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They moved through the house slowly, not rushing to the next thing. As the cool air inside wrapped around them as they stepped in, a contrast to the warmth outside.
The house carried that slow, unhurried rhythm with them as they moved through it.
No rush to change.
No rush to check phones.
No rush to step back into anything that pulled them away from each other.
Just soft movement.
Soft conversation.
Soft quiet.
And that quiet stayed with them through the rest of that day and the next and the next.
The off-season stretched gently around them like a deep breath they'd been holding for months finally released.
They kept their routine simple.
Mornings with breakfast together.
Walks through Richmond with Cheddar bouncing ahead of them, stopping every few steps to investigate something only he could see.
Afternoons where sometimes they sat in the garden, sometimes on the couch, sometimes just in the same room doing different things but close enough to reach out and touch.
Evenings where they cooked, laughed, sometimes argued playfully over what to watch, and then ended up sitting side by side anyway, Cheddar curled somewhere between them.
And slowly, almost without noticing it.
A week passed.
The living room felt lived in now.
Comfortable.
Warm.
A blanket thrown over the arm of the couch.
Cheddar's toys scattered across the rug in small, chaotic clusters.
Sunlight streaming in through the windows, painting soft shapes across the floor.
Francesco sat on the couch, leaning back into the cushions, one arm draped loosely around Leah's shoulders.
Leah was tucked into his side, holding Cheddar in her lap, one hand gently stroking his fur in slow, absentminded motions.
On the TV in front of them, a dog documentary played with wide shots of open landscapes, different breeds running through fields, narration calm and soothing.
Cheddar's ears twitched occasionally at the sounds coming from the screen, his head tilting slightly whenever a bark or howl echoed from the speakers.
Leah was completely focused.
Eyes fixed on the screen.
Soft smile.
Every so often, she would quietly react.
"Oh, look at that one," she murmured once, her voice warm.
Francesco glanced over.
It was a segment about a sheepdog herding across wide hills.
"Reminds me of someone," he teased lightly.
She turned her head slightly.
"Cheddar could never," she said, amused.
Cheddar barked once, as if offended.
Francesco laughed under his breath.
"He's trying his best."
Leah smiled, pressing a small kiss to the top of Cheddar's head.
"Of course he is."
Francesco's hand rested gently on Leah's shoulder, his thumb making small, absent circles without him even thinking about it.
In his other hand, he held his phone.
The screen lit softly against the natural light of the room.
His banking app open.
Numbers.
Large numbers.
The result of contracts.
Bonuses.
Endorsements.
Years of work.
Years of discipline.
Years of sacrifice.
He scrolled slowly.
Not out of greed.
Not out of obsession.
But out of a quiet kind of disbelief that still hadn't fully left him.
Every time he saw it, part of him still remembered the kid he used to be.
Counting coins.
Saving small amounts.
Dreaming about this life.
And now.
It was here.
Real.
Tangible.
He let out a small breath.
Not proud in a loud way.
Not boastful.
Just reflective.
Leah shifted slightly beside him, adjusting Cheddar more comfortably in her lap.
"You okay?" she asked softly, not taking her eyes off the TV.
Francesco glanced at her.
"Yeah," he said. "Just looking at something."
She hummed lightly.
"What kind of something?"
He tilted his phone slightly toward her.
"Just checking my account."
That got her attention.
Her eyes flicked down briefly to the screen.
Her eyebrows lifted slightly.
Then she let out a quiet, amused breath.
"Yeah," she said. "I'd say that's a decent amount."
Francesco smirked.
"Decent?"
She nudged him lightly with her shoulder.
"Alright, very decent."
He chuckled softly, locking his phone and setting it down on the table in front of them.
"It's weird sometimes," he admitted quietly.
"What is?"
"Seeing it like that," he said. "All of it. The money. The numbers. The contracts. The brands. The whole life."
Leah leaned her head slightly against his shoulder.
"Does it feel real?"
He thought about that for a second.
Then nodded slowly.
"It does," he said. "But it also doesn't sometimes."
She understood that.
Because she had watched his journey.
Watched the rise.
Watched the pressure.
Watched the work behind every single thing people only saw the result of.
"It's real because you earned it," she said softly.
Francesco's hand tightened slightly around her shoulder.
"Yeah," he said. "We did."
She smiled faintly at that word.
We.
Before she could say anything else, Cheddar shifted in her lap, distracted by a sudden burst of barking from the TV.
