LOST ON YOU

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The Euros final in Germany—a momentous occasion, filled with anticipation and determination. While the memories of England's loss to Italy in 2020 linger, this time feels different. Four years have shaped us, strengthened us, and now we stand ready.

Facing Spain presents its challenges, perhaps even greater than those of Italy. Yet, with unwavering belief and resilience, we approach the match. Win or lose, our journey as a nation and as a team fills us with pride.

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Twenty minutes into the game and our captain, Harry, goes down after a serious clash. I stand by his side, urging him to soldier on until halftime.

Seeing he can't continue, I signal to Southgate for a substitution. Phil is ready, and with the help of the medical team, I assist Harry off the pitch.

"Here," Harry hands me the captain's armband.

"I'll pass it to Dec," I suggest.

"No!"

"John?"

Harry takes the armband back, placing it on my arm. "It's yours, mate. I trust you! Go out there and make me proud, golden boy!"

"Noo!"

"Yes," Harry nods.

I shake my head again, more firmly this time. "I can't, Harry," I repeat, my voice steady despite the nerves swirling inside me.

But Harry's resolve remains unwavering, his eyes locking onto mine with unwavering determination. "You can, Kai," he insists, his voice filled with conviction. "Age is just a number. You've got what it takes to lead this team."

His words resonate with me, stirring something deep within my chest. With a deep breath, I accept the armband, feeling the weight of responsibility settle onto my shoulders.

As Harry leaves the pitch, I take a moment to gather my thoughts, steeling myself for the task ahead. With each step I take onto the field, I remind myself of the trust Harry has placed in me, drawing strength from his belief in my abilities.

The first half was uneventful, with both teams locked in a stalemate. As we retreated to the changing room during halftime, I made my way to my locker, intent on returning the captain's armband to its rightful owner. But as I extended my hand to pass it to anyone, Harry shook his head, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Before I could protest, our manager intervened, his voice filled with quiet authority. "Kai, keep it," he said firmly, his gaze meeting mine. "The team trusts you. Harry trusts you. You've earned this."

I looked around the room, seeking reassurance from my teammates. But instead of reluctance or hesitation, I found only unwavering support reflected in their eyes. They nodded in agreement with the manager's words, a silent affirmation of their confidence in me.

The second half started with a bang, and we were barely five minutes in when Cole Palmer, eager to make an impact, went in for a late challenge on a Spanish player. The Spaniard went down rolling, clutching his leg, and the next thing we knew, the Spanish players swarmed around Cole, shouting and pushing.

"Hey, back off!" I shouted, rushing over to Cole's side. I pushed a few of the Spanish players away, trying to shield the young boy from their anger.