In just his second appearance for the national team and his first start, Tristan delivered two assists, leading the team to a convincing victory. With three assists in two games, Tristan quickly became the subject of admiration in the British media, cementing his pce as a rising star.

  Not only did his stelr performance earn him widespread praise, but it also triggered the [National Team Assists for Two Goals] achievement, giving him another free attribute point. As the first star selected for the national team's World Cup squad before even pying in the Premier League—excluding Jamie Vardy—Tristan's fame skyrocketed under the spotlight of the media. Fans began to compare him to the likes of Michael Owen and Wayne Rooney, both of whom had burst onto the scene in a simir fashion years before.

  The st young English pyer who had carried such high hopes from the media was Jack Wilshere. Unfortunately, Wilshere's career had been marred by injuries, slowing his progress. Even at 22, Wilshere still had time to fulfill his potential, but his inconsistency served as a reminder of how quickly the media can both build up and tear down a pyer.

  Tristan, however, was well aware of the fickle nature of the press. He knew all too well how they could infte your status when you were on top, only to turn on you when things went south. It was part of the territory in football. But for now, he was riding the wave.

  A year after his retirement, football icon David Beckham—now focusing on building his personal brand and ventures—took to social media to comment on Tristan's performance. Posting an image of Tristan making a cross, which was featured on the cover of The Times, Beckham wrote:

  "Great game! Too bad I couldn't be there to watch live. I've been following this young man for a while—didn't expect him to represent the national team so soon. Well done, Tristan. Keep it up!"

  Not forgetting to @ Tristan, Beckham's tweet set off a frenzy. Overjoyed, Tristan quickly responded by posting a photo of Beckham from the 2006 World Cup in Germany, celebrating an assist. His caption read:

  "Thank you, David! This is why I fell in love with football!"

  Tristan's words came straight from the heart. Beckham had always been his idol, and if it weren't for watching Beckham's free-kick prowess and vision, Tristan might never have pursued football.

  ...

  June 8, 2014, marked a significant day for Tristan—it was his 19th birthday and the beginning of the Three Lions' World Cup journey. Heathrow Airport, Europe's busiest hub, was packed with excited fans dressed in Engnd jerseys, eagerly waving banners and fgs. They had gathered to send off their beloved national team with high hopes for success in Brazil.

  Unable to resist the crowd's enthusiasm, manager Roy Hodgson gave the pyers time to interact with the fans. While veterans like Rooney, Gerrard, and Lampard naturally drew the most attention, Tristan had also become a fan favorite—especially among the female supporters. It wasn't just his talent that made him popur; his striking good looks had earned him the nickname "The New Beckham," a title he lived up to effortlessly.

  Among the sea of fans, two familiar faces stood out—William and Bob from the "Fox Club," loyal Leicester City supporters who had come to see off their pyers, Tristan and Vardy. Tristan noticed them instantly and, after signing their jerseys, posed for a photo.

  "Tristan, show them what you're made of at the World Cup!" William shouted.

  Tristan smiled, offering a confident but humble response, "I will."

  With the cheers and blessings of thousands behind them, the Three Lions boarded their pne, ready to begin their World Cup campaign. Their first destination, however, wasn't Brazil but Miami, USA, where they had one final warm-up match against Honduras. The game was scheduled to prepare the team for the heat and conditions they would face in Brazil, but it also served as a final test before the big stage.

  The sweltering heat in Miami mirrored what they would experience in South America. Despite the high expectations, the first half was frustrating for Engnd. Honduras, a lower-ranked and retively weaker opponent, held their ground, and the Three Lions were unable to break the deadlock.

  At halftime, Hodgson knew he needed to shake things up. In the 60th minute, he called upon his secret weapons—Tristan, Vardy, and Lampard—to take the field. Tristan, who had impressed in the previous warm-up match, slotted into midfield alongside Milner. This was Hodgson's third attempt at finding the perfect midfield pairing, still searching for the right bance between attack and defense.

  The heat took its toll on both teams, but Tristan's introduction injected some much-needed creativity into Engnd's py. With sharp passes and clever movement, he began to unlock spaces in the Honduran defense. It became clear that Hodgson saw Tristan as the young, unpredictable talent who could change the course of a match.

