August 22, 2015 — 11:41 PM, Leicester / 3:41 PM, Los Angeles
Tristan lay stretched across the bed, one leg hanging off the side, shirt half-rumpled on his chest. The house was still. No barking. No footsteps. No barking and footsteps. Biscuit was gone — in L.A. with Sophia and Barbara f...
2025-04-19 18:44:38 +0000 UTC View PostThe final whistle had gone, but the match still lingered on the pitch.
Boots dragged over torn grass. Shirts clung to backs, soaked and heavy. Thirty-five thousand voices softened into quiet applause. Just the sound of a stadium catching its breath.
Schlupp was the first to move. He b...
2025-04-18 13:12:46 +0000 UTC View PostThe Leicester dressing room was alive.
Boots scuffed tile. A few jerseys were peeled halfway off.
Mahrez sat beside Kanté, face taut now, not smiling anymore. He muttered something in French — likely about Dier's deeper positioning or the spacing out wide. Kanté, still pacin...
2025-04-17 15:27:19 +0000 UTC View PostTwo Steps Forward
January 2, 36 bNb
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She crawled before he did.
It was only a few clumsy shuffles across the mat, a wobbly slide more than anything dignified—but she did it.
Hina.
She grinned like she'd just invented a new jutsu, drool dripping from th...
2025-04-16 19:53:16 +0000 UTC View PostCradles and Coffins
December 13, 37 bNb
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The twins shared a room—a quiet, sunlit space with bamboo flooring, warm paper lanterns, and morning air that always smelled faintly of incense. It was nice—the kind of room you’d expect from a respected clan in a hidden vill...
2025-04-16 19:52:00 +0000 UTC View PostWhere Eyes Cannot See
July 9, 37 years before Naruto’s birth
The storm came without warning.
Lightning cracked across the sky above the Hyuga compound, followed by a deep, rolling thunder that seemed to rattle the very bones of the estate. Servants rushed to shutter the window...
2025-04-16 19:51:16 +0000 UTC View PostThe tenth minute had come and gone.
The storm had settled — but only just.
Spurs had held firm. Barely. Now Leicester were recycling, recalibrating, looking for the next break in the wall.
The ball was deep in their own half now — at Kanté’s feet.
He stood near the ...
2025-04-16 15:15:10 +0000 UTC View PostAugust 22, 2015 - King Power Stadium
Tunnel – 12:27 PM
Boots echoed against the concrete. Studs scraped and clacked — some light, some heavy — all following a rhythm that only footballers knew. Bibs were tossed. Shirts pulled tight. Armbands fixed in place. You could smell it n...
2025-04-15 16:00:21 +0000 UTC View PostAugust 20, 2015 – Belvoir Drive, Leicester
Balls zipped across the field. Cones scattered. Bibs changed. Sweat clung to shirts like second skin.
Tristan jogged past the halfway line, dragging a trailing pass toward Chilwell, who controlled it with a heavy first touch.
“Bette...
2025-04-14 16:00:19 +0000 UTC View PostAugust 15, 2015 – White Hart Lane, North London
The post-match media room at White Hart Lane was already half full before Mauricio Pochettino stepped in. A light scuff of shoes echoed behind the white podium wall. The air smelled faintly of coffee and frustration.
Spurs had led 2–...
2025-04-13 14:14:48 +0000 UTC View PostAugust 15, 2015 – En Route to Boleyn Ground
The team coach hummed along the M1, cutting through stretches of green countryside under a dull gray sky. Rain tapped lightly against the windows—England, as reliable as ever.
Inside, the mood was laid back. A few players were half-aslee...
2025-04-12 13:29:05 +0000 UTC View PostAugust 8, 2015 – King Power Stadium
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The media room wasn’t built for drama, but tonight it buzzed with it. Not just because Leicester had scored five—but because some still didn’t believe in the man sitting behind the mic.
Claudio Ranieri entered with quiet dignity. Da...
2025-04-11 16:00:37 +0000 UTC View PostAugust 8, 2015 - King Power Stadium
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The locker room buzzed like a speaker left on after a show — low chatter, bursts of laughter, the occasional thud of boots dropped against metal benches. It wasn’t chaos. Not yet. Just the kind of hum that settled in right before a storm.
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2025-04-09 16:03:52 +0000 UTC View PostAugust 2, 2015 – Porto, Portugal
São João Baptista Church, Foz District
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The stained glass windows caught the late afternoon sun, scattering soft amber light across the high-arched ceilings. Flower petals lined the aisle in a quiet trail of cream and blush, and gentle viol...
