#English footballers

[gone2soon-rip]

SIR BOBBY CHARLTON (1937-Died October 21st 2023,at 86.Dementia).English professional footballer who played as an attacking-midfielder, central-midfielder and left-winger. Widely considered as one of the greatest players of all time,he was a member of the England team that won the 1966 FIFA World Cup, the year he also won the Ballon d'Or. He finished second in the Ballon d'Or in 1967 and 1968. He played almost all of his club football at Manchester United, where he became renowned for his attacking instincts, his passing abilities from midfield and his ferocious long-range shot, as well as his fitness and stamina. He was cautioned only twice in his career; once against Argentina in the 1966 World Cup, and once in a league match against Chelsea. His elder brother Jack, who was also in the World Cup-winning team, was a former defender for Leeds United and international manager. With success at club and international level, he was one of nine players to have won the FIFA World Cup, the UEFA Champions League and the Ballon d'Or.Upon his death in October 2023,Sir Geoff Hurst is the last surviving member of Englands 1966 World Cup winning team, Bobby Charlton - Wikipedia

[daniswoso]

Short sight.

Leah Williamson x Reader.

Warnings: Angst, breakup, reader overthinking, reader breaks up with leah, online hate, overthinking, anxiety, self doubt.

Summary: In which you can’t see that you’re perfect for Leah like she says you are after a social media post gets negative attention.

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“Y/N, what the fuck are you on about?” Leah asked, incredulous. She couldn’t believe you were breaking up with her, she thought you were happy. She thought things between you were good! And better yet, she had allowed herself to actually fall in love again, to believe that she was allowed to be loved.

Well, that all went to shit, didn’t it?

“Leah, I’m sorry. I love you, you know I do. I just-“

“Just what, Y/N?!”

“I’m not right for you!” You finally snapped, tears streaming down your cheeks as you looked at her. She looked back at you as though she had been burned. It broke your heart more and more with every second longer you looked at the crease in her eyebrow deepen.

“Y/N, what? What do you mean ‘not right for you’?” She asked, her voice was softer than it was before, clearly she held some semblance of guilt for yelling.

“I’m sorry, Leah.” And with that you were out the door, your bag planted firmly on your shoulder.

She briefly considered chasing after you, but realised it was no use, you were already driving off in your BMW (A/N: im a bmw girl, sue me.) and leaving your relationship behind. But why?

She never did figure it out, not even a week later.

She had hardly left the house, much to chagrin of Katie and Beth who had been trying to make plans with her for the past 3 days. None of them knew, it’s not like Leah could tell them without there being a massive row, especially since Beth no matter how well she knew you from national teams, would always back Leah. And Katie… Well she bullied you enough on derby days, as you played for the blues of London, and Leah shuddered to think what she’d do to you if she actually had a valid reason to.

Meanwhile you weren’t much better off, having been crying in Sam Kerr’s lap for the past week. Which is where you still were now, Kristie rubbing your knee gently as you laid with your head in Sam’s lap.

“Sweetie, you never actually told us why you and Leah broke up.” Kristie pressed, tilting your head so you’d look at her. You sighed and sniffed, wiping your tears and lifting your head from Sam’s lap.

“There… We posted a picture. Of us at the beach. And it was a hard launch, I guess? She was kissing my cheek in it, all lovey dovey like.” You started, both of them silent showing support and patiently waiting for you to explain.

“And the comments were all just talking about how she could do better. I- I didn’t think much of it, y’know? Just thought it was another bellend on the internet, but then it was all the comments were filled with. I started to believe it.” You shrugged, picking at your nails, leaning forward. The two older women exchanged a worried look over your head.

“Y/N, Leah adored you. She wouldn’t have given you up for the world. And also she could never do better! You’re the best damn player on our team, minus me, and she’s lucky to ever have had you!” Sam insisted, her voice firm, but playful.

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Maybe.”

Things with Leah were going much less smooth than they were going for you. She hadn’t left the house in days, skipping two training sessions in favour of wracking her brain desperately trying to find out what you meant.

Then it twigged. She found the post, scrolling through the comments.

“Oh, Y/N… You fucking idiot.” She breathed out, pressing her contacts list, finding your name and allowing her thumb to hover over the call button.

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A/N: Im evil, i know i know. BUT! p2? 👀

[c2-eh]

[guy60660]

Aston Villa v Birmingham City | English Football

[pernillecfcw]

Go on Levi 😂💪🏼

[alex31624]

Today is the Champions League league phase draw, and McDuck Manor is a mess.