On screen, a group of dogs sprinted across a beach, chasing each other through the surf.
Cheddar's head shot up, eyes wide, tail wagging furiously.
Leah laughed.
"Look at him," she said. "He thinks he's in it."
Francesco grinned.
"He's studying his future."
Cheddar let out a small bark toward the TV.
Leah giggled, hugging him slightly closer.
"You'll get there," she whispered to him.
Francesco watched them both for a second.
That same quiet warmth filling his chest again.
This.
Right here.
This was the part no one saw.
The part no camera captured.
The part no interview ever fully explained.
And it was everything.
His phone buzzed lightly on the table.
A small vibration.
A notification.
Francesco glanced down.
The name on the screen:
Jorge.
He leaned forward slightly, reaching for the phone and unlocking it.
The message was short.
Clear.
Efficient.
That was how Jorge always communicated when it came to scheduling.
"No activities for the next two weeks. Rest or take vacation, it's the off season man. We resume your off season work after."
Francesco stared at the message for a second.
Two weeks.
No shoots.
No interviews.
No brand meetings.
No appearances.
Nothing.
Just.
Time.
He leaned back again slowly, phone still in his hand.
Leah noticed the shift immediately.
"What is it?" she asked, glancing up at him now.
Francesco turned the phone slightly so she could see.
Her eyes moved across the message.
Then widened just slightly.
Then softened.
"Oh," she said quietly.
A small smile began to form.
"Two weeks," she added.
Francesco nodded.
"Two weeks."
There was a beat.
A quiet, shared understanding passing between them without words.
Leah's fingers tightened slightly around Cheddar.
Her eyes lifted back to his.
"So…" she said slowly.
Francesco tilted his head slightly.
"So?"
Her smile grew, that spark of excitement returning.
"We could go somewhere."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Somewhere?"
She nodded.
"Yeah," she said. "A trip. Just us. No schedule. No work."
Francesco considered that.
His mind flickered briefly through possibilities.
Beaches.
Mountains.
Cities.
Places he'd seen.
Places he hadn't.
Places where no one knew him.
Places where everyone did.
Then his gaze drifted back to her.
To the way she was looking at him.
Hopeful.
Excited.
Calm.
And he smiled.
"Yeah," he said softly. "We could do that."
Her face lit up immediately.
"Really?"
"Yeah," he said. "Why not?"
Cheddar barked once, as if approving the idea.
Leah laughed, pressing her forehead lightly against Francesco's shoulder for a second.
"Okay," she said, a little breathless with that small rush of happiness. "Okay, we do that."
Francesco chuckled quietly.
"Where do you want to go?"
She leaned back slightly, thinking.
"I don't know," she admitted. "Somewhere quiet. Somewhere we can just, disappear for a bit."
He nodded.
"I like that."
She looked at him again.
"Do you have somewhere in mind?"
He thought about it for a moment.
Then shrugged lightly.
"We'll figure it out," he said. "We have time."
She smiled.
"We do."
They didn't rush to decide right away.
That wasn't how this part of their life worked.
No urgency.
No pressure.
Just letting the idea settle.
Letting the excitement build slowly.
The documentary on the TV continued playing in the background, but neither of them were fully focused on it anymore.
Instead, they sat there.
Talking softly.
Throwing out ideas.
Laughing about certain places.
Reminiscing about others.
"Not somewhere too busy," Leah said at one point.
Francesco nodded.
"Agreed."
"And somewhere Cheddar can come," she added.
He smiled.
"Of course."
Cheddar wagged his tail at the sound of his name.
They went back and forth like that.
Dreaming a little.
Planning a little.
But mostly just enjoying the fact that for the next two weeks…
They had the freedom to choose.
To rest.
To go.
To stay.
To simply be.
The sun began to dip lower outside, the light in the living room softening into warm tones of orange and gold.
Cheddar eventually fell asleep in Leah's lap, worn out from the day and the excitement of watching his fellow dogs on TV.
Leah leaned back into Francesco, her head resting comfortably against his chest now.
Francesco's arm remained around her, his hand resting lightly against her arm, his thumb tracing those same small, slow circles again.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
They didn't need to.
The silence wasn't empty.
It was full.
Of comfort.
Of trust.
Of everything they had built together through the noise and the pressure and the spotlight.
Francesco glanced down at her after a while.