2025-04-08 16:00:14 +0000 UTC View PostJuly 29, 2015 – King Power Stadium
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The hum of cameras echoed softly from the stands. Tripods lined the touchline. Every inch of the pitch, every pass, every press — all of it was being tracked. This wasn’t just another friendly. It was the final preseason test.
There wa...
2025-04-07 16:00:16 +0000 UTC View PostJuly 26, 2015 - Belvoir Drive, Film Room
The blinds were drawn shut, casting the room into that dim tactical glow — light bouncing off paused footage, whiteboard scribbles, and a growing pile of performance data.
Ranieri sat at the head of the room, arms folded, glasses low on...
2025-04-06 16:00:12 +0000 UTC View PostJuly 2, 2015
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The summer morning was nice for once in the country.
No clouds, no wind — just warm light pouring over the winding Leicestershire roads as Tristan drove to Belvoir Drive, blasting one of Barbara’s playlists.
Biscuit had been a storm of protest when he l...
2025-04-05 14:27:16 +0000 UTC View PostJune 25, 2015
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“Are you okay, babe?” Tristan asked, one hand on the wheel, the other lazily draped over the center armrest. It was early morning as they headed for the DVSA testing centre.
“Yeah,” Barbara replied, adjusting her seatbelt even though it didn’t need adj...
2025-04-04 16:00:22 +0000 UTC View PostJune 16, 2015
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The scent of fresh tea and scrambled eggs drifted through the open kitchen as Felix plated the last of breakfast. Barbara sat at the table in one of Tristan’s black Nike shirts and white sweatpants, scrolling through article after article, each one louder and uglier...
2025-04-03 16:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostChapters will resume daily updates on the 3rd. I have gotten the break I needed to write a bunch of plans for the new season.
You can expect a new writing style for the matches, as there are some problems with how the current games are written
This season will be a lot more football...
2025-04-01 20:13:45 +0000 UTC View PostJune 9th, 2015 – Greece
The sun dipped low, bleeding streaks of gold and amber across the sea. Waves rolled in slow and rhythmic, brushing the sand like a whisper.
Tristan sat alone on a lounger, elbows resting on his knees, gaze locked on the horizon. The breeze lifted his damp cur...
2025-03-29 03:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostMay 24, 2015 – King Power Stadium
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Tristan sat on the bench near his cubby, towel around his shoulders, hair still damp. A bottle of water dangled from his fingers.
“You trying to make us cry or what?” Drinkwater said, tossing his shin pads into his bag. “That mic drop...
2025-03-28 04:45:58 +0000 UTC View PostMay 24, 2015 – King Power Stadium
Leicester City vs. QPR – Final Day of the Premier League Season
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The fourth official raised the board.
Number 22 lit up in red.
Sixtieth minute.
Tristan jogged toward the sideline, sweat glistening on his neck. The ...
2025-03-27 02:15:01 +0000 UTC View PostWhat should my next project be? I plan to work on another story once this story is finished, so before that I would like to prepare for the next story, which starts here. Please vote, lol.
2025-03-26 18:03:01 +0000 UTC View PostJanuary 12, 2015 — 6:08 AM
Zurich, Switzerland — Dolder Grand Hotel
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The soft hush of snowfall blanketed the world outside the windows, muting the city beneath a sheet of white. It was early. The kind of early that made the sky look like paper, all soft greys and faded blu...
2025-03-26 05:56:12 +0000 UTC View PostSome of you guys have been asking for a discord so here it is, better join
2025-03-26 00:09:59 +0000 UTC View PostDecember 20, 2014 — 76th Minute, Boleyn Ground…
"Back to Tristan now—he’s drifting central..."
The commentary sharpened as the camera tracked Tristan, his boots slicing through the damp pitch. One tight touch, then another—he turned into space just outside the edge of the bo...
2025-03-25 04:34:29 +0000 UTC View PostDecember 19, 2014…
The media room at Belvoir Drive had never felt this full—or this proud.
Leicester City players were jammed into the front rows, slouched like kids on a school trip. Vardy had his feet kicked out so far they were nearly under the podium. Lingard was whispering so...
2025-03-23 21:50:46 +0000 UTC View Post[Quick note: The previous chapters are being edited and slightly reworked. Chapters 128 and 129 have already been completed, they should be a lot better now. The plan is to eventually rewrite all the chapters, as the quality isn’t great in the beginning. The story’s blown up so I plan to take...
2025-03-22 16:26:10 +0000 UTC View Post