June 15, 2016 | Stade Bollaert-Delelis – Kickoff Approaching
The players emerged from the tunnel two by two, flanked by their mascots, boots clicking softly on the concrete as they stepped into a wall of sound.
First came the Welsh — a line of red, heads high, shoulders squared. Gareth Bale led them, super locked in, boots bouncing off the turf with tension in every stride. Just...
2025-11-18 01:08:36 +0000 UTC View PostThe crash was behind them.
Yet, the foreboding feeling that had plagued Hikaru did not settle.
Despite both ships successfully making it past the fall—and wasn’t that an event to rejoice in—despite the towering waterfall of Wano, which had humbled many seagoers like Hikaru and Moria, thundering endlessly behind them, there was no relief.
Ahead, the sea was no...
2025-11-18 01:07:32 +0000 UTC View PostMarch 22, 2007 | Atlanta, Georgia – Late Afternoon
The rental sedan eased into the hotel driveway, tires crunching over sun-warmed gravel. Ethan parked the car.
In the backseat, Wanda Durant finished a story that had both moms cracking up, something about Kevin. Emily wiped the corner of her eye with a smile.
Kevin just groaned. “Y’all been slandering me for thirty...
2025-11-18 01:05:50 +0000 UTC View PostJune 14, 2016 | BBC One – The Matchday Breakdown
The studio lights were low and moody, casting soft shadows over the wide desk and glowing Euro 2016 graphics behind the panel. Every face around the table was tight with anticipation, eyes filled with hope.
At the center of the desk, Gary Lineker leaned slightly forward, fingers resting beside a neat stack of untouched cue car...
2025-11-16 00:53:19 +0000 UTC View PostJune 13, 2016 | Marseille – 8:41 PM
The curtains were drawn, muting the last streaks of a fading Mediterranean sunset. The room was dim, the air thick with the low hum of the hotel’s ventilation and the occasional car horn from the boulevard below.
Barbara lay half-asleep against his chest, her legs tangled loosely with his, her thumb tracing slow, absent circles through the fab...
2025-11-14 00:16:10 +0000 UTC View PostThe camera shutters started before Ethan and Durant even sat down.
Flashbulbs popped like fireworks. Dozens of reporters stood crowded against the rope line. ESPN, CBS, Rivals, even a few foreign outlets with handheld recorders. The moment that two players walked onto the small platform, the room lit up like a red carpet.
A long table. Two name placards. One bottle of water each. Th...
2025-11-13 17:01:55 +0000 UTC View PostSorry for the long ass delay, been dealing with cancer lol. I had a long chapter finally done but i decided to break it up into several chapters so get ready for chapters like around 3k.
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June 12, 2016 | Marseille Press Conference Room – 11:46 AM
The air was dry, filled with heat, nerves, and the constant hum of camera lenses adjusting focus.
Three chairs sat beneath ...
2025-11-11 18:32:27 +0000 UTC View PostStade Vélodrome Mixed Zone
The cameras rolled. The lights flared again. Sweat clung to Vasili Berezutski’s skin, catching the glare like glass.
He stood before the Russian crest, jersey damp and clinging to his chest, shorts sagging halfway down his thighs, a towel draped over his shoulders like a flag of surrender. His calves hurt. He didn’t look angry. He didn’t look ...
2025-11-05 07:07:52 +0000 UTC View PostITV Studio – Halftime Show | June 11, 2016 | England 1–0 Russia
The feed cut from the roaring chaos of the Vélodrome to the cool polish of the ITV studio in Paris.
The faint hum of the Marseille crowd still pulsed under the lights, like the sound refused to die down even hundreds of miles away.
Mark Pougatch sat at the center, papers in hand, a grin tugging at his lips as...
2025-11-03 02:17:11 +0000 UTC View PostJune 11, 2016 | Stade Vélodrome
The whistle split the air like glass breaking. And just like that, the world roared to life.
Eighty thousand voices collided inside the old concrete walls of the Vélodrome, a sound thick enough to shake the camera rigs. Red flares burned in the Russian end; white-and-blue flags rippled like a storm at the opposite side, where English fans sang with ...
2025-11-01 03:39:25 +0000 UTC View PostChapter updates will be back to normal. I don't believe I'm getting another big project for a month or two.
