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"I like it more knowing your mouth’s been on it.”
Jude tries not to visibly flip his lid. Why’s Erling have to be such a flirt? "Join the club bruv.”
“Mate, who’d you think started it?” He takes a whiff where the inner collar is still damp, a splotch of darker gray in the shape of Jude’s mouth. “Whew. You’d make more than your transfer fee putting this up on eBay.”
“Ta,” Jude says weakly.
Something’s wrong with the English national team: Kane’s sick, Declan’s sick, fucking Tuchel's sick, and before anyone can get them sorted they’ve been knocked out the bracket and sent packing for Europe. It’s only after pre-season training begins that Jude learns not only is he the lucky one the problem followed home, but also that the lads are right as rain now that they’re a country away from him—and worst of all, that all the way over in Manchester, Enzo Maresca’s at his wit’s end and pointing the finger at the one person Jude’s Flo has to remind him monthly to block.
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- Part 1 of Come Back With Your Shield, or On It