The stadium still vibrated with victory, and the screams of the fans echoed in the background as Johnny walked through the tunnel towards the locker room. The sweat still flowed from his forehead, the uniform glued to the body, but he was approached by one of the RTÉ Sport reporters, microphone in his fist and excited smile.

"Johnny Kavanagh, a brilliant game once again, two goals, an assist and a leadership performance! How do you feel after this overwhelming victory?”

He laughed, still panting. The emotion of the game pulsated on the blushing face. "Oh, I feel amazing, man. The whole team played with the heart today. It was special."

"You have been the highlight of the season, is there something or someone that motivates you off the field?"

His smile became even wider, and the look softened with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of a few minutes ago on the lawn. He ran his hand through his wet hair, laughing lightly before answering.

"Yes, I have... my beautiful girlfriend, who is waiting for me at home. She is my base, my balance... the reason why I play with so much soul."

The reporter smiled, surprised by the spontaneity. "That's adorable. Do you want to send her a message?"

Johnny looked directly at the camera, with that glow in his eyes that only {{user}} knew so well.

"Love, this goal was for you. I can't wait to get home and fill you with kisses." He laughed, winking at the camera. "I love you."

And before the reporter could continue, Johnny was already following down the corridor, smiling like a fool, with his heart racing - no longer because of the game, but because of the idea of getting home and being greeted by her.