England's Greatest

Tristan, without losing a step, followed up the drag-back with a quick turn, effortlessly escaping Livermore's challenge. In an instant, he was off, sprinting forward into the open space ahead.

Steve Bruce, on the Hull City sideline, shot up from his seat in disbelief. "Where did this kid come from?!" he muttered, watching as Tristan elegantly pulled off a move that wouldn't have looked out of place in the Brazilian leagues.

In the stands, Leicester City fans erupted in applause and cheers. "Go, go, go!" they shouted, urging their young star forward.

But Tristan wasn't done yet. His mind raced with the next step, eyes scanning the field. He spotted Vardy making a run, timing his movement perfectly to beat the offside trap. Without hesitation, Tristan played a perfectly weighted ground pass that split Hull City's defense wide open.

Vardy was off like a rocket, racing onto the ball, and the crowd's anticipation built once again.

Vardy sprinted towards the ball, using every ounce of his speed to reach it before Hull City's retreating defenders could close the gap. He got there just in time, turning quickly with the ball at his feet on the left side. His eyes scanned the field, and he immediately noticed Muhammadi closing in fast, the left-back racing back to stop him.

Breakthrough or pass? The options flashed in Vardy's mind, but he barely had a moment to think. His instincts kicked in as he caught a glimpse of a blue figure darting toward the penalty area from the corner of his eye.

Without hesitation, Vardy swung his left foot, sending the ball across the field. It wasn't the perfect pass—coming off his weaker foot, the ball floated as a half-high, awkward delivery, hovering just above the grass and making it harder to control.

As the ball arced through the air, all eyes in the stadium turned toward the player charging into the penalty area.

It was Tristan.

The cheers of the Foxes' fans reached a fever pitch, chanting they saw Tristan arrive right where he needed to be.

Facing the half-high ball coming from the side, Tristan knew he couldn't simply stop it. The back-to-back lob he had just executed filled him with confidence, showcasing the dramatic impact of his [Volley] attribute. With near-perfect judgment, he tracked the ball's descent, able to anticipate exactly where it would land.

Knowing his shooting skills weren't the strongest, he opted not to volley. Instead, he propelled himself forward, feeling the weight of 90,000 eyes at Wembley on him. As he extended his right foot, he struck the ball, sending it soaring with a arc that caught the goalkeeper off guard, flying straight into the lower right corner of the net!

"The ball goes in!"

"GOALLLLLL~~~~"

"Leicester City are ahead again!"

"What a goal!"

The Foxes fans, previously silenced by Hull City's equalizer, erupted into a frenzy, their cheers cascading over the pitch. They rallied around Tristan, chanting his name, a wave of adoration that filled the stadium.

"Tristan! Tristan!"

"From Leicester, he's our shining star!

With every pass, he takes us far!

His vision's sharp, his touch is gold,

A football tale that's yet to be told!"

"Tristan! Tristan!

With skill and heart, he'll lead the way!

A hero on the pitch, watch him play!

Tristan! Tristan!

We cheer for you, our pride today!"

As the roar of the crowd enveloped him, Tristan couldn't contain his joy. He instinctively lifted his shirt, kissing the Leicester City badge emblazoned on his chest.

Then, under the gaze of 90,000 spectators at Wembley, Tristan slid on his knees in a graceful manner, the grass beneath him a welcome cushion for his triumph. The cheers that erupted around him sounded like a tsunami, crashing over him in waves of euphoria. He squinted his eyes against the brightness of the floodlights, a smile spreading across his face as he opened his arms wide, embracing the love and admiration from the fans.

In this moment, he felt invincible—the chants and songs of adoration surrounding him like a warm embrace. He was the hero of Leicester City.

As the last echoes of the crowd's roar began to fade, Vardy was the first to reach Tristan, his excitement palpable. Without hesitation, he rushed over and tackled him to the ground in a flurry of limbs and laughter.

"Tristan! That goal was so damn cool!" Vardy exclaimed, his voice a mix of admiration and exhilaration.

One by one, Tristan's teammates joined in the celebration, piling on top of him in a joyous heap. The pitch became a chaotic scene of laughter and camaraderie, with players shouting in delight.

"Hey! I'm still down here!" Tristan shouted, the weight of his teammates pressing him into the turf.

"Ah! I'm being crushed!" he added, struggling to push himself up amidst the pile of bodies.