We have a Scottish man and an English woman arguing over which team will have a new moment of glory and which will be eliminated in the first round.

We have two fans of the two teams with the most titles trying so hard to be invisible.

We have a desperate man who can't let his Scottish uncle learn that he supports an English team.

And we have a woman who is depressed because her also English team, is playing Europa League.

The idea of Scrooge as a Celtic fan I read it on this really good fic, The McDuck Family Lawyer. It wasn't that hard to select the others characters and the teams.

[leclercskiesahead]

Oh so he can score AND save penalties okay

Scuderia Ferrari Instagram stories 04.07.24

[smeddiemunson]

jock steve is fantastic but steve and wayne bonding over sports??? top tier because nothing is funnier to me than eddie needing to make plans AROUND steve's plans with his own uncle

wayne being really into sports is also just a ton of fun, like always listening to the radio broadcasts of basketball games and now he has someone to listen with!! eddie coming home and the first thing wayne asks him is "did steve catch up on the game this morning"

you've really inspired me i have so many steve and wayne bonding over sports feelings now o(￣▽￣)o

Eddie gets home from something, he’s surprised to see Wayne’s truck in front of the trailer, he thought he was working. But he’s excited because it means he gets to hang out with Wayne for the evening! They can have TV dinners and Eddie can tell Wayne all about how great things are going with Steve.

And then he gets in the trailer, and there’s the unmistakable sound of Monday Night Football. And his boyfriend, who he saw no more than an hour ago, who did not mention this, is sat on the floor in front of their coffee table and dishing out a KFC bargain bucket.

“Hey, baby, we’re watching football. You wanna join us?” Steve says.

Wayne just throws him a beer, expecting him to agree anyway. It’s not like Eddie wouldn’t be privy to everything going on even if he did try to hide away in his room.

So Eddie sits on the couch behind Steve, accepts the paper plate Steve sets on his lap, and cracks the beer open.

Steve and Wayne get into the swing of the game, shouting at the tv, laughing at each other, saying things that Eddie can’t even decipher using context clues. Then at first intermission, Eddie very quietly interrupts to ask “who’s playing?” because he thinks that’s a question he’s supposed to ask.

And Steve launches into an explanation of the Chicago Bears and the Green Bay Packers. And he must notice that Eddie looks completely lost because he stops, then tries again with.

“It’s like Gondor versus Mordor. We, Chicago, are Mordor-“

Wayne corrects him, “Gondor.”

“Right. Gondor. And they, Green Bay, are Mordor.”

And Eddie still doesn’t really get it but it helps and it makes him feel kind of all warm fuzzies to know that they listen to him when he rambles about his favourite books. So he sits back and devotes himself to learning the thing they love.

[hermywolf]

ON THE SUBJECT OF LIONEL ANDRÉS MESSI CUCCITINI | thierry henry / luis enrique / carles puyol / jurgen klopp / antonio cassano / angel di maria / ray hudson / gianluigi buffon / sid lowe / josep maria minguella / javier mascherano / juan mata

[pavardscherie]

rough sex tape and after care erling Haaland

four on camera, erling haaland

pairing erling haaland & female you summary erling convinces you to make a sex tape. three wasn't enough so he wants a fourth one.

izzy talks man, the haaland game is strong on tumblr. really excited to fulfill more requests about different football players. so I'm very bad at starting smut, which is the reason why i started in the middle again, lol. hope you like it.

requests are open!

cheek pressed into the softness of the multiple cushions, the hair messily scattered across the face. hasty breaths escaped the puffy lips, spit drooling out of the corner and onto the duvets.

arms on the back, a large hand wrapped around your wrists to hold your limbs in the same position. ass held in the air with the help of erling’s strength, you already felt the exhaustion. from behind, his dick disappeared in your pussy, stretching the sore walls even further with the certain roughness of his thrusts.

tingles spread in your lower stomach, the feeling caused a wave of pain and pure pleasure. a fourth orgasm approached, another high that would lead to even further exhaustion. with dilated pupils, your gaze drifted over the side of the bed and found the black camera. a sex tape was what erling asked for, he never mentioned how much pleasure you would receive or the particular overstimulation he planned.

tongue, fingers, dick. you came around each. satisfaction for your body in ways, you could not describe. erling knew precisely what he was doing, the disparate ways to use his experience on you and assure you reached the climax. but he wasn't done with you. not until the camera captured your body in each position he loved.

a filthy movie, he could watch on repeat when his career lured him away from your shared home. pictures of the moment, erling would send you in the middle of the night, with his hand tightly around his dick. jerking off to the sounds you made right now, just on tape.