"You happy?" he asked quietly.
Leah didn't hesitate.
"Yeah," she said softly. "I am."
He nodded once.
"Me too."
The words lingered between them in that gentle, steady way that everything seemed to linger lately.
Not rushed.
Not forced.
He let his fingers continue their slow circles on her arm, feeling the warmth of her against him, the soft weight of Cheddar curled up between them, the low murmur of the television still playing in the background like distant waves rolling in and out.
Outside, the last of the afternoon sun slipped lower, stretching long shadows across the garden.
Inside, the room felt wrapped in something softer than silence.
Contentment.
Francesco tilted his head slightly, his chin brushing lightly against Leah's hair.
He took a small breath.
"Okay," he said gently.
Leah hummed softly against his chest.
"Okay what?"
He smiled faintly, glancing down at her.
"Okay… we should probably actually decide where we're going."
That got her attention.
She lifted her head slightly, shifting just enough so she could look up at him properly.
Her eyes still held that warm, relaxed softness but now there was curiosity there too.
"Ah," she said, a small smile forming. "So you have ideas."
Francesco's mouth tilted into a slightly guilty smile.
"Maybe."
She narrowed her eyes playfully.
"You've been thinking about this."
"A little," he admitted.
She adjusted her position, sitting up a bit straighter now while still leaning comfortably into him, Cheddar still curled across her lap like a warm, sleepy cushion.
"Alright," she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Let's hear it."
Francesco shifted slightly on the couch, turning just enough so he could see her properly.
His hand stayed resting lightly against her side.
He didn't rush the words.
He didn't need to.
"Okay," he began, voice calm and easy. "First option…"
He paused just a second, watching her face.
"…how about we go to Blackpool."
Leah blinked once, processing it.
Then her eyebrows lifted slightly.
"Blackpool?" she repeated, a hint of surprise in her tone.
Francesco nodded.
"Yeah. Seaside. Pier. Arcades. The whole classic British seaside thing."
Leah's lips curved into a small, amused smile.
"I didn't expect you to suggest Blackpool."
He shrugged lightly.
"Why not? It's simple. It's relaxed. We can just walk along the promenade, eat fish and chips, sit by the sea… no pressure."
She thought about that for a moment.
A quiet image forming in her mind.
Wind off the sea.
The sound of gulls.
The soft rhythm of waves.
It did sound peaceful.
"Okay," she admitted slowly. "I actually kind of like that."
Francesco smiled, pleased.
"But," he added, lifting a finger slightly, "option two…"
She tilted her head, curious again.
"…we could go to Brighton instead."
That one made her eyes light up a little more.
"Brighton," she repeated.
He nodded.
"Beach, pier, cafés, little shops… bit more lively, but still by the sea."
Leah's expression softened into a thoughtful smile.
"I do like Brighton," she said. "It's got that… relaxed vibe but still things to do."
"Exactly," he said. "We could walk along the beach, find somewhere nice to eat, maybe rent bikes, just… enjoy it."
She leaned back slightly again, considering both options now.
Blackpool.
Brighton.
Two different kinds of seaside.
Two different moods.
Cheddar stirred slightly in her lap, letting out a small sleepy huff.
Leah smiled down at him, stroking his fur gently.
"And he'd like the beach," she murmured.
Francesco chuckled softly.
"He'd probably try to chase every seagull."
Leah laughed.
"He definitely would."
They both fell quiet for a second, imagining that scene.
Cheddar sprinting across sand, barking at birds that were far too fast for him.
Leah laughing.
Francesco trying to catch him.
It felt easy.
Light.
Happy.
Francesco glanced back at her again.
"But," he said gently, "if you don't like either of those…"
She looked up.
He continued.
"…we can go somewhere completely different."
Her curiosity returned instantly.
"Different how?"
He shifted slightly, his tone still calm but carrying that quiet excitement now.
"We could go north," he said. "Somewhere quieter. Somewhere more… peaceful."
She held his gaze, waiting.
"…we could go to the Lake District," he said.
Leah's expression changed instantly.
Softened.
Warmed.
"That sounds beautiful," she said quietly.
Francesco nodded.
"Lakes. Hills. Walking trails. Small villages. No noise. No crowds."
Leah's shoulders relaxed just hearing it.
"That actually sounds… perfect," she admitted.
He watched her reaction carefully, noting the way her eyes softened, the way her breathing slowed slightly as she pictured it.
