"Go, Antoine!" Clara shouted once the game began.
Antoine's heart was beating faster than ever. This was the first time Clara had gone to see a game of his this whole euros and he had to make it count.
With two minutes in Ireland scored.
"Allez les bleus! That's alright come on guys!" Clara said making eye contact with Antoine, he couldn't help but smile seeing her in his jersey.
Nothing exciting happened for the blues in the first half.
Antoine let out a sigh going back onto the pitch looking over to see Clara still there with his jersey on and one of his hats.
"Come on, Antoine!" Clara clapped waving to Antoine who waved back at her making butterflies catch into her stomach.
The second half began and eight minutes in Antoine's head powered the ball into the back of the night.
"Yes!" Clara stood up clapping her hands seeing the relief in Antoine's expression.
The game was now tied 1-1 and Antoine still felt a burst left inside him.
Giroud fought for the ball and sent it down to Antoine who was free and not marked up on anyone and took a touch before sending it into the net.
"Yes!" Clara said standing up yet again and Antoine smiled feeling himself being lifted off the ground.
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"Antoine!" Clara ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I'm so proud of you." She kissed his cheek.
"Thanks. Je t'aime."
"moi? tu m'aimes?"
"Oui duh." Antoine pressed his lips up against hers.
"I'm so fucking proud of you, Antoine."
