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Chapter 3: Start of Madness

March 15, 2007 | The Road to Spokane

The bus idled outside the Austin gym before sunrise, headlights cutting through a thin, gray morning. Players shuffled on with backpacks and duffels, the air heavy with coffee and menthol rub. Yawns mixed with low chatter, laughter muffled by nerves that no one wanted to admit.

Ethan stepped on near the front, scanning the rows. KD sprawled across two seats with his hood up, long legs blocking the aisle. A.J. Abrams already had earbuds in, head...

Chapter 276: May Part 2

May 1, 2016 | Old Trafford – Post-Match Press Conference

The press room lights burned bright, but not brighter than the camera flashes that stung with every step Tristan and Jamie Vardy took to the table. They sat down side by side, water bottles untouched, shoulders tight. To the journalists, they looked like men who’d just lost a final not drawn away at Old Trafford, not stayed unbeaten, not just scored ninety six points. 

The moderator gave a curt nod. “We’ll start...

Chapter 2: Before the Madness Part 2 (End)

 Coaches’ Room – March 8, 2007 | Austin, Texas

The gym had gone quiet hours ago, but the lights still burned in the coaches’ office. Coffee cups littered the table, stat sheets fanned out in messy piles. The air smelled of paper, sweat, and stale caffeine. On the far wall, a whiteboard carried the bracket in thick black marker, arrows and scribbles crisscrossing toward the center like a battle plan.

Rick Barnes stood at the front, pen tapping against the board. His face...

Chapter 275: May Part 1

April 30, 2016 | Belvoir Drive – Boardroom

Tristan sat at the far end of the polished mahogany table, shoulders set back, arms folded loosely across his chest. The chair beneath him was comfortable, too comfortable, like it wanted to swallow him into compliance. He hated that. He hated this whole setting.

Every new sunrise in Leicester felt heavier now. Every match, every training session, every walk past fans who smiled at him like he was theirs forever, all of it was another s...

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Chapter 1: Before the Madness

March 8, 2007 | Austin, Texas

The gym buzzed like a live wire.

Sneakers squeaked against the polished hardwood, each bounce of the ball echoing like a heartbeat. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long reflections on the waxed floor. The air stank of sweat, heat, and competition.

March Madness was a week away, and everyone in the gym could feel it.

Laughter and trash talk ricocheted between players as they stretched and laced up. Some grinned, twitching wit...

Chapter 274: April Part 3 (End)

April 14, 2016 | King Power Stadium – 89th Minute

The rain had eased but the noise hadn’t.

The King Power was alive,  a wall of thunder, scarves waving like flags of defiance. Sevilla pushed forward with desperation, but Leicester stood tall, shoulders squared and boots braced for war.

"One minute plus stoppage time," Rob Hawthorne said, his voice laced with adrenaline. "Sevilla need two goals. It’s all or nothing now."

"And Tristan has just put them halfway...

Chapter 273: April Part 2

April 10th, 2016 | Sunderland vs Leicester City

The sun was out, warm on the King Power pitch. The title was already wrapped, Sevilla loomed midweek, and Ranieri knew exactly what kind of afternoon this was going to be. A free one. A rare one.

And Tristan? He was in no mood to sprint.

“Oi!” Vardy shouted across the grass, hands flapping like a schoolteacher telling a kid off. “You gonna jog, or what?”

Tristan didn’t even pretend to quicken his pace. He stroll...

Chapter 272: Some Fun

April 9th, 2016

Belvoir Drive – Next Morning

The second Tristan stepped through the doors of Belvoir Drive, he knew he was finished. Not injured finished. Not transfer finished. A different kind of finished. The kind you felt when thirty pairs of eyes followed you into the building, smirks and jokes already spreading like wildfire.

He kept his head up, but inside? He was begging the floor to open and swallow him whole. Should’ve faked an illness. Pulled the star card. Sa...

Interlude Chapter 271: Stella

April 8th, 2016

Leicester, England | Inside the Hale House

The camera wasn’t even on yet, and the chaos had already started.

