My Champion

Chapter 4

Sophia's POV

The day had finally arrived – England's first game of the tournament.

The World Cup had officially kicked off four days ago, and waiting for our first game had been agonising; I just wanted to watch the team play and get a feel for the tournament.

But Phoebe and I had been having fun – we'd spent some time at the pool, and made good use of the private beach at the hotel. The entertainment centre was showing all the games from the tournament so we'd spent some time in there eyeing up the competition. So far France and Brazil had seemed to be big threats.

"Soph, your brother's here!" Phoebe called from the lounge.

What on earth was Jordan doing here?

I left my room and headed through to the lounge, where Jordan was stood at the door.

"Y'alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What are you doing here?" I frowned.

"I had to give you a present before I left." Jordan smirked, handing me a gift bag with a present inside wrapped in red paper with gold stars on.

"Okay..." I replied, a little confused as I took the present out the bag and tore the paper off.

Inside was an England shirt, personalised with 'Henderson' and Jordan's squad number, 8, on the back.

"Will you wear it?" He questioned.

"Of course I will." I smiled. "Thank you."

"No worries." Jordan replied. "I've gotta go meet the others to get the coach, but I'll see you after the game, yeah?"

"Yep. Good luck." I said.

"Thank you." Jordan responded, before heading off to go to the game.

"What did Hendo want?" Phoebe asked, entering the living room.

"He wanted to give me this." I answered, holding up my new shirt.

"Ooh, I love it! We can be matching." Phoebe said, signalling to her England shirt.

It was the same as mine apart from hers was personalised with 'Mount' and Mason's squad number, 19.

"I'm gonna go change into my new shirt." I told Phoebe. 

I quickly returned to my room and swapped the shirt I was wearing for my new England one before heading back to the lounge.

Since today's game was in Seville, we would be flying down to the game – a private jet for the family of the players would be leaving soon, so Phoebe and I headed to the airport.

We were led straight out to the plane, and took two seats next to each other.

"So, what do you think the score's gonna be in the game?" Phoebe asked me as the plane took off.

"I dunno – I'm glad we've got this one first, it's gonna be the most difficult in the group. I think the result in this game could determine whether or not we even make it past the group stages or not." I replied.

"You're right – Columbia are a pretty good team. Especially with Luis Diaz up front." Phoebe said.

"Yeah – I hope Gareth starts Jordan and Trent – they know what he's like as a player so may be able to deal with him." I said.

"Yeah, but on the contrary he'll know exactly how they play, so it may be easier for him to get past them." Phoebe pointed out.

"Ah, that's true." I realised. "Whoever Gareth plays, I just hope we can win."