Laughter erupted around him, their joy contagious as they celebrated the pivotal moment. Finally, when the jubilant frenzy subsided, Tristan found himself free, his curly hair tousled and his jersey wrinkled from the joyous melee.

After conceding the ball once more, Hull City's players, who had just begun to feel a flicker of hope, experienced an immediate blow to their morale. Confusion spread among them as they struggled to understand how Leicester City could so effortlessly score a goal on the counterattack, despite having appeared to dominate the game.

On the sidelines, Steve Bruce's expression reflected his frustration as he watched Tristan jog back toward his half of the field. In Bruce's eyes, this goal was a testament to Tristan's individual brilliance. From the moment he dribbled past the opposition in midfield to delivering a pinpoint through ball and finishing with a perfect volley, every aspect of the goal showcased Tristan's exceptional skills in passing, positioning, and shooting.

"Why isn't such a good player on my team?" Bruce thought bitterly. Then, as if a sudden idea struck him, he called out, "Can we buy number 22?"

Before his assistant coach could respond, Bruce quickly shook his head, realizing the absurdity of his question. "Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask," he muttered, chastising himself for the thought. He understood that it was utterly impossible for Tristan to join Hull City.

Team status? At Leicester City, Tristan was the team's core, the present and future of the club.

Premier League qualification? Next season, he would undoubtedly be playing in the Premier League with Leicester.

Salary? If he sought a higher paycheck, there were stronger clubs than Hull City ready to make him an offer.

In short, Hull City could offer nothing that Leicester City couldn't match, and whatever Leicester could provide, Hull simply could not.

In the 65th minute of the match, Leicester City struck again, regaining the lead with Tristan's stunning volley. On the sidelines, Pearson raised his hand, signaling his players to maintain their composure and control the tempo of the game.

Meanwhile, the Hull City bench fell into a heavy silence, their hopes of a comeback dwindling as they realized the uphill battle they faced against a resurgent Leicester side.

Hull City found themselves in a tough spot as the game approached its final stages. They were reluctant to commit too heavily to attack, knowing that pushing forward would leave their defense vulnerable to Leicester City's quick counterattacks. Their cautious approach allowed Leicester to seize possession and patiently control the game, moving the ball back and forth, waiting for the right opportunity.

With only 10 minutes remaining, Hull City, desperate for a breakthrough, finally launched a more aggressive offensive. Their fans roared in support as they surged forward, hoping for a last-ditch effort to change the outcome. But Leicester was prepared.

As Hull pressed forward, Tristan read the situation perfectly, stepping into the path of a misplaced pass just outside his own penalty area. With cool composure, he intercepted the ball and sent a long, precise pass across the field to the right wing.

The crowd's anticipation grew as Mahrez raced to meet the ball, positioning himself perfectly. The ball was just about to touch the ground when Mahrez made a clever leap, using the outside of his left foot to cushion the ball into his path.

The Leicester fans in the stands erupted as Mahrez sped towards the penalty area, evading a defender with a smooth dribble. As he entered the box, he calmly slotted the ball past the goalkeeper into the far corner of the net. The ball curved beautifully into the bottom corner, brushing against the goalkeeper's fingertips before settling in the back of the net.

The stadium roared in approval, with Leicester's supporters chanting and waving scarves. The game's outcome was all but sealed. Hull City's players, deflated by the goal, knew their chances were slipping away. As they tried to rally in the final minutes, the Leicester defense stood firm, and the visitors continued to dominate possession. The final whistle blew, and Leicester City had triumphed, reaching their first FA Cup final in over 40 years.

Tristan had once again been the key man, contributing with two assists and a goal. The Leicester fans gave him a standing ovation as the team celebrated. He had been awarded the Man of the Match for the fifth consecutive time in this FA Cup run, receiving the highest rating of 9.5. His influence on the game was undeniable, and he had played every minute of Leicester's FA Cup campaign, collecting accolades and breaking records along the way.

With 7 goals and 5 assists, Tristan topped both the goal-scoring and assist charts, setting a new record for the most assists and goals in a single FA Cup tournament. And he was not even aware that he had broken another record, becoming the first player in FA Cup history to win the Man of the Match award five times in a row.

As Leicester's fans sang in the stands, their attention now turned to the final. Arsenal awaited them, and the stage was set for what promised to be a thrilling climax to the tournament.

