lucas was your boyfriend. he treated you amazingly, as if you were his favourite person. which you were. constantly buying you things you mentioned you wanted, cheering you up when you were down, dedicating goal celebrations to you.

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this match was no different. 80 minutes in, 0-0. it seemed like the spurs were gonna face yet another draw, or maybe even a loss. lucas knew his team, they got tired at the end and played sloppy. they usually conceded at this time. so, he was trying his best. you were watching from the vip box so you could see his every movement.

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at the 86th minute, the results turned around. with a clean assist from son, lucas kicked the ball to the bottom right corner of the net. the goalkeeper didn’t deflect it in time. 1-0. he knee slid on the grassy floor, his teammates cheering him on.