THEY WERE DOWN 1-0 AFTER HALF-TIME, AND EVERYONE WAS ON EDGE. Roy jogged onto the pitch, and there was a mix of cheers and unsure expressions throughout the Richmond side, but the girls in the box were screaming and clapping a lot louder than anyone. "Roy-o!"

But then, Jamie got the ball again. He kicked it down the field, and every player down their with him was running after him. He was too fast, and there was no one in sight. All of a sudden, though, Roy was gaining on him. After a few moments, he was close enough to slide tackle him.

"Hold on. Can you believe it? It's Kent! Yeah!" Both men went tumbling to the ground, Jamie looking absolutely shocked and kind of embarrassed that the man he had been teasing for months for being slow and old had just chased him down and stopped him. "Once again, the tortoise has stopped the hare."

"That's how you put him down, Roy! What's the matter?" Rebecca questioned as she and Lois jumped up and down and cheered together. They had just noticed the worried looks on their friends' faces, and Willie gestured down to the pitch where Roy was lying down and groaning.

He hel;d his knee up to his chest. It was hard to tell from how far away they were, but his face was scrunched up in pain. Keeley muttered, "He's not getting up."

"Now this looks serious. It was a fair tackle on Tartt, but Kent may have paid the price." The doctor, Sam, and Colin ran over to the Kent man and talked to him for a second before the Obisanya man reached down to help him up. Before he could, however, he paused and gestured to the crowd, who was chanting.

"Roy Kent! He's here, he's there, he's every-fucking-where. Roy Kent! Roy Kent!" The women in the box danced around as they screamed the words to the chant that Willie had not heard in a hot minute. She was not a football fan when Roy was at his peak. She wasn't even living in England, but she had heard of the great Roy Kent. "He's here, he's there, he's every-fucking-where. Roy Kent! Roy Kent!"

"Well, we apologize for the fruity language as the crowd serenades Roy Kent with a song that's echoed through the Premier League for more than a decade." Roy stood up and began limping toward the exit. Keeley got up, and they all nodded to her, knowing that she had to go see her man. "As Kent comes off, he claps the fans in gratitude. Kent has been a fan favorite because he always left everything he had out on the pitch, and he did so tonight. Chris, does this almost feel like a farewell to you?"

"Well, you have to wonder, Arlo. At his age, with that injury... Personally, I'm sorry to say, I think this may be the last time we ever see the great Roy Kent lace up his boots."

There were three minutes left in the match when about a thousand phones went off at once. Willie pulled hers out to check it, and her eyes widened when she saw the notification. She jumped out of her seat. "Holy shit! Crystal Palace won 6-0."

"Wait, then all we need is a tie," Rebecca realized. All they needed was to get one point and tie the game in order to not get relegated.

Lois then spun around and yelled so loud that Willie swore she saw players on the pitch even look up at them. She had never seen her roommate so passionate about anything, not even wine. "Let's go, Richmond!"

"Three minutes of added time is all that's left in Richmond's season. Montlaur runs left. Fouled hard by Scharfenberg." Richard tumbled to the ground, hitting his hand on the ground and holding his ankle in pain. The Lane woman squeezed both of the women's shoulders so hard that they felt things crack because of how worried she was. "Montlaur earns Richmond a late free kick. I think he's making a meal of it, Arlo. City players do too."

"No, Chris. He's definitely hurt. No, no, he's absolutely fine," Arlo announced when the man sprung back up to his feet with no problem once he saw that they got the free kick.

Lois clapped. "Yeah, that's my boy!"

"You've talked to him twice," Willie reminded her, causing her to just glare back at her before turning back to the game. She had spoken to the French man one time at some party Willie was invited to by Colin, and she instantly fell in love. Then, she saw him again when they all went out drinking.

The Richmond players then all got in a formation that was unfamiliar to almost everyone in the stadium except for Willie. Once they crouched down, she got excited when she realized that they were in American football positions. Her brother, while not the most athletic person in the world, always made her and their best friend sit through hours and hours of football, including pre-game coverage and millions of replays.

