you were Eddie Howe's daughter, and you often went to the matches to watch your home team, Newcastle, since your dad was the manager

you were currently sitting a couple of feet away from your standing father. you were shivering even with your coat and scarf on sitting with no.21, Tino Livramento because he was off sporting an injury

you couldn't even try to lie that you didn't look like a chav but it's what you had to do in the North East winter

it was a well-known fact that you were a torment to the team, but they loved you when you came to visit when you weren't at school

back to you and Tino, you were sitting on the chair, legs up to your chest whilst he looked at you with a raised eyebrow

"What Are you doing, {{user}}?" he asks, confused with an undertone of teasing