“Tristan, it’s crooked. The tripod is leaning like it’s seasick.”

Barbara was crouched on the rug, one hand steadying the legs while her robe pooled around her like a blanket fortress. Strands of damp hair escaped from the towel wrapped around her head, clinging to her cheeks.

“It’s not leaning,” Tristan said from the couch,...

Chapter 270: April Part 1

A/N: 7k chapter, I have another chapter posted soon as well to make up for not posting a chapter yesterday.

April 6th, 2016 | Seville, Spain

Europa League Quarter-Final, 1st Leg – Pre-Match Press Conference

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The room was full and noisy with reporters and journalists cramped into a press room.

Camera bulbs cracked like fireworks each time the door swung open, bursts of white light bouncing off the polished desk. The Sevilla crest loomed massive across the backd...

Chapter 269: Next Day

April 3rd, 2016
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The city had never breathed like this before.

Above terraced rooftops, fireworks tore across the sky in crooked blue streaks, scattering sparks like confetti over chimney pots. Car horns blared up and down London Road, a constant, chaotic symphony. Kids leaned out of windows, faces painted, scarves trailing in the wind, chanting the name that seemed to have become Leicester’s heartbeat:

🎵 “TRISTAN!”

“TRISTAN!”🎵

Outside pubs, g...

Chapter 268: Winning the League Part 2 (End)

April 3rd, 2016 – King Power Stadium

Full-Time Whistle

Three sharp notes.

 Short. Final. Eternal.

For a split-second, silence. The whole ground frozen, suspended in disbelief.

Then the detonation.

Thirty thousand voices exploded as one. A wall of sound, primal and unstoppable. The King Power shook like an earthquake.

“LEICESTER! LEICESTER! LEICESTER!”

Flags whipped in the air, scarves spun overhead. Fans tumbled into each other’s ar...

Chapter 267: Winning the League Part 1

March 30th, 2016 – Sky Sports Studio – Late Night

The theme music faded, the cameras swept the table, and the studio lights settled into a soft golden glow. Behind the panel, the giant screen carried two scorelines that had shaken England out of its gloom and into belief again:

GERMANY 1 – 3 ENGLAND

Tristan Hale (c): 2 Goals, 1 Assist

ENGLAND 2 – 0 NETHERLANDS

Tristan Hale (c): 2 Goals

David Jones adjusted his papers, glanced at the screen, then tur...

Chapter 266: March Part 2 (End)

March 17, 2016 – Old Trafford, Manchester

Chapter 265: Interlude Jack

March 15, 2016 – Early Morning

Hospitals always carried a certain gravity the second you walked in. One room could hold relief, another despair. Lives could change forever in the space of a single breath. At this hour, the lobby was hushed, the quiet broken only by the shuffle of slippers on tile and the clipped footsteps of doctors and patients moving toward scheduled surgeries.

Tristan slipped in through the sliding doors. He was here by himself as he didn’t want any type of...

Hello

Hey guys, just a quick update. I’m at the hospital right now, had an accident on the way back from work like a hour ago. Not the best of days. Ended up with a stress fracture in my right leg. The doctors didn’t want to risk it getting worse, so they put it in a cast. Came pretty close to a full break, but thankfully it isn’t. I’ll keep you updated once I’m feeling a bit better

Chapter 264: March Part 1

March 2, 2016

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The doorbell rang,

Hold On

Working on the newest chapter, just got it to 9k, give me until the morning to bring it up to around at least 17k.

This chapter is better if I finish it in one go instead of dividing it into multiple chapters.

So please just have some patience, patreon is still 19 chapters ahead and there's no Webnovel chapter tomorrow either way so we be back up to 20.

Chapter 263: The Graham Norton Show

February 29, 2016 

The Morning After Final

Sunlight dripped through the blinds. It caught the edge of the marble counter and the curve of the silver kettle. The kitchen smelled like eggs and browned butter.

Tristan stood shirtless at the stove, one hand on the frying pan, the other massaging the back of his neck. His hair was still damp from a quick shower. Faint red lines marked his shoulder where Barbara had fallen asleep on him.