Whatever they were doing worked because Man City had absolutely no clue how it respond to that. The play started, and everyone fanned out, most people open since they had no one covering them. Sam got the ball, and Willie's leg was shaking violently from how nervous she was. He passed it to a wide-open Dani who then kicked it straight into the net.

Everyone fucking screamed. The Manchester City fans were groaning while Richmond was hugging each other and cheering. That was a beautiful play. Lois, Willie, and Rebecca all hugged, but the brunette woman froze when she saw what was happening on the field. "Oh, shit. Jamie!"

"Straight from the kickoff, City are back on the attack. There he is again." Jamie fucking Tartt had the ball and was running down the field. He dodged Winchester and kept sprinting. "Tartt loses Winchester with ease. It's only him and the goalkeeper."

Time seemed to slow down, and the muffled voices of the announcers were in the background as every single face on the Richmond side dropped. "No. Oh, he makes the extra pass. Hendrick buries it. Manchester City win, and AFC Richmond's time in the Premier League is over."

Colin was sitting in between Willie's legs, his head leaned back on her stomach as she rubbed his head comfortingly. He was really sweaty and gross, but she figured that she could stand it this once since they were all so upset. She would just have to wash her jeans about a hundred times when she got home. Lois was sitting iver by the Montlaur man and comforting him. They spoke in hushed French, and Willie shook her head at them with a smile. Ted made his way to the front of the room for his speech.

"Hey. Y'all played a heck of a game out there. We may not have won, but y'all definitely succeeded. I mean, you gave the champs 90 minutes of hell. Zoreaux, where you at? That dude had more saves than a Baptist preacher. Give it up for Zoreaux. What about Roy? Roy chased down his grandson. Stopped him from getting an easy one. Now, look, this is a sad moment right here. For all of us. And there ain't nothing I can say, standing in front of you right now, that can take that away. But please do me this favor, will you?"

"Lift your heads up and look around this locker room. Yeah? Look at everybody else in here. And I want you to be grateful that you're going through this sad moment with all these other folks." Colin tilted his head and looked up at the girl above him and smiled. She grinned back down at him, glad that he was not completely broken. "Because I promise you, there is something worse out there than being sad, and that is being alone and being sad. Ain't nobody in this room alone. Sam, do you remember what animal has the shortest memory?"

"A goldfish," Sam responded.

"That's right. It's a goldfish," Ted confirmed, and he looked back over at the man after making sure that everyone was listening to this, "Sam, what do you think we should all do once we get done being sad and/or angry about this situation?"

He smiled slightly. "I think we should all be a goldfish."

"I agree. Let's be sad now. Let's be sad together. And then we can be a gosh-darn goldfish," the coach informed them before calling the Carlisle woman over and saying that he had a job for her. She squeezed Colin's hand before he leaned off of her so that she could get up.

She got her task from Ted and headed outside with an envelope in her hand. She headed over to the Manchester City bus where the players were piling on, happy from their big win. Jamie paused when he saw her walking over, and his heart skipped a beat when she smiled at him. She stopped in front of him, her hands in her pockets. "Nice playing, you asshole."

"Just doing me job," he said smugly, shaking his head jokingly like it was such a shame that he won. "Hope you don't hate me because I'm just too good."

"I can promise you that I will never hate you because of that," she said with a roll of her eyes. It was honestly nice to see the man, even though he was a complete and utter asshole. He had his moments, and she had learned a lot about him that season.

They both chuckled, and he raised his eyebrows at her, assuming that she had a reason for coming up to him because she probably did not just want to talk to him. He was a prick, and she had informed him of that many times. Why would she want to talk to him? "What are you doing here?"

"I'm supposed to give you this," she responded, and she pulled the envelope out of her pocket and handed it over to him. His name was scrawled on the front, and there was obviously a small trinket or something in there since it was a little thicker in places.

He accepted it and examined it for a second before looking back up at her. He smirked. "What is it? A love letter? You know, you can just confess your love for me right now. You don't have to write it down."

"You wish," she laughed out, shaking her head. She began walking backward and back toward the building. He wanted to reach out for her, but he knew that he shouldn't. He ran his fingers along the paper in his hand as he watched her call back to him, "May we meet again, Jamie Tartt."

"May we meet again, Willie Carlisle."