in the corner of the pitch, now weighing a whopping 134 stone.

He walked over to chilly slapping him awake of his wheatabix coma and screaming "WTF have you done to the pitch 12 wheatabix is bloody enough"

"BUT ITS NOT ENOUGH FOR ME. I JUST WOKE UP AND YOUR ALREADY SCREAMING IN MY FACE. Just fuck off", chilly cried as he slid to the floor.
Chilly was too upset to even want to eat the bix anymore. he pulled his thumb up to his mouth and sucked it. it soothed him.
Sucking his thumb only helped him for a few mins. Chilly suddenly feeling the need to pull himself up and get more wheatabix but with a twist

Piss. That was the magic ingredient he needed. Wheatabix and piss. Why had he never thought of that. He took a spoonful and closed his eyes, enjoying every second of the pissy bix. such a devine, exquisite dish. No matter how many were in the bowl, it would always be delicious.

Chilly tried to give out his pissy bix to some other England team mates but they all refused apart from one. Grealish. Without using his one brain cell Jack staring eating the pissy bix.
"this is amazing bro" grealish exclaimed.3 weeks later chilly and grealish quit their career in footbal and started a piss box stand.