  After coming on as a substitute, Tristan took about ten minutes to find his rhythm, but he didn't disappoint Hodgson watching from the sidelines. By the 72nd minute, the opportunity to make a difference finally arrived. Sterling won a free kick on the right side of the field, and Tristan stepped up to take it. With a pinpoint delivery into the penalty area, Lampard rose above the defense and powered a header into the net—Engnd's only goal of the match.

  That assist not only secured Engnd's victory over Honduras but also marked a new milestone for Tristan. He became the first pyer in Engnd's history to record assists in his first three appearances for the national team. It was a remarkable achievement for the young star, showcasing his growing importance to the squad.

  Meanwhile, Vardy's quest for his first international goal continued. Despite pying a total of 90 minutes across the two warm-up matches against Ecuador and Honduras, he hadn't found the back of the net yet. He had a few shots on target, but luck just wasn't on his side. Vardy, however, remained upbeat, and with Tristan's promise to set him up for a goal during the World Cup, he knew it was only a matter of time before he opened his account.

  With the final warm-up match complete, the Three Lions boarded a pne bound for Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The host nation had pulled out all the stops for the tournament, from fighting crime to renovating stadiums and cleaning up the streets. The buzz surrounding the World Cup was electric, and Engnd, thanks to the global reach of the Premier League and the relentless hype from British media, was one of the most recognized teams on the international stage.

  Upon arrival at Rio de Janeiro International Airport, the team was whisked away to the Pestana Atntic Beach Hotel in a bus fnked by two military vehicles, one in front and one behind, ensuring their safety. The heightened security was a reminder of the unpredictable situation in Brazil, and Vardy, sitting next to Tristan, couldn't help but ment, "Looks like we won't be able to go out for a stroll."

  Tristan chuckled and gave him a nudge. "Instead of thinking about walks, you should focus on finishing the passes I'm going to give you in the matches."

  Vardy grinned and replied with determination, "Don't worry, I'll bury those chances!"

  At the hotel, the pyers were assigned rooms, and Tristan found himself paired with his regur national team roommate, Luke Shaw. After settling in, the first thing Tristan did was call his mom and dad.

  "Mom, I'm at the hotel. How are you and dad?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement. His parents had made the trip to Brazil to support him during his first World Cup journey, a trip arranged seamlessly by his agent, Jorge Mendes. Known for handling every detail for his clients, Mendes had ensured Tristan's family would be there every step of the way.

  As one of the most respected agents in the football world, Mendes saw immense potential in Tristan. He knew that just by appearing in the World Cup, Tristan's value would skyrocket, regardless of his performance on the field. With high-end brand endorsements and sponsorships on the horizon, Mendes was already thinking about the business opportunities waiting in the wings.

  That evening, the team threw Tristan a surprise birthday party to celebrate his 19th birthday.

  The next morning, the Three Lions were off to Fluminense's training base to begin their final preparations for the World Cup. The real challenge was about to begin, and Tristan, fresh off his birthday celebrations, was ready to face it head-on

  It's worth noting that in Engnd's 23-man squad for the World Cup, Hodgson took a bold approach by injecting fresh talent into the team. A quarter of the pyers had fewer than five international caps, and the squad's average age was just 26 years old, reflecting a blend of youth and experience.

  Engnd's history at the World Cup is marked by a single triumph, the legendary 1966 victory on home soil. Since then, their best result came in 1990, when they finished fourth in Italy. Despite the talent they've produced over the years, lifting the trophy has remained elusive.

  For the 2014 World Cup, Engnd found themselves drawn into the group of death alongside Uruguay, Italy, and Costa Rica. The group posed significant challenges, with their opening match set for June 15th against Italy—an old rival that had knocked them out on penalties during the European Championship two years prior. This match promised to be a crucial test for Hodgson's youthful squad, especially with the weight of past disappointments hanging over them.

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  I'm pretty sure I was high as fuck writing this chapter, ngl, can't even remember when I was writing this. Also, we reached more than 450 power stones, holy shit, thank you guys so much.

  And just everyone knows I fucking hated this entire world cup arc or whatever you wanna call it, every single god damn chapter, David Beckham is somehow mentioned, I removed so many fucking paragraphs and single sentences when the mc makes a pass or scored a goal, the author would write the pass and goal was so simir to Beckham from the world cup from 1900 like shut the fuck up.