Okay guys, this is kinda weird for me. I didn't write this, I just uploaded it for PS3Concerned because his PC was destroyed in a water spillage. Give him credit for writing it, not me. I really enjoyed what he wrote so far, so I hope you do too! And yes, this is a spinoff of my A New World story. Don't consider it a sequel or part of my story's canon however.

Thursday, 27th March 2021

Manchester, England

The Etihad Stadium

The wind blew furiously in John's face, it was the Quarter Final of the UEFA Champions League and the Home crowd were laid back as Manchester City FC were leading 2-0 against former world champions CF Barcelona. John was Manchester City's goalkeeper and so far was doing rather well.

He sighed, "Come on... Only 32 minutes left..." He muttered to himself, John had short brown hair and dark turquoise eyes. He was England's international 2nd choice goalkeeper, after Louis Menses.

Beats of sweat poured down John's face as Barcelona cut through Manchester City's defense. The striker was approaching fast, he then kicked the ball and John braced for a save. He expected to feel the ball in his hands but it turned out that the striker had passed it to a midfielder. The midfielder then kicked the ball and John watched as it flew straight past him with tremendous force. "No..." John thought. It was 2-1. The whistle then blew for full time.

The Home crowd cheered furiously as they had made it to the Semi Final. John however, was now incredibly angry at himself for conceding a goal. He despised conceding goals, so did the Manager, Jacob Barden. Who flashed him a concerned look and approached him,

"Beacroft, what's wrong? We won!" The Manager said brightly, John glared at him.

"You know I hate conceding goals, Jacob." He replied coldly, but continued, "I... *sigh* I think I'll miss the Semi Final." Jacob suddenly brought up a shocked face.

"What! We NEED you! You're the best we have!" The Manager too sighed, "But if that's how you feel, I'm sure Pantillimon won't mind covering for you." He patted John on the back and jogged off, the Home crowd were waving at John, to which he returned. He walked miserably through the tunnel, getting the usual "Well done," and "Good job," from the staff. He entered the Changing Rooms and some of the players came up to him and chatted. This brightened him up a bit.

"John? What's wrong?" Asked the goal scorer, Rodrigo.

"You know how much I hate conceding goals. Especially in the fucking Champions League!" John snapped, then sighed, "Sorry, Rodrigo. I just seriously wanted to keep a clean sheet."

Rodrigo smiled, "its fine, man. I understand." He replied. Suddenly Manchester City's defender, Collin came up to Rodrigo.

"Yo, Roddy! Amazing goal pal!" Collin near-yelled.

"Thanks..."

John had stopped listening, he simply left the Changing Rooms and walked around the stadium and went to the car park. He then grunted in annoyance.

"Christ bestowed upon me! Where the heck is my car- Oh there it is." He muttered to himself as he approached his Bugatti Veyron, the fastest car in the world. John stroked the bonnet lovingly, "You may have cost me 3 million, but it was WORTH IT!" He thought. He got inside and started up the engine with a *ROAR*. He then took it out and drove off.

After five minutes, he had reached the motorway. The sound off the wind resistance hitting the car enthralled him. He then heard several beeps, only to find a bus full of Manchester City fans waving at him. He returned the wave and noticed a small boy also waving. John nodded in appreciation towards the boy, making him light up faster than a virgin in Newcastle.

He turned around and saw a convenient exit off the motorway; he waved his final goodbyes to the loyal fans and exited the motorway. After around 20 minutes of rude hand gestures and cheers from Manchester City's fans, he had reached his 3 story house in the countryside.

"Well, I ain't got training tomorrow, may as well do an all nighter." John thought to himself as he entered his house. He then checked his voicemail.

"You have... 1 new message." The voicemail spoke to him. He then pressed the Play button, he expected someone offering him something stupid. But instead he heard static, this startled him and he stopped the recording.

"I hope this isn't going to be a set up for a scary movie." He muttered to himself as he made his way up to his bedroom. He looked around and saw his XBOX 360. He was surprised that he didn't throw this away and buy an XBOX 720. But 1 million people still play it, so he may as well.

John went up to his XBOX and switched it on, he then began playing Team Fortress 2, he also wondered why 300,000 people began to play this again, but it made Valve Gaming happy.

He played as Medic, his favorite character. He was at 98% charge, until a Scout killed him. He then heard a tomboyish cheer from down the guy's mic.

"Nice kill. But I was at 98% ubercharge though! So technically you got lucky." John said down his mic, he then heard a giggle.

"Loser! HAHAHAHA!-" The tomboyish jeers were suddenly cut off.

"Stop it Dashie! Don't be mean down the mic!" Scolded a teen voice, "Who was just trying to talk to me?" The voice from down the mic asked.

"Me, John Beacroft." John replied. The jeering from the tomboy hadn't affected him, if anything it was rather funny.

"Hey there John Beacroft, my name's Danny. And I see you've met Dashie..." The voice called Danny said, John laughed.

"Yep." He simply replied, suddenly he was changed to the BLU team.

"Oh hey! You're on ours!" Danny exclaimed.

"Aw, fuck! We were winning!" John said, he heard a groan.

"Stop being a bitch and charge me!" Danny yelled with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Fine! That'll be 50 pounds, please." John mocked; he heard another groan, "Okay! Okay! Are you the Heavy?"

"Yeah," Danny answered.

He then shot his MediGun at him, making the Heavy turn a Cobalt blue.

"YAAAAH! I AM BULLET PROOF!" Danny yelled, imitating the Heavy's voice.

"Get to ze control point, dummkopf!" John ordered, making a poor effort of imitating the Medic. After 10 minutes, the game was over.

"Hey Danny I'm going off now, do you mind if I add you?" John asked.

"Sure, go ahead!" Danny replied, "Hey, what does he mean by adding you?" The tomboy said in the background. "It means to become friends." Danny responded.

"How doesn't she know?" John asked.

"I'm afraid I cannot tell you that. See ya!" Danny suddenly appeared offline. APPEARED. He was still on, but John still turned off his XBOX and went to bed.

He sighed, "How doesn't she know?" He repeated to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Goodbye!