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Capítulo 73: Starting XL 1

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The tension before England's match against Costa Rica was palpable. It wasn't just any game — this was the match that would decide whether England would advance to the knockout stages of the 2014 World Cup. With all eyes on them, the players had to deliver. For Tristan, this was a defining moment in his young career. The 19-year-old had already made waves with his substitute appearances, but now, he was a starter.

The coaching staff, led by Roy Hodgson, had opted for a tactical change. With Sturridge on the left, Rooney up front, and Sterling still on the right, it was clear that Hodgson was setting up for an offensive onslaught, relying heavily on Tristan's creativity in the middle to link play and supply the strikers.

The tension in the locker room was thick as the players suited up, each one fully aware of the stakes. 

The media and the world had already recognized Tristan as the breakout star of the tournament, and now he had to prove that he could handle the pressure. As he looked around the room, the words of his manager echoed in his mind: "This is your moment, Tristan. Show us what you've got."

Tristan had been the catalyst for England's survival in the tournament so far. In two substitute appearances, he had been involved in every key moment — from his assist against Italy to his unforgettable goal against Uruguay. 

Yet, despite all the praise he had received, there was still one thing missing: consistency. This match against Costa Rica would be his opportunity to prove that he wasn't just a flash in the pan. He needed to cement his place as England's next big star.

The game day atmosphere in Belo Horizonte was electric. The iconic Mineirao Stadium, home to 62,000 spectators, was packed with passionate fans from both sides. English supporters were in full force, waving flags and singing songs to rally their team. 

Even some of the world's football elite had come to watch. David Beckham, the former England captain and global icon, was present with his family.

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In the same stands was Ronaldinho, the Brazilian legend, who was not only a former Ballon d'Or winner but also an Atlético Mineiro player. 

[The glaze for Beckham was crazy dare lord in this chapter, shit give me brain damage, had to delete and remove so much of it not to mention placing Beckham in the same tier as Ronaldinho is crazy, lmao. Chinese fans must love Beckham to death if they putting fucking Beckham in the same league as fucking Ronaldinho.] 

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Back in the England locker room, Tristan's nerves were starting to settle. His heart was still racing, but now there was a sense of anticipation coursing through him. He had prepared for this, both physically and mentally. He had always dreamed of this moment — to be the one to lead his country on the biggest stage of them all.

As the teams lined up in the tunnel, Tristan stood tall, ready for what lay ahead. The roar of the crowd, the flashing lights of the cameras, the weight of history — it was all coming together in one defining moment. He took a deep breath, his mind clearing. There was no turning back now.

With the final instructions from Hodgson fresh in his mind, Tristan jogged out onto the pitch. The sea of English supporters erupted in cheers as they saw the number 22 jersey on the field. This wasn't just any player — this was the young man who had given them hope in a World Cup where, up until now, there had been so little. But now, the world was watching as England's rising star took his place on the field.

The match against Costa Rica began with an intensity that matched the occasion. Hodgson's strategy was clear: exploit the wings and control the midfield. Sturridge's pace on the left, Sterling's directness on the right, and the creative spark of Tristan in the middle were the weapons England would use to break down Costa Rica's defense.

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Tristan knew that his role was pivotal. He wasn't just there to make the pretty passes or play the simple ball; he had to be the playmaker, the one who unlocked the defense. And while he had admired Wayne Rooney for years, this game was about him, not Rooney. For the first time in his young career, Tristan could feel the weight of expectation of an entire country on him, but he also felt a fire within him. This was his moment to shine.

Tristan stood in the tunnel, his thoughts racing as the noise from the stands echoed in his ears. The bright lights of the stadium bathed the field in a glowing hue, while the smell of fresh grass lingered in the air. It was surreal — this was the World Cup, the pinnacle of football. Every professional player dreamed of this moment, and now he was here, about to make his first start for England.

