#imagine jude having the winning goal tho ahhh my heart

[hendolish]

captain jude wins it for england in the 2026 wc and everyone is super soft and fluffy maybe

jude bellingham - it's coming home ♡

The roar of the crowd fills the air like a deafening symphony as Jude, captain of the England team, leads the squad onto the pitch for the 2026 World Cup final against France.

It's a moment he's dreamed of since he was a young boy kicking a ball around the park, and now, with the weight of a nation on his shoulders, he's determined to make it count.

As the game kicks off, Jude can't help but feel a surge of pride as he looks around at his teammates, some of whom are experiencing their first taste of a major tournament final. A lot of the lads look up to him now and he knows they're counting on him to lead them to victory. He's determined not to let them down.

The match is intense, with both sides giving their absolute all in pursuit of the ultimate dream. Memories of their defeat to France in the 2022 tournament linger heavily in Jude's mind, but he pushes them aside, focusing on the task at hand. The past is no use to him now.

Mbappe puts France ahead towards the end of the first half with a lucky goal that slips between Pickford's legs with a deflection, leaving the tension in the stadium palpable.

But, as ever, he and the lads refuse to give up, and in the second half, Phil manages to find the back of the net with a brilliant strike, sending the crowd into a frenzy of excitement and invigorating the team to impossible levels as Jude scoops up the ball and they run back to the midway line to quickly restart the game.

When there's just five minutes left on the clock, Jude can feel the pressure mounting.

Not penalties, He can't help but think even after all this time. Anything but penalties.

The thought looms over him like a dark cloud, but then he sees his opportunity. Trent sends him a perfect through ball from the back, and Jude grasps the moment with desperate hands, weaving through the French defenders with determination.

He fires a shot from long range. And it should be too far. It really should be. He barely lands these in training.

But then all of a sudden Jude is hearing the unstoppable roar of the crowd, feeling Rashy grab onto him and Phil jump onto his back, watching as the ball swishes cleanly into the back of the net past the goalie's fingertips.

It's his legs that carry him to the fans. His mind is full of nothing but images of his mum and dad flashing by and all the time and hard work they dedicated to him, of his brother and his unwavering beliefs in his ability, and of the teammates he's had throughout the years that had made an impact on him.

Jude feels a smile crack onto his face.

It's broad and giddy and the complete opposite to how he'd usually celebrate, taciturn and serious, nodding sharply after a goal to say, 'Yeah, that's right. That's what I can do.' A habit leftover from his youth where Jude had felt like he constantly had to prove his maturity and earn his right to be on the pitch.

But he's done it now. Cemented himself into history.

Jude opens his arms up to the sea of blues and whites adorning the stands and allows himself to laugh freely as his teammates appear one by one to tackle him into the ground, gripping onto his shoulders, shouting and screaming in glee, and pressing their foreheads together.

Someone yells at Jude that they love him and Jude's grin hitches into his cheeks again as he places a kiss on the cheek of whoever's nearest, the chants of the crowd engulfing him, the pounding of the drums in tune with the beat of his heart.

It's coming home.

♡