"you look so beautiful when you're completely messed up." the praising words slipped out of his mouth, between deep groans and hasty breaths. he was close, and you already switched between reality and the pure bliss of a fourth orgasm. "I can't take more.." you whimpered, your sore walls clenching around his hard dick repeatedly. close, again.

"almost there, babe." your hands were released as erling leaned forward. sweaty chest pressed against your back. calloused fingertips brushed the mess of hair out of your face, a soft kiss blown against the side of your neck. "give me one last." he whispered against the smooth skin underneath your earlobe. his voice, a raspy mess, cracking at the end of his demand.

in addition to the bruising pace, the tight grip of his large hand on the waist which would leave deep purple reminders of this particular night, his words were enough to push you into a fourth. lips parted, the mouth an o-shape, whimpers and moans spilled out of your mouth without a break.

walls tightly clenching around his dick, toes curling and the delicate fingers dug into the duvets underneath. the feeling of being wrapped up in your warmth, and the sight erling could admire close-up caused his high. a deep groan, your name rolling of his tongue, were the announcement of his orgasm. painting the insides of your pussy with white spurts, his forehead collided with your sweaty shoulder blade.

pants filled the bedroom, the smell of a long night of rough sex as the couple bathed in the aftermath of their orgasms. "i love you so fucking much." erling muttered against the sweaty skin, inhaling a deep breath and placing featherlight kisses around your shoulder.

"i love you too." you breathed out, trying to calm down from the intensity of orgasms over the expand of the entire night. "can you turn it off, please?"

erling's head snapped to the side where the bright red dot beside the camera lens still blinked. nodding as an answer to your request, he used his recovered strength to push himself off your warm figure and the comforts of the king-sized bed.

pressing a button on the device, the dot stopped blinking and the recording was saved for private use in the future. fleshy fingers brushed over his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat and clearing the strands of light blonde hair out of his face.

with an exhausted groan, you turned around to receive a more comfortable place on the bed. sprawled out, arms and legs stretched away from the body, you felt the aftermath of the long hours of relentless pounding. a sore feeling between the thighs, the arousal still running down the insides and staining the sheets underneath.

"i'm getting a cloth and warm water." erling reassured you before disappearing into the attached bathroom. filling a small bowl with water, and grabbing a soft washrag from the sink. in a hurry, he made his way back to the bed, where the love of his life lay.

an underarm over the closed eyes, you were almost asleep. the exhaustion made it difficult to stay awake while being unoccupied. rough hands caressed over the bruised thighs, the reminders of how his fingertips dug into your soft flesh from holding you tightly in position. "i will be careful."

dipping the cloth into the bowl, wringing out the redundant water, erling pressing the soft cotton cloth to the inside of your right thigh. wiping away the remnants of the last orgasm, a mixture of arousal and his semen. as soon as the rag reached your oversensitive clit, your hips twitched out of the way. any touch too much after the rarely faltering pace of his thrusts.

still, erling found amusement in your reactions. the knowledge that he was the one who did this to you, made you breathless and sensible to even the featherlight touch, filled him with pride.

"don't you laugh." you warned him when the quiet chuckle rang in your ears.

"would never do that, babe." he answered, a smirk dipped in smugness tugging on the corners of his mouth.

[nando161mando]

A Sky News reporter tries to silence an English football fan as he calls for a free Palestine.

[gone2soon-rip]

STAN BOWLES (1948-Died February 24th 2024,at 75). English professional footballer who as a player in the 1970s and 1980s, was known for his skills as a forward, and also gained a reputation as one of the game's great non-conformists and mavericks. He played over 250 league games for Queens Park Rangers, and earned five England caps.Stan Bowles - Wikipedia

[daniswoso]

You like me?

Grace Clinton x Reader

Summary: Grace likes you, but you don’t know it; you also like her and you’re sure you have no chance.

Warnings: some swearing, not much else.

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“You asked her yet then?” Ella asks, her, Mary and Alessia sitting down by your side. You shake your head solemnly and look out to where Grace was messing around on the training pitch with Beth.

It was a sunny day and the way the light reflected off her simply gorgeous eyes made your heart skip a few beats. “Not yet, I’m not even sure she likes me man.” You groan, sagging against the comfortable sofa.

“Jesus- Y/N, we’ve been over this. She’s so into you! Anyone can spot it from bloody miles away.” Alessia grumbles, scrubbing a hand over her face with an exasperated sigh.

