The whistle had just blown and you were reeling, not only did Newcastle win but your boyfriend, Lewis had scored his first ever premier League goal.

His smile didn't leave his face the entire time from post match interviews, celebrations in the changing room, to showering to coming to meet you.

He walks out in his tracksuit with his bag. Your ma nudges you to tell you that Lewis was coming over

You see him and smile, dead happy and proud of him for scoring.