#richmnd

[tartt9]

What a busy off-season it has been. Jamie's never been this busy between seasons before. It started with training with England; they had two Euro qualifying matches to play, against Malta and North Macedonia, and they'd fucking destroyed them both. Jamie is up to four caps. He'd been put in at the 46th minute of the Malta match, and the 58th minute of the North Macedonia game - in which Jamie had tacked another assist onto his name, thank you very much. Then, after his England duty, he'd gone to Brazil - Nike wanted him there to shoot an advert with some of the other best players in the world, fucking hell - with Keeley, and he'd had what may have been the most important discussion of his life - aside from the talk where he first got his first Premier League contract, and the talk with Ted that allowed him to come back to Richmond. Then, after Brazil, he'd gone to Manchester to spend a week with his mum and Simon. And now, with the off-season coming to a close, he's driving down an unfamiliar path, to an unfamiliar house, to see four very familiar people.

Jamie's never been to Ireland. He's been to many, many places - what, with friendlies with City, friendlies with Richmond, England [ at every level he's played with them, from U17 until now ]. His mentor - his first mentor, before Roy, is Irish. And he's never been to Ireland. But he's here now. And he's visiting that same mentor and his family. The people he's come to see as a second family since he was seventeen. He's been so busy, but it's important to him that he still puts in time for Paddy and the O'Garas, after everything they'd done for him during their time in Manchester. So he's spending a week there, and then he's got one week to settle back in London, and then the preseason with Richmond will begin. Fuck, he's so lucky.

Knocking at the door of the house he'd been given the address to, Jamie rocks on his heels, bag thrown over his shoulder. Paddy knows he's coming, but Jamie's not sure that Sinéad does, not sure if the girls do. He waits for the door to open, practically bouncing with excitement. It's been far too long.

@richmnd

[richmondsway]

paddy whenever sinéad does anything: that's my WIFE!!!!!

[mazur5s]

birthday kisses from flo + primrose!!! there might even be a little party awaiting him at her’s 🥰

he's incredibly touched and wants nothing more than this, a night in with these two -- he'll even wear a party hat if they're on offer, make himself the proper birthday boy. he kisses prim on both cheeks, her nose, her chin and then offers flo something soft, arms easily enveloping them both. @richmnd / @bekeeley

[premleague-a]

@richmnd [ ash ] asked // " looking for something? " // from here !

His head practically snaps up when they walk in. Taron's hand retreats to his side, as if they won't see if he moves fast enough. "No," he responds as casually as he can. "Was just... looking around... getting to know the place..." He can't help his nosiness; he's a naturally curious person. His friends are used to it at this point; it's difficult to truly hide anything physical from Taron. So, if she's got notes about him lying about the house, he intends to find those notes. He wants to know what they're writing about him, even the stuff that's not published. "Your flat's very..." he trails off, not sure of what word to use without offending them. "Homey."

[premleague-a]

@richmnd [ ash ] asked // " you should be sleeping. " // from here !

"Yeah, maybe..." he mutters, pacing back and forth in front of the windows. He's got too much energy to fall asleep right now, waiting to hear if he'd get the call. Logically, he knows Southgate won't be making calls right now. It's too fucking late for that, the prick's probably fast asleep. Taron's played fucking spectacularly this month. But Chelsea's played like shit. Was the 2-0 win where he wore the captain's band enough to turn things around in the gaffer's mind? Or would he be cast aside for someone else, some prick from City or Richmond or one of the other true top-table teams? He curls and uncurls his fingers, turning to face them. "Is this what a tiger in a zoo feels like? All fucking... trapped and shit?"

[parker66]

“ oh my god, don’t be so dramatic ! ” flo @richmnd

" dramatic? " oh, she doesn't like that. as much as tanya would deny it on and on she was a dramatic person. always had been. always had a flair for the dramatics... it was also a product of where she was from. cockneys weren't known for their subtlety (there was a whole soap opera based off of that!), they were loud screeches and over the top facial reactions which was only the tip of tanya's dramatic little iceberg, " i'm not bein' dramatic. i really would rather tongue higgins than ever wear a spurs shirt. ever. call him up, bring him here right now yeah? i'll show you. i'll french the fuck out of him, do you doubt me? " @richmnd.

[parker66]

“ careful. we just got new furniture. ” tess @richmnd

" but --- but! " she's stood on the gaffer's sofa, hands aloft as one gestures to the tv, to the arsenal versus spurs game unfolding before them, " boss! it's excitin', ain't you excited? " she jumps down and respectfully brushes the spot where her feet were, " sorry.. i'm sorry mrs gaffer, too. i'll behave. i'll try to behave. " @richmnd.

[premleague-a]

@richmnd asked // " this game is so not fair. " // from here !

"You're the one who suggested it," he points out, kneeing the ball up to himself again. "You could've just asked me questions like a normal journo, but no..." Taron draws out the last word, starting a round of keepie-uppies by himself. If they can't keep up, well, he doesn't mind showing off. "Don't worry, though, babe, I get it - there's something incredibly appealing about seeing the Taron Shah in his natural environment. I'm surprised you've made it this far without being distracted."