“Y’know what, if anyone had told me I’d be helping two lovesick kids figure out their feelings for each other in Spain? I’d tell them to fuck off. But here I am. So c’mon,” Mary claps her hands and drags you to your feet. “get a move on. Tell her.”

You glare at her and defiantly sit back down, folding your arms. “We’re not kids, grandma. We’re adults, I’ll have you know. I pay taxes.”

“Okay, yeah sure whatever. Just piss off and let us do our puzzles.” Mary pokes you in the sides as you yelp, your sliders nearly falling into the pool as you practically leap off the giant chair.

“Dickhead! Youse lot sat down next to me!” You shout over your shoulder as you walk off, nervously approaching Grace. You’re about to ask when a ball comes flying at your face and you find yourself flat on your ass and dazed, barely aware of the small trail of blood making its way down your chin from your nostrils.

“Jesus, Clinton! You’ll damage the poor girl if you carry on!” You hear Beth shout as you blink back to reality.

Grace hoists you up, murmuring apologies and taking you to get cleaned up, dragging you to her room and into the bathroom.

After a minute of silence you speak up, “I could’ve walked you know?”

“What?” Grace asks, stopping and looking up at you from where she’s knelt down on the floor.

“I could’ve walked.” You repeat again, chuckling and helping her look for a first aid kit, cold cloth still firmly pressed against your nose.

“Oh, uh yeah. Sorry, you just, I-“

“Clinton, mate, it’s fine. Don’t sweat it.” You chuckles, triumphantly pulling the first aid kit from the cupboard with a grin, unaware of the utter heart eyes Grace was sending your way.

Eventually, you’re patched up. Not quite sure what to do, however, you sit there awkwardly while Grace cleans up the plethora of cloths and bandaids she’d gripped from the medicine cabinet to get the first aid kit.

“Hey, Clinton?” It’s then when you remember Alessia’s words,

“She’s so into you! Anyone could spot it from bloody miles away!”

“I like you.”

“I like you too, Y/L/N.”

“No, I like like you. Like… Like like.”

“Are you fuckin’ concussed?” Grace chuckles, but she’s somewhat concerned as she starts gripping your face softly in her hands, urgently but with the utmost care, her thumbs widening your eyes manually to check your pupils.

“No. I’m not. I like you, Grace. Mums.” You breathe out, the fear of rejection gripping your heart with enough force to squeeze it in half.

“Y/N… Shit…” She begins, and you’re sure this is it. The whole “but we can still be mates!” routine youd heard from many girls in the past. Until you feel her lips against yours, soft and tender and moving against you in a way that makes you convinced her lips were made to be against yours.

“I like you too.”

“You? Like me?” You ask, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. Her appearance mirrored yours in a way, although she looked considerably more pretty in your opinion.

“Yeah. Quite a lot actually, and for a while.”

She barely has time to finish her sentence before your lips are against hers again, and when you part you rest your forehead against hers, breathing heavily with the biggest smirk on your face.

“Buzzing.” You breathlessly say.

“You’ve been hanging out with Lessi too much.” She chuckles, making you slap her shoulder softly.

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A/N: Small one, but hope it’s enjoyed nonetheless.

[diazisms]

buddie high school au

au where buck and maddie are only two years apart in age and move to texas the summer before maddie’s senior year, right next door to the diazes.

buck was prepared for tacos and cowboys, not for his next door neighbor to be the prettiest guy he’d ever seen. to no one’s shock or surprise—least of all maddie’s—buck falls for eddie in about three seconds flat and spends the entire summer pining after him.

eddie doesn’t know what to do with the unfamiliar flutter that tickles its way down his spine every time buck smiles at him, but he does know if he has to go more than thirty minutes without seeing said smile he’s pretty sure he’ll die.

and maddie’s just glad eddie’s friends, hen and chimney, are cool, because if she had to deal with her brother being an idiot by herself she wouldn’t make it to graduation.

(and if chimney asks her to be his homecoming date and then kisses her in the car when he drops her off well…that’s pretty nice, too)

[gammija]

musing about what a translation of the silt verses would sound like and immediately running headfirst into the problem of whether and how to translate 'Sister Carpenter'

[pernillecfcw]

Thank you for everything you have given this club Conor , you achieved your dream of playing for you’re Boyhood club and wishing you wasn’t leaving ❤️‍🩹 you truly deserved so much better from this club , I am wishing you all the best at atlético . As we always say once a blue always a blue 💙