A damn good try. Owen Farrell fanfic

20. Stupid Farrell...

I dig my spoon back into the ice cream cartoon as fireworks go off on T.V . I have managed to persuade Bella to watch the opening ceremony of the world cup with me and she complained about it, until I produced a Thai takeaway and two cartons of Ben and Jerry's ice cream.

The pitch clears of people, and the rugby players walk out. The opening match is between Ireland and England, and it is supposed to be the decider of the world cup. My knee bounces up and down with excitement. "Calm down Erin! It's just a game" Bella calls out, laughing.

She definitely deserved the pillow aimed at her head. She ducked and it soared over her head, knocking over the lamp. "Whoops" I state, before returning my gaze to the screen. The national anthems play, and I mouth along to both. Just before the match kicks off, there's a text from my mum.

Mum: I will kill your father if he makes any comment about Ireland's performance, or this match...

I laugh, my mum is a massive Ireland fan, while my Dad, being english supports England.

Erin: Try not to, he's not worth going to jail for!
Mum: No one will know! I'll be discreet!
Erin: Doesn't help that I have evidence if you kill him! Haha
Mum: Whatever...

I put my phone down, God my mum is childish. I watched giddily as Owen kicked the ball up the field, starting play. Ten minutes later, Bella was on her phone, but Ireland were at England's try line and I was too engrossed in the match to care.

"GO ON! GO O"CONELL, GO MURRAY, YES, YES,WHAT?" I screamed, as Owen turned the ball over and kicked it down the field. "Stupid Farrell" I murmured and sat back down. Bella snorted.

The first half was a blur, the only points on the board were from penalties, and England were leading 9-6. Bella looked up at her phone and grinned. "You're hilarious when watching rugby" I grunted in reply. "You are! You get so into it, I mean, you started cursing at the T.V, as if they could hear you!" She cracked up again.

I got myself a drink from the kitchen and went to the bathroom during half time. When I finally sat back down the players were walking back onto the the pitch.

I perched at the edge of the sofa, as the second half kicked off. This half flew by as well, and soon there were only ten minutes left, and Ireland had scored a try, leading 13-9. England were at the half way line, when suddenly they got a penalty.

"NO,NO," I shook my head. "Wait, go for the posts Farrell, please!" I begged into the T.V. He didn't listen, obviously as he couldn't, and kicked for the corner. The minutes trudged by, as England took the line-out. They needed a try to win, and Ireland were defending strongly.

Out of nowhere, Owen hurtled over the try line, and the crowd went wild. I slumped down in my seat, scowling at the screen. He converted it, just as the announcer announced that he was the man of the match, again... I frowned and turned the T.V off.

Owen's P.O.V

It was another tough match, made tougher by the fact that I knew Erin would kill me depending on the outcome. My smile was bittersweet, when I was announced as man of the match. The final whistle blew, and every player visibly relaxed.

There was only one way to get Erin to talk to me. I sighed as I made my way towards him, the crowd's roar was deafening, and it hurt my ears. Half of the stadium was alive, while the other half was somberly staring at the pitch.

I tapped his shoulder, after giving a respectful nod to the player he was talking too. "Hello, you played well,"  He nodded. "Thanks, you too" God, hopefully this would stop Erin killing me...