And he smiled.
"But," he added again, not finished yet, "there's one more option."
Leah laughed softly.
"You came prepared."
He smirked.
"A little."
She nudged him lightly with her elbow.
"Alright, what's the last one?"
He looked at her, just for a second longer, like he wanted to make sure she was really listening.
Then he said it.
"…the Scottish Highlands."
That one didn't just make her smile.
It made her eyes widen slightly.
The image that came to her mind was immediate.
Wide open landscapes.
Rolling hills.
Mountains disappearing into mist.
Quiet roads.
Still lochs reflecting the sky.
Silence.
Pure, untouched quiet.
"Wow," she breathed softly.
Francesco watched her carefully.
"We'd have to travel a bit further," he said. "But… it would be quiet. Really quiet. Just us. Maybe a small cabin somewhere. Walks. Views. No one around."
Leah leaned back slowly into him again, letting that idea settle.
For a few seconds, she didn't speak.
She just… thought.
Blackpool.
Brighton.
Lake District.
Scottish Highlands.
Four different kinds of escape.
Four different versions of peace.
Cheddar shifted again, now fully asleep, his small body rising and falling gently with each breath.
Leah's fingers kept moving through his fur, slow and absent.
Finally, she spoke.
"That's… not an easy choice."
Francesco smiled.
"Good problem to have."
She laughed softly.
"Very good problem."
She tilted her head slightly, glancing up at him again.
"Which one do you want?" she asked.
He considered that for a moment.
Then answered honestly.
"I think… any of them would be good," he said. "As long as it's with you."
Her expression softened immediately at that.
"Smooth," she teased gently.
He grinned.
"True."
She leaned her head back against his shoulder again, her voice thoughtful now.
"I like the sea," she said slowly. "There's something about it that just… clears your head."
He nodded lightly.
"Yeah."
"But," she continued, "I also like the idea of being somewhere completely quiet. No crowds. Just… nature."
"Lake District," he said softly.
"Or the Highlands," she added.
He hummed in agreement.
They sat there for a while, quietly weighing it together.
No pressure.
No rush.
Just imagining.
Francesco's hand moved from her arm to gently rest against her hand again, their fingers lacing together loosely.
"Tell you what," he said after a moment.
Leah glanced up at him.
"What?"
"We don't have to choose right this second," he said. "We can take tonight. Think about it. See what we feel like in the morning."
She smiled.
"That sounds like us."
"Exactly," he said.
She squeezed his hand lightly.
"Okay."
They fell quiet again, the conversation settling into that comfortable space where decisions didn't need to be rushed to feel real.
The TV continued to play in the background, another segment now showing dogs running through forests, splashing through streams, climbing over rocks.
Cheddar slept through it this time, exhausted from his earlier excitement.
Leah shifted slightly closer to Francesco again, her head resting more comfortably against his chest.
He adjusted his arm around her without even thinking about it, holding her just a little closer.
He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.
"Wherever we go," he murmured quietly, "it's going to be good."
Leah smiled against him, eyes half-closed, voice soft.
"I know."
The quiet that wrapped around them that evening didn't break.
It deepened.
The conversation about where to go softened into smaller thoughts, then into silence, then into that warm, familiar rhythm of just being close without needing to say anything at all.
They didn't rush into planning.
They didn't open laptops.
They didn't start searching hotels or routes or itineraries.
That wasn't what this was about.
This was about rest.
About space.
About letting their bodies and minds slow down after months of noise and pressure and expectations.
So they let the idea sit.
Let it settle.
Let it breathe.
The documentary eventually rolled into its closing credits, the music fading into a soft instrumental hum before the screen shifted to something else entirely.
Neither of them really noticed.
Leah had fallen into that half-doze she sometimes slipped into when she was warm and comfortable, her head tucked against Francesco's chest, her breathing slow and steady.
Cheddar had shifted from her lap to the space between them at some point, still curled, still asleep, one tiny paw twitching occasionally like he was chasing something in his dreams.
Francesco stayed awake a little longer.
His arm wrapped around Leah.
His chin resting lightly against her hair.
His mind quiet.
No pressure.
No urgency.
Just contentment.
Eventually, sleep came for him too.
Softly.
Easily.
And the house, wrapped in that same calm that had carried them through the week, settled into stillness for the night.
The next morning arrived gently.
Not with alarms.
Not with urgency.