Tristan walked into the press conference room, his smile wide and his energy still buzzing from the win. The cameras flashed as he took his seat, the reporters eager to hear from the match's standout player.

"Tristan, congratulations on another fantastic performance!" a reporter from The Guardian began. "You've now scored seven goals and provided five assists in the FA Cup, breaking two records in just half a season as a professional. How does it feel to accomplish that so early in your career?"

Tristan leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on the table, a grin on his face. "Thank you! Honestly, it's a bit overwhelming, but I have to give credit to my teammates and the coaching staff. They've put a lot of trust in me, and that's made all the difference. I just try to focus on doing my job, and the records come with it."

A reporter from Sky Sports then chimed in. "And you've also been named Man of the Match five times in a row in the FA Cup, something that's never been done before. Did you even know about that record?"

Tristan blinked, surprised. "No, I didn't actually! That's incredible. It feels amazing to be recognized, but again, I couldn't have done it without the team around me. Every goal, every assist—it's all part of the collective effort."

Another reporter, Lucy from the BBC, asked, "You've now got Arsenal in the final. How do you feel heading into that match? It's going to be one of the biggest games of your career so far."

Tristan's expression turned serious, his eyes focused. "Arsenal are a fantastic team, and playing them in the final is a huge opportunity. We've had a great run, and we've earned the right to be there. But we're not going to take anything for granted. We've got a lot of work ahead of us, and I'm just excited to face them and do everything I can to help the team bring home the trophy."

A reporter from The Times pressed on with a different angle. "Tristan, there were rumors circulating during the January transfer window that Arsenal had made an attempt to trigger your release clause. Can you confirm that, and how do you feel about the speculation? Have other Premier League clubs shown interest?"

Tristan paused, his face neutral, before responding thoughtfully. "Yes, Arsenal did contact me in regards to my release clause in hopes of bringing me over."

He looked more serious as he continued. "I was raised and born here in this city; my mom was born and raised here; she's been a fan of this team since she was five. My entire family's been fans of this team for generations. I've lived here my entire life, I was in the youth team since I was a kid. I won't leave this team. If I did, God knows what my mom would say."

The room chuckled lightly as Tristan's voice softened again. "So, just as I've always said, I'm happy at Leicester. That hasn't changed. I'm focused on the here and now—on helping my team and improving every day. If other clubs are interested, that's something for my agents and the club to deal with, but I'm here to give my all to Leicester City for as long as I can."

The reporter nodded, clearly satisfied with the answer. Another voice from the back asked, "With your performances, do you think there will be any movement in the summer transfer window? Are you eyeing any particular challenge in the future?"

Tristan's expression softened. "That's all up to the club, isn't it? Right now, I'm fully focused on Leicester. I'm here, I'm playing well, and that's all I can control. If other opportunities arise, we'll see. But my priority is always going to be the team I'm with, and for now, that's Leicester."

Another reporter from The Mirror tried to lighten the mood. "Speaking of success, you've been turning heads not just for your football skills but also for your looks. Any chance you'll be gracing the cover of GQ anytime soon?"

Tristan laughed, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I appreciate the compliment! But I think I'll leave the modeling to the experts. My focus is all on football. I'll let the other guys do the photoshoots!"

The room chuckled, and then a reporter from ITV asked, "Before we wrap up, is there anything you'd like to say to the fans who've been supporting you all the way through this incredible journey?"

Tristan leaned forward, his voice earnest. "I just want to thank the fans for everything. Your support has been amazing, and it means the world to me and the entire team. And I promise we'll give it everything we've got in the final."

As the press conference ended, Tristan stood up, waved to the cameras, and exited the room, his mind already focused on the upcoming FA Cup final.

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[Wow, okay last chapter didn't do well as expected, some of you guys saying the quality is going down, not sure how? It's the same writing style I've been using since the start. But I'm trying people, this is a translation end of the day, however since it's been good so far is because I been using the chinese chapter as a rough draft with me then rewritting everything. But the chinese story does have hope, it's why I choice it so if you guys are going to drop it, I recommand doing it after the World Cup, so at least you have a idea if the story is getting better or worse. And there is hope, people in Patreon who have read the advance chapters haven't said anything bad about the story yet. Anyway thank you and check out the Patreon.]