Turning to look at his opponents, Tristan couldn't help but feel the weight of the occasion. Costa Rica. The team that had stunned the world with their shocking victories against Uruguay and Italy. On paper, they were the underdogs, the team no one had expected to make it this far, let alone challenge for a place in the knockout stages. Yet, their performances so far had been nothing short of miraculous.

It was impossible not to respect Costa Rica's accomplishments. A 3-1 win over Uruguay and a 1-0 shutout of Italy — those results were more than enough to get the football world's attention. And while many had written off Costa Rica as a group-stage outsider, they had proved everyone wrong, and they were now in the running to make history.

But for all their underdog spirit and shock victories, the truth was that Costa Rica's team had a far lower value than England's. Costa Rica's squad was worth a fraction of England's, with a total value of less than 30 million euros compared to England's 300 million. Yet, the disparity in value didn't guarantee a win. After all, the beautiful game wasn't about the price tags on players. Football had a way of leveling the playing field, making it anyone's game until the final whistle.

Tristan was well aware of the challenge ahead. Costa Rica had no superstars to speak of — at least not by the standards of the big European leagues. But what they lacked in individual talent, they made up for with sheer unity and discipline. Their defensive resilience, led by goalkeeper Keylor Navas, had been the cornerstone of their success.

Navas was having a standout World Cup, with an average of seven saves per game. His heroics had kept his team alive in the tournament, and his La Liga form had earned him accolades, including being named the best goalkeeper of the season. Navas had proven himself to be a wall in the net, and Tristan knew that breaking him down would be no easy feat.

Despite playing for modest clubs, Costa Rica's players had a certain fire in their hearts. Players like Bryan Ruiz, the experienced captain who had made his name at Fulham, and Joel Campbell, who was loaned out by Arsenal to Greece, had brought leadership and determination to the squad. Though Costa Rica's total squad value was paltry compared to England's, their unity and collective strength had been their greatest asset. They had become the ultimate team underdogs, showing the world that football was about more than just individual brilliance.

Tristan took a deep breath and reminded himself of the stakes. England could not afford to underestimate Costa Rica. A win was imperative, not just for qualification, but to keep their hopes of progressing alive. The team had come into the tournament with high expectations, and now it was up to them to deliver.

But beyond the tactical considerations and the pressure of the occasion, Tristan knew something else: football was about enjoyment. For Costa Rica, this World Cup had been a dream. With no expectations and no pressure, they were playing with freedom. And that was dangerous. When a team plays without fear, anything can happen.

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"Welcome to the Mineirão Stadium, where we are about to witness a crucial match in Group D!"

"England vs Costa Rica."

"Let's first take a look at the starting lineups for both teams."

Following the energetic introduction, the players from both teams lined up to make their entrance onto the field. As Tristan stepped onto the pitch, holding the caddy, the roar of the crowd reverberated through the stands. The sheer energy and enthusiasm from both sets of fans was palpable. Cheers erupted, echoing across the stadium, as England's starlet took his place.

Costa Rica, as expected, were lining up in their signature 5-4-1 defensive formation, aiming to stifle England's attacking prowess. Despite having already secured their spot as Group D leaders with two wins, they were still determined to put up a fight. Coach Pinto had made several changes, rotating key players while still keeping the spine of the team intact, with goalkeeper Keylor Navas, captain Bryan Ruiz, and striker Joel Campbell all starting. The remaining six spots featured a mix of fresh legs—good news for England, who were eager to pounce on any opportunity.

For England, the equation was simple: win, and they would advance to the knockout stages, joining Costa Rica. The Three Lions had destiny in their hands.

As the national anthems echoed around the stadium, the camera focused on the players of the Three Lions, capturing their steely resolve. When Tristan's face appeared on the big screen, the crowd responded with an eruption of cheers—his first World Cup start, and many were hoping he would be the spark to ignite England's campaign.

"And with that, we are underway! The match that could decide so much for England, and the Three Lions take the first kick-off."

With a quick flick from Wayne Rooney, the ball found its way to Tristan's feet. The crowd held its breath, and so did he. A moment of anticipation. As he prepared to move forward, something unexpected happened—Costa Rica's players retreated. The entire team dropped deep into their own half, forming a solid wall in front of the penalty area.