But with light.
Soft sunlight filtering through the curtains, slowly filling the room with a pale golden glow.
Francesco stirred first, as he often did.
His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light, his body still heavy with sleep but relaxed in a way it hadn't been in a long time.
He didn't move right away.
He stayed there.
Feeling the quiet.
Leah was still beside him, turned slightly toward him this time, her hand resting lightly against his chest, her face peaceful.
Cheddar was at the foot of the bed, curled into a small, warm bundle, his little body rising and falling steadily.
Francesco watched them both for a few seconds.
Then a thought surfaced.
Brighton.
The idea from last night.
The sea.
The beach.
The space.
He felt a small smile form.
He leaned down gently and pressed a soft kiss to Leah's forehead.
Her brow creased just slightly, her nose scrunching a little in that sleepy way he'd come to love.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly.
"Mmm…" she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep. "Morning?"
"Morning," he whispered.
She blinked once or twice, focusing on him, then a small smile spread across her face.
"Did you sleep okay?" she asked softly.
He nodded.
"Yeah."
She nodded too, letting her head rest back down against his chest for a second longer.
Then, slowly, the memory of their conversation the night before seemed to click into place.
Her eyes opened a little wider.
"Wait," she said, lifting her head slightly. "Are we… deciding today?"
Francesco smiled.
"I think we are."
She pushed herself up onto one elbow, brushing her hair back slightly as she looked at him.
"Okay," she said, a little more awake now. "What are you thinking?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he looked at her for a moment.
At the way the morning light caught her features.
At the way she was looking at him.
Hopeful.
Excited.
Soft.
And he knew.
"I'm thinking…" he said slowly, "…Brighton."
There was a beat.
Then her face lit up instantly.
"Brighton?" she repeated, a smile already spreading.
He nodded.
"Yeah. Beach. Sea. A bit of life around us, but still calm. And Cheddar can run around on the sand."
Leah let out a small, happy breath, her shoulders relaxing.
"I love that," she said softly. "I really love that."
Francesco's smile widened.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "It feels… right."
He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Then Brighton it is."
She leaned in and pressed a quick, warm kiss to his lips.
"Okay," she said, a little more energized now. "We're going to Brighton."
Cheddar chose that exact moment to wake up.
As if he had heard his name in the plan.
His ears perked.
His head lifted.
And within seconds he was up on his little paws, tail wagging, stepping across the bed toward them with sleepy enthusiasm.
Leah laughed softly as he nudged his nose into her arm.
"Good morning to you too," she said, scratching behind his ears.
Francesco chuckled.
"I think he's ready."
"He's always ready," she replied.
The morning shifted into a different kind of energy after that.
Still calm.
Still unhurried.
But now with a gentle sense of purpose.
They got out of bed.
Moved through their usual morning routine.
Breakfast.
Coffee.
A quick check of the house.
But now there was a lightness to everything.
A quiet excitement building underneath.
They weren't preparing for work.
They weren't preparing for a match.
They were preparing for a trip.
Together.
After breakfast, Leah disappeared upstairs first.
"Packing," she called down.
Francesco smiled to himself, finishing his coffee before heading up after her.
The bedroom slowly turned into a soft, organized chaos of travel preparation.
A suitcase opened on the bed.
Clothes laid out in small piles.
Leah moved around with a focused kind of energy, picking out outfits, folding them neatly, occasionally holding something up and turning to Francesco.
"Too much?" she asked once, holding up a light summer dress.
He shook his head.
"No. Perfect."
She smiled and folded it into the suitcase.
Francesco packed simpler.
T-shirts.
Shorts.
A couple of light jackets.
Swimwear.
Comfortable shoes.
Everything neat.
Everything practical.
At one point, Leah glanced over at his side of the bed and laughed.
"You pack like you're going to a training camp."
He shrugged.
"Efficiency."
She rolled her eyes fondly.
"Footballer."
He grinned.
"Guilty."
Then there was Cheddar.
Leah turned her attention to him with the same level of care she gave everything else.
A small travel bag just for him.
His food.
His bowls.
A small blanket that smelled like home.
His favorite toys.
A couple of spare towels.
And of course…
Treats.
"Can't forget those," she said, tucking them carefully into the bag.
Cheddar watched the entire process with curiosity, his head tilting slightly every time something new went into the bag.
"You're going on holiday, little man," Leah told him softly.
