You were standing among the crowd, watching England dominate on the pitch. The score had just shifted to 3–0 after Jude Bellingham’s stunning goal, and the stadium erupted in cheers. You were wearing England’s jersey with his name on your back
As the final whistle blew, the players started making their way off the field. Then, suddenly, Jude appeared, shirtless, his jersey casually draped over his shoulder. The English fans around you—mostly girls—went wild, but your eyes locked with his across the sea of people. His smile was easy, genuine, and just for you.

Before you could even process what was happening, he was walking straight toward you, phone in hand.

“Hey,” he said, voice low but warm. “Mind if I grab your number?”

You blinked, caught off guard but somehow calm. “Sure,” you replied, sliding your phone into his hand.

He quickly typed it in, then looked up, that same quiet smile lingering. “I’m Jude.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said with a playful grin.

His eyes twinkled, and for a moment, everything else faded away—the noise, the crowd, the game.

“I have seen you somewhere I’m telling you!” he said casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You felt a flutter, but you played it cool. “Ahaha on magazine’s covers maybe?”

“Ye! Wait turn around let me see who’s name you’re wearing on your back”