LIVE FAST. DIE YOUNG.

THE GAME

It was a cheerful afternoon in the stadium for Sutherlands. They were playing Drawnottmore and Sutherlands were definitely eligible for a win. The new player, Myshoe, strutted out from the tunnel, ready to face the big game for his debut.

The grass is neatly trimmed and glistening under the sunlight, the lines marking the boundaries and goal areas are crisp and white, standing out against the white turf. The air is filled with the sounds of excited chatter and the rhythmic thud of the ball being kicked. The shadows of the goalposts stretch long and slender across the field, and a gentle breeze carries the faint scent of freshly cut grass. Players, clad in vibrant football tops, move energetically, their movements fluid and purposeful, as spectators watch intently from the sidelines, cheering and calling out encouragement.

He took a deep breath and looked at the ground as his name was called out, "Coming off is Frank Gussteil and coming on, making his big debut is Edouardo Myshoe!"

Loud cheers erupted from his name being called, as he walked into the pitch he scanned the seats, looking for her. His Scarlett.

He also saw their son, Liam Myshoe, sat next to her with noise cancelling headphones on as he was only 4. He had bright blonde hair and sky blue eyes, not looking like any of his parents.

As the game started, Scarlett sat back and watched her man play with the ball. As she watched she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Hey Scarlett how do you think the game is going?" she rolled her eyes looking away from him first so he did not see.

"Hi Fanny, it's fine.." she tried to be dry so he would stop talking.

"Andddddd who is this cheeky little one here?!" He tried to tickle Liams' cheek but he started crying when he saw the older man.

"It's Liam. Fanny, you've met him before at his birthday party the other week."

"Ahhhh yes, his 7th birthday was very memorable, your polka dot dress was stunning that day."

"Fanny, his is only 4 and you're talking about the hospital gown when i was giving birth.."

"Oh well either way-" but Fanny got cut off before he could finish his sentence as the football got flown into his face.

Scarlett was absolutely baffled but realisation kicked in and happiness filled her as she saw Edouardo was the one that kicked it and she laughed. Oh how she loved the French. 

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The game was finished and Scarlett carried Liam to the exit so therefore he could see his dad after the game. Edouardo managed to score a goal that game. He slid it right through the enemies legs and it landed in the goal. He then ran towards the crowds, lifting his hand up against his ear and raised his other one, enticing the cheer to increase. It was oh so memorable.

"Look, Liam! There's daddy!" Scarlett sang as she saw her Eddie leaving the camp.

They looked over to the carpark where their car was parked.

In the stillness of the night, a scarlet red Ferrari commands attention, parked under the soft glow of a streetlamp. The car's sleek, aerodynamic curves catch the light, casting subtle reflections that accentuate its bold, aggressive lines. The deep red paint gleams with a polished finish, appearing almost liquid under the soft illumination, and hints of shadows play across its surface, highlighting the contours of the hood and the sharp edges of the fenders.The Ferrari's iconic prancing horse emblem glints proudly on the front grille, a symbol of its power and prestige. The low, wide stance of the vehicle gives it a poised, ready-to-pounce appearance, while the large alloy wheels with their intricate design stand out against the darkness of the pavement.The interior, glimpsed through the slightly tinted windows, hints at luxury and sophistication, with the leather seats and high-tech dashboard just visible. The quiet of the night amplifies the car's presence, making it feel like a sleeping beast, momentarily at rest but always ready to roar to life. Surrounding the Ferrari, the night is still and quiet, the shadows deep and the air cool. The scarlet red paint seems almost to pulsate with latent energy, a vibrant contrast against the muted tones of the nocturnal world. This Ferrari, even at rest, exudes a sense of speed, power, and elegance, a masterpiece of automotive artistry waiting for the dawn.

This is Scarlett's car that she got gifted by Michael Schumacher before he went skiing. As they walked over to the car, Edouardo (Eddie) started with a common row, again.

"I can't believe you're defending Mr. Butler again, Scarlett! He's clearly not doing enough to help our son with his maths." It was Liam's parents evening the night before and Eddie was making up excuses for them to change Liam's teacher as he had a clear and visible crush on Scarlett.

"Eddie, you're overreacting. Mr. Butler is a good teacher. Our son just has problems that is not his fault. Maybe he just needs to put a little bit more effort into his work."

"More effort? He spends hours on his homework every night and still struggles. If Mr. Butler were a better teacher, our son wouldn't be having these problems."

"That's not fair, Eddie. Not every student learns the same way. Maybe our son needs extra help outside of class."

"Why should we have to get him extra help? Isn't that what the teacher is for? Mr. Mitton should be finding ways to reach him during school hours."

Teachers have dozens of students, Eddie. It's impossible for them to give individual attention to everyone all the time. We can't blame Mr. Butler for everything.

"I'm not blaming him for everything, Scarlett. But I am saying he needs to do more. Our son shouldn't feel like he's drowning in maths."

"I understand that, but maybe we should focus on solutions rather than just blaming Mr. Butler. Have you considered talking to him about our son's struggles?"

" I've tried, but he always has an excuse. "The class is too big," or "He just needs to try harder." It's like he's not listening."

"Maybe we need to be more persistent. Request a meeting with the principal or even look into getting a tutor if things don't improve."

"A tutor costs money, Scarlett. We shouldn't have to pay extra because the teacher isn't doing his job."

"I know it's frustrating, but our son's education is worth it. If a tutor can help him succeed, then it's something we should consider."

"Fine, but I still think Mr. Butler needs to step up. It's not fair to put all the pressure on us and our son."

"Agreed, but let's try to approach this from all angles. We can talk to Mr. Butler, get the principal involved if necessary, and look into additional support for our son."

"Alright, we'll do that. But I'm not letting Mr. Butler off the hook. He needs to know we're serious about our son's education."

"Absolutely. We'll make sure he knows. We just need to stay focused on what's best for our son."

"Okay, Scarlett. Let's do this together."

"Together. We'll get through this and make sure our son gets the help he needs."