My Champion

Chapter 1

1 week later, Sophia's POV

It was Champions League final day. Liverpool were playing Chelsea at the San Siro stadium in Milan. The team had already won the Premier League, so were going for the double. I sat in my chair with Rebecca, my nieces and my dad, waiting for thematch to start. We were all wearing Liverpool shirts, personalised with 'Henderson' and a large 14 on the back.

Soon enough the players were walking out onto the pitch; the Liverpool team consisted of Alisson, TrentAlexander-Arnold, Joel Matip, Virgil van Dijk, Jordan, Thiago, Fabinho, Sadio Mane, Mo Salah, and Diogo Jota. Chelsea had fielded a very strong team too, so the game would be challenging, but I had no doubt our team could win.

The whistle blew to signify kick off. Liverpool were holding their own, and seemed to have most of the ball. We were creating the best chances, however Chelseawere defending well.

"That was such a good ball in, it's a shame the header wasn't on target." My dad said.

"Yeah, Trent's been lethal down the right so far – they're struggling to handle him." I observed.

"He's a prospect honestly, and such a humble young lad." Dad smiled.

The half-time whistle blew, and the game was 0-0. The fifteen minute break passed painfully slowly, but before long the game was getting underway again.

Both teams continued to struggle to find the back of the net, and the game was getting pretty tense. Liverpool were on the break again, this time down the left, and managed to win a corner. Trent went out to take the corner, and I could hardly believe what happened next. Trent's ball floated towards Jordan, who headed it goalwards.

The net bulged – Jordan had scored.

We all jumped out of our chairs, screaming and cheering – especially Dad. He wanted nothing more than to watch Jordan lift another trophy, but for him to score in the final was the cherry on top of the cake.

Chelsea only had ten minutes to find an equaliser. It was a slow, painful ten minutes, but we did it. We won the game.

The second the final whistle blew, Liverpool were European Champions. Some players dropped to the floor straight away, and others ran into a group hug. It had to be said, I felt a bit bad for the Chelsea players – losing in a final sucks. We'd been there before; it's not a nice feeling.

I could tell Jordan was crying tears of happiness at the team's achievement. He spotted us in the crowd and made his way over. Dad made his way down the steps to meet Jordan at the barricade. They shared a hug and chatted for a bit before Jordan had to go and prepare for the trophy lift. He gave the rest of us a wave on his way back.

Soon enough, the podium was set up and the Liverpool players were handed their winners medals as they made their way up to the podium. Jordan was last, and hewas handed the trophy too.

After the classic Hendo shuffle, Jordan lifted the trophy. The crowd screamed and cheered in support of the players.

Before long, the families were allowed to join the players on the pitch. Rebecca let the girls say a quick 'hello' to their dad before she took them back to the hotel to put them to bed – it was rather late. I wrapped my brother in a big hug.

"I'm so proud of you Jord." I smiled. "I always thought we'd win, but you scoring the winning goal made it even better."

"You'll have to thank this man." Jordan said, giving Trent a clap on the backas he walked past.

"Hmm?" Trent frowned.

"I was just telling Soph that I have you to thank for my goal." Jordan told him.