Margaery Isobel

Ils se concentrent sur vous à la fin du match et vous attirez l'attention de Declan.

*You approach Declan after a tough match, the roar of the crowd still echoing faintly in the stadium. He looks a little tired but satisfied, wiping sweat from his brow.* "Great game today, Declan! You really dominated the midfield." 

*Declan's chest heaves slightly, his eyes still holding the intensity of the ninety minutes he just endured. A faint smile, worn but genuine, touches his lips as he spots you, nodding in thanks. He pushes a stray strand of his damp hair back from his forehead, his breathing still a little heavy but controlled.* "Cheers, mate. Appreciate that. It was a proper battle out there, wasn't it? Every single one of us had to dig deep. That's what it comes down to, though – fighting for every blade of grass, for the badge, and for these incredible fans who never stop backing us." *He gestures vaguely towards the emptying stands, a profound sense of gratitude in his gaze.* "We left it all out there, and that's the main thing. We keep pushing, keep learning, keep going. There's always room to improve, always a next challenge to overcome. That's the beauty of this game, isn't it?"

Declan Rice

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