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June 10, 2016 | Hotel d’Angleterre The whistle blew in the Stade de France.France 2, Romania 1.
The room let out a collective breath. Shoulders eased. The screen faded to post-match analysis as replays looped.
“Griezmann’s header was decent,” said Wa...
2025-10-28 02:43:13 +0000 UTC View PostHey guys, i know its been 3 days since I updated. I do apologize for that but I legit got no time to write. It's just all work now as I'm part of more serious projects now dealing with legit multi-millionaire companies. So I just haven't had the time to write so I haven't been posting on both Webnovel and Patreon. Patreon is ahead by 16 chapters so there isn't a big gap to fill. If you are a br...
2025-10-25 03:03:03 +0000 UTC View PostJune 6, 2016 | St. George’s Park – 9:11 A.M.
The tires crunched softly over the gravel as the emerald-green R8 eased to a stop outside the players’ entrance.
Tristan killed the engine and sat there for a moment, his reflection caught faintly in the windshield.
He unbuckled, grabbed his duffel from the passenger seat, and stepped out. The cool air hit first. Then the quie...
2025-10-21 22:38:31 +0000 UTC View PostMay 31, 2016 | Leicester – 10:18 A.M.The morning sun filtered softly through the tall windows of the living room, casting gentle stripes of gold across the hardwood floors. Biscuit was sprawled out on the rug, one paw twitching in a half-dream as her little chest rose and fell.
Barbara sat curled on the armrest of the sofa, her legs stretched along the cushion, bare toes nudging at Tris...
2025-10-18 22:04:25 +0000 UTC View Post[Date: 10/4/1493 → M/D/Y]
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The afternoon sun shimmered across the harbor, scattering gold across the rippling water. Two ships waited at the edge of Ringo’s hidden cove, their masts cutting clean lines against the bright sky.
The first towered high, a heavy-hulled galleon with dark timbers and violet sails that bled color under the sunlight. Its Jolly Roger, a grinning sk...
2025-10-18 04:25:33 +0000 UTC View PostMay 30, 2016 | Leicester – 7:41 P.M.
The living room was quiet except for the soft hum of the television. Evening light filtered through the thin curtains, painting the walls a faint gold. A half-finished cup of chamomile sat beside a candle that smelled of lemon and lavender, her usual comfort pairing.
Julia sat curled beneath a knitted grey blanket, her legs tucked to the side o...
2025-10-16 23:09:43 +0000 UTC View PostMay 26, 2016 | Buckingham Palace – 2:11 P.M.
The green Audi R8 idled at the gates of Buckingham Palace, its engine purring politely beneath the chaos outside. The air was alive with the click-click-click of camera shutters, the hum of live broadcasts, the rise and fall of reporters shouting over one another.
John, in a suit pressed to within an inch of its life, stepped o...
2025-10-15 21:24:46 +0000 UTC View PostMarch 18, 2007 | Nationwide Arena - Columbus, Ohio
“Good evening, everybody, and welcome to Columbus, Ohio. Round of 32 action here at Nationwide Arena! Alongside former All-American Marcus Hale, I’m Ryan Carter. We’ve got a classic tonight: the Texas Longhorns and the Louisville Cardinals, two programs with history, pride, and a ticket to the Sweet Sixteen on the line.”
“...
2025-10-14 00:40:15 +0000 UTC View Post[Date: 10/4/1493 → M/D/Y]
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Daichi wiped his forehead with the back of his soot-covered hand, barely holding back a string of curses. The morning rain had brought about a chilling cold with it, and even now, late into the afternoon, it was still biting.
He thought once the rain cleared, he’d be fine to work the forge—he’d been wrong. The effort was pointless.&nbs...
2025-10-13 16:53:16 +0000 UTC View PostMay 23 , 2016 | Leicester - 10:47 A.M.
Tristan cracked one eye open, instantly regretting it. The sunlight hit him like a free kick to the face.
He groaned and rolled onto his side, burying half his face in the pillow before dragging a hand down over his eyes.
“Never again,” he croaked, voice barely a whisper. “No more drinks… for a year.”
He sat up halfway, sq...
