ENGLAND FOR ENGLAND
It’s the weekend, but Phil Neville never relaxes. Rumour has it, when Chelsea are playing he hides away and tries to avoid what he knows is coming. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
He’s wearing a tightly fitted suit, Julie Neville has cleanly pressed his shirt this morning.
He sits in a dark room, replaying the World Cup Semi Final over and over. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
He waits for the weekends fixtures to be over, praying for respite from his nightmares.
But every week it’s the same, Julie enters the room armed with a chocolate Yazoo from the drinks fridge. “She’s done it again Phil, she’s scored” she says. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
When he closes his eyes, she’s there. Bethany England. England for England chants echo in his head. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Haunted by his decision not to pick her for the World Cup Squad.