‘Hey, system me my current sta...

Interlude Chapter 262: Closure

March 1, 2016 — King Power Stadium

Premier League: Leicester City Vs West Brom

The air was cold and heavy. Like the city itself had finally exhaled after a weekend of screaming.

Blue scarves were everywhere, but the energy wasn’t the same. Not tonight. The flares were gone. The fans still sang, still clapped but even the noise felt muted. No Wembley. No medals. Just another Premier League match against a team that came to spoil the fun.

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Chapter 261: Late Night

February 28, 2016

Leicester: Tristan’s House

11:47 PM

The front door clicked shut behind them.

Silence. No more flares. No more chants. No thunder of Wembley shaking the sky. Only the muted scuff of Tristan’s boots across the wooden floor as he stepped inside.

After the longest day of his life,  ninety draining minutes and everything that came before and after he was finally home. Just him, Barbara, and some silence at last. Biscuit was with his parents ...

Chapter 260: Celebration

Kevin De Bruyne rose to his feet as the final whistle echoed out, swallowed almost instantly by the roar.

The Leicester bench had emptied in a flash. Black and gold shirts flooded the pitch, arms raised, voices breaking. Blue flares let off in the Leicester end. Flags whipped and clashed like waves.

“TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN!”

“CHAMPIONS AGAIN!”

 “QUAD-RU-PLE! QUAD-RU-PLE!”

Kevin stood there for a moment, hands at his sides, before he finally st...

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Hey guys quick update.

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Chapter 259: League Cup Final Part 2 (End)

February 28, 2016 — Wembley Stadium

12:12 PM
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The air was thick with blue smoke, the pavement trembling under boots and chants.

“QUAD-RU-PLE! QUAD-RU-PLE!”

“TREBLE’S TOO SMALL -  WE WANT IT ALL!”

“TRISTAN FOR PRIME MINISTER!”

 Security held the lines, but fans surged forward just enough to slap the coach one last time.

Tristan raised a hand  and naturally the crowd roared louder.

“Guys!” Vardy shouted be...

Chapter 258: League Cup Final Part 1

The door clicked shut behind him, his bag sliding from his shoulder and thudding to the floor. Heat wrapped around him straight away, the radiators humming, the air thick with the earthy aroma of the Chinese tea his dad had brought them.

Little claws tapped frantically across the hardwood — click, click — before Biscuit shot around the corner like a bullet. She launched herself at his shin, tail lashing like she’d been alone for years.

“Oi, steady on!” Tristan laughed, s...

Chapter 257: Carrying the Crown

February 27, 2016 | Belvoir Drive

Leicester’s locker room buzzed in little pockets of energy. Vardy still cracking jokes even after the double session, Mahrez slouched with his headphones in, Kanté quietly folding his training top like they’d just come back from a picnic instead of ninety minutes of pure intensity.

Tristan leaned back against his locker, phone in hand, thumb dragging down the screen. Training was over, but his head wasn’t. Tomorrow wasn’t just another mat...

Chapter 256: Night

January 17, 2016 | Zurich, Switzerland 12:52 PM

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft hiss. The faint hum of the motor vibrated beneath their feet as they began their ascent to the top floor.

They’d just left their families one floor down, after a long day they didn’t feel like going back to their lodge.

Barbara leaned against the mirrored wall, barefoot, her heels dangling from one finger. Her navy gown shimmered with leftover glamour, hair looser than before, makeup...

Chapter 255: 2015 Ballon d'Or Ceremony Part 3

The house lights dropped. 

Silence spread through the ballroom. Then the screens lit up, gold waves pulsing behind a glowing FIFA crest, and the opening chords of the ceremony’s orchestral theme spilled out.

From stage left, Kate Abdo stepped into view wearing a glowing navy dress.

“Good evening, Zurich,” she said. “And good evening to everyone watching from around the world.”

Polite applause followed, restrained and proper.

“Welcome to the 2015 ...