Football singularity

Chapter 320 320 Brazil

As the ceremony reached its climax, the tension in the air felt electric. The golden Scottish Cup gleamed under the stadium lights, a symbol of glory as the league's biggest single tournament trophy. The crowd roared, a wave of sound that washed over the players as they gathered around the trophy. Rakim found his place among his teammates, already excited to get a hold of the silver trophy that seemed to be calling his name.

Scott walked towards the trophy placed on the small podium, where President Mike handed the trophy to the captain who firmly grasped it in his hands. Turning around to face his team who were already eagerly waiting he called over coach Lennon letting him hold one side of the cup. Both men walked up to the semi-circle the players had created, "Ohhhhhhhhh, Champione, Champione, Champione, Oh Ohh Ohh ohhh ohhh Ohhhh, CHAMPIONE!!!!"

The chant echoed through Hampden Park originating from the players who proceeded to jump up and down upon lifting their trophy. Green and white confetti fell from the sky as the thunderous rhythm continued to pulse in tune with the heartbeat of every Celtic fan present. As the players joined in, their voices mingled with the crowd's roar, creating a symphony of jubilation. Rakim felt the energy surge through him, a rush of adrenaline that made every moment of sweat and sacrifice worth it.

What happened next was utter chaos as the players lined up for a quick team photo before breaking off into smaller groups to continue the celebrations. Somehow, they got their hands on massive bottles of Champaign and started spaying them all over the place quickly soaking. Rakim joined the rest of his teammates in their frantic celebrations feeling like he was on cloud nine for the next few minutes basking in the glory of winning the first silverware of his professional career.

A few minutes later, the entire Celtic squad, started moving around the stadium to thank the fans who'd spent their hard-earned money to cheer them on. Rakim fully enjoyed the moment, interacting with the fans to the fullest especially the ones wearing Titan fit Hoods. Most of them were drunk with joy and all the alcohol they had been chugging throughout the game. Young Dembele and Forrest even jumped into the stands to join them in singing their team's songs fully enjoying the moment.

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Mike Jones with Sky Sports and Carla Jacobs who was now working for BBC Scotland's sports division managed to drag Rakim out for an interview. They both wanted to get the first scoop after realising that the young winger hadn't been interviewed yet. "Rakim, congratulations on winning the 2018, Scottish Cup," Carla said, holding out a microphone towards the young superstar.

"Thank you, hope you liked the match" Rakim replied with a happy smile making eye contact with the beautiful Brunet who was wearing a blue-coloured professional one-piece dress. She stood at a height of 5'8, so she had to tilt her head upwards slightly to make eye contact with him.

"Yes, it was a stunning game, kept us on the edge of our seats till the last moment," She replied in a friendly manner as she maintained her professional smile keeping the conversation going. Before both of them realised they had a full-blown conversation about the match, as the young ace reporter easily kept the conversation going.

"(Ahem), How do you feel about winning your first professional trophy?" Mike queried finally getting his piece in the conversation almost startling Rakim who had forgotten he was there. "Of course, I'm over the moon, you dream of these moment's and when they actually happen it's better than you ever imagined. Surreal is what I'm currently feeling,"

"I can Imagine, you were amazing out there one goal and an assist, is it safe to say you are satisfied with your performance," Carla questioned getting back into the conversation. "Yeah, you had your moments of brilliance out there quite impressive out there," Mike added, trying to steer the conversation back under his control.

Rakim chuckled softly, running a hand through his damp hair as he nodded. "Thanks, yeah, it was a tough match. Hearts really made us work for it. But I think it was a team effort more than anything. We all dug deep and gave everything we had out there." His tone was humble, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable.

"You've had quite the journey this season, Rakim. A lot of people doubted whether you could bounce back from that shooting and return to top form. Do you feel like you've proven them wrong tonight?" Carla questioned with curiosity wanting to get the winger's take on this since he hadn't publicly spoken about the issue even after his return. He mostly dodged any direct answers regarding the issue using his charming personality to deflect.

"I think," he began slowly, choosing his words carefully, "It was definitely a horrifying experience, not just for me but also for my family and friends. If I'm being honest, it was never about proving anything to anyone but more about living up to the image of the player, I know I am." He looked at Clara, holding her gaze for a moment before continuing, "Winning that trophy just proves that my support team didn't waste their time believing and investing in me. That goes especially for my Mum who has been, my coach, nutritionist, and now agent"

"Your Mum's a woman of many talents," She responded with a light chuckle.

"That she is, must have something to do with the myth of Woman being able to multitask," Rakim replied almost instantaneously saying the first thing that came to his mind. "Oh, trust me it's not a myth it's very much real"

Rakim grinned, sensing the playful tone of Carla's response. "I won't argue with that," he said, laughing lightly. He shifted his weight, still buzzing from the adrenaline of the victory, his eyes occasionally darting back to the celebrations continuing behind them. His teammates were still drenched in champagne and confetti, revelling in the glory of their triumph.

Mike, not wanting to lose the flow of the interview, stepped back in. "So, Rakim, with this Scottish Cup under your belt and TitanFit making waves with you as the Face, What's next? Can we expect to see you playing in Manchester next season if the rumours are to be believed?"

Rakim paused for a moment, instantly sobering up from the happy mood he was feeling as the question was causing his spidey senses to tingle. Although I didn't touch any of the alcohol, joy can equally do the job of making you let your guard down. Whatever the case Rakim instantly felt that if he answered wrong, he would have all types of headlines he'd like to avoid pooping up tomorrow morning.

"That's a good question emm... Mike," He started his demeanour shifting to a more composed one as he for the first time made eye contact with the man. The man's looks were pretty average, but he possesses a rugged kind of charm Coupled with his outgoing charisma it is no wonder he is a successful anchor for sky sport in Scotland.

"First off it has been amazing to see how the Rex nation has taken to the TitanFit philosophy and genuinely embraced it in their daily life. As for who I will be playing next that's something for my agent to answer but from what I hear Brazill is nice in October."

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To Be continued...