2025-10-13 00:47:29 +0000 UTC View PostMay 22, 2016 | Leicester City Centre – 11:02 AM
The low growl of the engine echoed down the crowded street before the open-top bus came into view — a chariot of blue and gold, rolling through a sea of believers. Its body gleamed in Leicester’s royal colors, trimmed with gold edges that caught the sunlight like flame.
Across the front, a colossal banner rippled in the warm summ...
2025-10-11 22:26:52 +0000 UTC View PostMay 21, 2016 | Wembley Stadium
The rain eased into a fine mist, as if even the clouds had stopped to watch. Floodlights glistened against puddles of gold confetti. The announcer’s voice echoed through Wembley, rolling across ninety thousand trembling hearts.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Her Majesty The Queen, accompanied by Their Royal Highnesses the Duke and Duchess of...
2025-10-10 01:34:07 +0000 UTC View Post[Date: 10/1/1493 → M/D/Y]
The moon hung high above Ringo, and the only sound present was the hiss of wind threading through the cherry blossoms.
A second later, the calm was broken by the clacking of two pairs of sandals.
Shimotsuki Ushimaru and Hikaru Amatsuki.
Master and student stood facing one another, hands on their respective hilts.
A single sak...
2025-10-09 02:43:04 +0000 UTC View PostMay 21, 2016 | Wembley Stadium
FA Cup Final – 90th Minute
Leicester City 1–0 Manchester United
Goal: Tristan Hale (38')
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The camera swept across Wembley like a trembling hand trying to capture eternity. The air shimmered.
Eighty-nine minutes gone.
The scoreboard burned its truth into the night:
LEI 1 – 0 MUN.
Every breath from the 90,...
2025-10-07 18:49:19 +0000 UTC View PostMarch 16, 2007 | Austin, Texas - Texas Basketball Facility
The film room was cold enough to make breath show. Metal chairs scraped against the tile as the Longhorns settled in, hoodies up, legs stretched out, paper cups steaming in their hands. The adrenaline from Spokane had burned off somewhere between the flight and the hotel beds. What was left now was silence. Focus.
Coach Rick...
2025-10-06 22:54:08 +0000 UTC View Post[ [Date: 10/1/1493 → M/D/Y]
[Location: New World—Wano]
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It was late and he was alone, not that he minded much—he needed the escape.
“There isn’t much time before he attacks,” the teenager sighed, brushing back a stray strand of
black hair that had escaped his ponytail.
He ran his hands down the kimono he wore, straightenin...
2025-10-06 00:27:02 +0000 UTC View PostMay 18, 2016 | Cheshire – Sir Alex Ferguson’s Home
Two Hours Before Kickoff – Europa League Final: Leicester City vs. Liverpool
Venue: St. Jakob-Park, Basel (Neutral Ground)
The sky above Cheshire was a pale blue brushed with thin clouds, calm, almost too calm for a day like this.
Inside Sir Alex Ferguson’s home, the fire crackled against the gloom. T...
2025-10-05 21:45:25 +0000 UTC View PostMay 15, 2016 | Stamford Bridge – The Final League Game
The Leicester City team bus rolled to a halt outside Stamford Bridge.
The streets buzzed with anticipation, a crackling energy in the air despite the early afternoon drizzle. Fans pressed against barricades, scarves waving, phones aloft. A sea of blue—but this time, not just Chelsea blue. Leicester blue was everywhere.
The Longhorns spilled off the court buzzing, towels whipping through the air, sneakers squeaking against concrete as laughter echoed down the tunnel. Ethan grinned through the swarm of cameras, Kevin’s arm draped around his shoulders, A.J. shouting something about Spokane never forgetting their names. It was the euphoria of March, one game down, the dream still alive.
But a few rows beh...
2025-10-03 01:24:30 +0000 UTC View PostMay 8, 2016 | Leicester – Morning After
The light stabbed through the curtains like a punishment.
Tristan groaned.
His mouth was dry. His head throbbed like someone had left a drum kit inside his skull and handed the sticks to a toddler on a sugar rush. His tongue felt like it had been sandpapered. Every muscle in his body ached not from training, not from football, but from...
2025-10-02 00:44:16 +0000 UTC View Post