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Jude Bellingham has urged England fans to maintain unity following the Three Lions’ devastating 2-1 defeat to Argentina in the World Cup semi-final. The 23-year-old midfielder admitted he struggled to find the words to deal with his grief before sharing an uplifting poem given to him by team driver Michael Chandler.
Bellingham deals with tournament exit
Star England midfielder Bellingham has admitted he struggled to find the right words to express his immense disappointment after the Three Lions were eliminated by Argentina in the World Cup semi-finals in Atlanta. Thomas Tuchel’s side had briefly led thanks to a goal from Anthony Gordon in the 55th minute before launching two late strikes from Enzo Fernández and Lautaro Martinez.
The madridista, who had a prolific tournament with six goals to his name, then took to social media to deliver a moving message to supporters.
Midfielder calls for unity
Writing on his personal Instagram account, Bellingham shared a moving poem written by the team’s bus driver, Chandler, which he said perfectly captured his emotions during their time in Kansas. “I was really struggling to find the right words for yesterday and these last few weeks, but our Kansas driver put his finger on the problem,” Bellingham wrote.
The former Birmingham City starlet added: “Thank you for the incredible support at home and for those who have spent their hard-earned money to travel to America and support us. Don’t let the unity and love we have seen in our country end with this campaign. When we are together, we can achieve great things… And we will!”
Moving poem shared in its entirety
Chandler’s lengthy poem posted online by Bellingham highlighted the vital importance of mental resilience, self-control and team unity in the face of adversity on the field.
The text reads in full:
“The Lion does not boast aloud, nor pursue the praise of all the multitudes.
He knows the roar that shakes the night, Born when fear meets power.
The match is not played only with the enemy, the truest terrain is unknown to itself.
Before a pass is hit with grace, the heart must first have won its race.
Because strength is more than driving speed, or the firm planting of each stud.
He lives in iron will, To climb the steepest hill again.
The bodywork is tired. The lungs contract. The legs become heavy in the fight.
Yet steadfast spirits refuse to retreat, They put those who are tired back on their feet.
Endurance is a faithful friend, it accompanies you to the end.
While others give in to the commands of pain, it whispers in a low voice: “Hold on.”
The intelligent mind surpasses the strong who rush with fury all day long.
A patient pass, a measured pace, Will forever defeat reckless haste.
The hawk can see the terrain above, The lion wins through steadfast love
Of every movement, of every race Where many minds become one.
For tactics are not hidden cunning, But wisdom honed on the ground.
Know when pressure serves the day And when restraint becomes the way.
The storm may rage. The crowd may cry. The score risks refusing the sky.
Yet none of these commands the soul whose purpose governs every objective.
No referee can steal your choice. No hostile song can drown out your voice.
The world may shake, the night may burn. Your response shapes the final twist.
England wore Three Lions shining, Pursuing not the fleeting light of glory.
Rather, they sought a nobler prize, Mastering themselves before the eyes of men.
They trusted the feet that years had trained, they trusted the minds that calm had won
They trusted in hearts that would not waver, even as each minute neared the end
A perfect gesture, A selfless pass, A moment born from countless tasks
The net gave way, the crowd rose, thunder swept over friends and enemies.
Victory belongs to those who govern themselves before the blows
And therefore gained a bigger name than those who simply play the game
The whistle has blown, the contest is over, the work of the Three Lions has been won
Victory was now the score, lifting gold forever
But the greatest triumph, plain to see, was quiet self-control.
For the trophies tarnish And the crowds stand still, Time itself lasts longer than all art.
But those who rule both the heart and the mind, leave fear and doubt far behind.
So travel the ancient Lion Road, carry each load calmly
Meet every trial and true business, Let discipline be the strength in you
For fortune does not favor the noisy, Nor always crowns the largest crowds.
She often walks next to the one whose hardest battle has been won
Not on the field under the lights, but deep inside me, through the sleepless nights
And when the final whistle blows, And victory raises its golden wings
The truest roar will always be heard, A soul made strong. A confident soul.”
Disciplinary review threatens involvement
England’s attention must now turn to their next third-place match against France in Miami, even as Bellingham faces the looming threat of a suspension from the FIFA disciplinary committee. The investigation follows an incident in which the midfielder allegedly slapped Argentinian Valentin Barco, an act described as violent behavior. If football’s governing body finds him guilty, Tuchel will be forced to compete without his main midfield engine for the consolation match before the Three Lions team returns to Europe.