His tail wagged.
Francesco leaned against the doorframe for a moment, just watching her.
The care she put into it.
The quiet love.
The way she included Cheddar in everything without even thinking about it.
It made something in his chest warm again.
"You're good at this," he said softly.
She glanced over.
"At what?"
He nodded toward the bags.
"This."
She smiled faintly.
"It's just packing."
"It's more than that," he said quietly.
She held his gaze for a second.
Then her expression softened.
"Thank you," she said.
They finished packing within the hour.
Not rushed.
Not chaotic.
Just smooth.
Organized.
Ready.
Francesco picked up the suitcases, carrying them downstairs.
Leah followed with Cheddar's bag, Cheddar himself trotting happily at her heels, clearly sensing something was happening.
At the front door, Francesco slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and opened the door.
The air outside was fresh.
Bright.
The kind of day that felt perfect for a drive.
The car sat in the driveway.
His BMW X5.
Clean.
Polished.
Familiar.
A small piece of his life that represented both where he came from and where he was now.
He moved to the back of the car and opened the trunk, lifting the luggage in one by one, placing them neatly inside.
Leah stood nearby with Cheddar, holding his leash lightly, watching him with a soft smile.
"You excited?" she asked the puppy.
Cheddar barked once.
Francesco closed the trunk gently and turned back toward them.
"Everything ready?" he asked.
Leah nodded.
"Everything."
He reached out and took the small bag from her, placing it carefully with the rest of the luggage.
Then he opened the passenger door for her.
She smiled as she climbed in.
"Thank you."
He nodded.
"Always."
Cheddar hopped up carefully into the back seat, settling into the space they had prepared for him, his blanket already laid out.
Francesco moved around to the driver's side, opened the door, and slid into the seat.
For a second, he just sat there.
Hands resting lightly on the steering wheel.
Leah beside him.
Cheddar behind them.
The house behind them.
The road ahead.
He took a slow breath.
Then turned the key.
The engine hummed to life smoothly.
He glanced over at Leah.
"Ready?"
She smiled.
"Ready."
He nodded once.
Then gently pulled the car out of the driveway.
The gates opened.
The road stretched out in front of them. And just like that, they started their vacation.
The drive out of Richmond was calm, as morning traffic still light.
The city slowly waking up around them.
Leah leaned back into her seat, one hand resting lightly on the center console, the other reaching back occasionally to check on Cheddar, who seemed perfectly content, his nose pressed lightly to the window as he watched the world go by.
Francesco drove with easy confidence, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lightly near the gear shift.
Music played softly through the speakers.
Something calm.
Something that matched the mood.
They didn't talk constantly.
They didn't need to.
Every so often, Leah would point something out.
A small café.
A park.
A street performer.
Francesco would smile, respond, sometimes tell a small story about a place they passed.
And then they would fall quiet again.
Comfortable.
Easy.
The city slowly gave way to more open roads.
More green.
More sky.
The closer they got to the coast, the lighter the air seemed to feel.
Leah rolled the window down slightly at one point, letting the breeze move through her hair.
She closed her eyes for a second.
Smiled.
"Smells like the sea already," she said.
Francesco glanced over at her, smiling.
"Not long now."
In the back seat, Cheddar let out a small excited bark, as if he agreed.
Francesco laughed.
"Yeah, I think he's ready too."
The road stretched on, with sun climbed higher. And ahead of them, Brighton awaited.
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Name : Francesco Lee
Age : 18 (2016)
Birthplace : London, England
Football Club : Arsenal First Team
Championship History : 2014/2015 Premier League, 2014/2015 FA Cup, 2015/2016 Community Shield, 2016/2017 Premier League, 2015/2016 Champions League, Euro 2016, Premier League Champion 2016/2017, and 2016/2017 Champions League.
Season 16/17 stats:
Arsenal:
Match: 55
Goal: 87
Assist: 5
MOTM: 14
POTM: 1
England:
Match: 1
Goal: 1
Assist: 0
MOTM: 0
Season 15/16 stats:
Arsenal:
Match Played: 60
Goal: 82
Assist: 10
MOTM: 9
POTM: 1
England:
Match Played: 2
Goal: 4
Assist: 0
Euro 2016
Match Played: 6
Goal: 13
Assist: 4
MOTM: 6
Season 14/15 stats:
Match Played: 35
Goal: 45
Assist: 12
MOTM: 9