"Costa Rica's defensive setup is as expected—it's a 5-4-1. But with such a compact formation, can England break them down? This is going to be a real test of their creativity!"

Though Costa Rica had already qualified, they weren't rolling over. They made it clear: if England wanted to qualify, they would need to earn it.

In the third minute, England launched an early attack. Tristan and Rooney combined with a quick wall pass. Rooney sprinted to the edge of the penalty area and launched a powerful shot toward goal—hard and fast, but just a bit too central. Navas dove to his right, expertly parrying the ball away with both fists, ensuring no rebound found its way into the net.

"Navas with a brilliant save! That was a powerful shot from Rooney, but Navas shows why he's one of the world's best goalkeepers!"

The ball was quickly cleared by Costa Rica's defenders, falling to England's central defender, Cahill. No goal, but the tension was rising, and the England fans were roaring their approval.

As the game progressed, Tristan quickly took on the role of orchestrator. He could see that Costa Rica's midfield was overloaded, making it difficult for Rooney to receive passes in the center. So, Tristan shifted his focus, opting to play wide and stretch the Costa Rican defense. With each pass to the wings, he encouraged his teammates to exploit the gaps, drawing out defenders and opening lanes in the middle.

"Tristan's vision is already on display. You can see him adjusting England's play, shifting the ball to the wings, looking to break Costa Rica's dense defensive block."

In the eighth minute, Tristan moved to the left, linking up with Sturridge. The pair exchanged quick passes as Sturridge danced around a defender before whipping in a low cross to the center. However, the delivery was not quite right—too close to the goalkeeper and too easy for Navas to claim.

"A little too close to Navas there. It's the right idea, but Sturridge will be disappointed with that pass."

Five minutes later, the attack switched to the left again, and Tristan quickly passed to Sturridge, who found himself 1v1 with Costa Rica's right-back, Gamboa. Sturridge, ever the confident one, began to dribble, trying to create space. He attempted two quick bicycle kicks—fancy footwork, but in the end, it was all for naught as his shot flew wide of the goal.

"Sturridge's confidence is evident, but that was a waste of a great opportunity. A long shot is not the answer here."

With the ball now back in England's control, Tristan scanned the field. He knew they had to be patient and not fall into the trap of taking speculative shots. He understood that long-range efforts, unless perfectly executed, would only give possession away to Costa Rica.

Tristan's tactical mind was always one step ahead. In the 18th minute, he called for a positional change with Sterling, asking the winger to cut inside while he moved out to the right. A quick, short-passing exchange between them unlocked a precious opportunity. Tristan now found himself facing Costa Rica's left-back, Diaz, with acres of space ahead.

As Diaz advanced to close him down, Tristan grinned—a moment of pure confidence. With a quick push of the ball, he shifted past the defender with a fluid, almost effortless move. Diaz, caught off guard, was left in his wake. Tristan didn't waste a second; his eyes darted toward the box, found Rooney's running position and, without hesitation, he swung a perfect cross into the middle.

"Oh, what a move! The speed, the precision—Tristan has left Diaz in the dust. And now, the ball is into the danger zone!"

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I'm reading this chapter and I'm like just no way this is my work, shit is so meh, lmao, wtf. I would rewrite it, but I got some assignments due today. I can't cook when the chinese chapters are so shit. That's why I started writing more of my own content.Anyway the story is going up in power stones and comments is making me feel like 2018 Lebron,can't tell if that's good or bad for my ego, lmao.

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And for that team Tristan is transfering to has to be in the Premier League, I do a poll later for the team but I do have one in mind right now.I don't know much about the other four leagues and its just gonna be too much work and time that I dont have, I'm already crashing out with my assignments and tests. Everyday I'm closer to having a mental breakdown, this story is just me trying to ignore reality for a hour or two. Also we are not doing fucking Spurs, have some sense of shame for those even saying that. Like look in the mirrow and tell yourself you are better than that.

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