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applesap-fics · 2 years ago

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FABril Day 1 - Crush

G, 2103 words, The triplets crush on Félix.

The triplets sat on the Ortizes’ wall, facing the big construction site while they did — as Pepa called it — “boywatching”. A few guys their age and up had been asked to lend a helping hand with the construction of the new church. The town was growing exponentionally in both resources and population and the little chapel that had been hastily built when the Encanto first formed hadn’t sufficed for years.

Naturally, Bruno was looking at boys along with Pepa and Juli, because why wouldn’t he?

The triplets were fourteen and busy as anything with their miracles. They were old enough that Mamá didn’t always have to manage them together anymore. Julieta had been standing with the other merchants at the plaza to give away her little care packages, and Pepa and Bruno joined her on their breaks. Pepa never had much to do this time of the season except be sunny, and Bruno was glad to be away from Ma and her worried hovering for a little while.

(Though he appreciated that she still sat in on the visions. They had been getting weirder and worse and she worried about them, so that’s why it didn’t make Bruno feel too guilty for indulging in her affection a little bit longer. Still, a guy had to have his private moments away from his mami. Albeit with his sisters.)

“Ugh, he doesn’t even know I exist!” Julieta exploded, burying her face into her hands.

Félix had just walked past them, grinning and calling out a casual “hey, Bruno, ladies.” The air around them instantly heated up as Pepa stared with half-lidded eyes, cocking her head ponderously.

It was unanimous to anyone with eyes that Félix was a dreamboat, even if Pepa always feigned disinterest by complaining about how annoying he was. (In later years, this would only inflame her fixation on him.) He was two years older than them and way out of their league. He had stocky arms and a smile that could fight Pepa’s sunrays for attention, and as he carried a wheelbarrow packed with sandbags past them they could clearly see his muscles bulge from the effort.

It took Bruno a belayed second to wiggle his fingers back at him, and then he realized he could totally have hammed it up and pulled out one of his Don Juan-type characters to charm him--

No, too much. Too much, Bruno. That’ll never work.

“What are you talking about?” he said to Julieta, dopey smile still on his face as he watched Félix go.

“Of course he knows who you are!” Pepa added. “Duh, we’re the Madrigals.” She gestured over the three of them because it was obvious. They were the bearers of the miracle. And although Félix rarely got into accidents, he wasn’t exactly a stranger to Julieta’s magic.

Julieta stared abashedly in front of her. “I know that, but- ugh!” She threw her head down between her knees.

It was a bit surprising that she had such strong feelings for him. Bruno suspected she was just playing along, that she wasn’t really into Félix like he and Pepa were. That she just wanted to hang out with her siblings. He didn’t mind the dramatics, though.

Bruno kicked his feet. “Well, if he doesn’t know who you are it’ll leave more chance for us.”

“Oh, I’m not interested.” Pepa flicked her long frizzy hair over her shoulder. “I’m going to ask José out.”

“Which one?”

“Martinez.”

“Wow, that’s a familiar last name. I wonder who you’re trying to make jealous with that.”

She pouted. A little cloud floated over her head for a moment, but it cleared up when her expression did, suddenly struck by a fantasy. “I could have them fight over me.” She clutched her chest. “Oh, wouldn’t that be the talk of the town?”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Bruno chimed in. “A battle of life and death between cousins. José wins your hand, which leaves Félix wounded and in the care of your handsome brother who’s always been more understanding of him and knows what he deserves and gives him twice the attention you would.”

Julieta piped up, “If anyone is going to nurse him back to health, it’s me!”

“Oh, right!” That was a good fantasy too. “Yes…Yes! And that’s the moment he truly notices you! I’m standing in the doorway — I see the two of you right as I’m about to confess my feelings to him, but I realize he’s not in love with me. He’s in love with you. So I nobly walk away and let you guys follow your hearts instead.”

But in reality there was no jealousy. There was no battle. There was no kneeling next to a sickbed as either Julieta or Bruno dabbed blood or sweat away from Félix’s forehead and, in this intimacy, dared to kiss his lips with surprise bravery.

A boy arrived in the Encanto like a mirage. The first people who spotted him and his parents had to squint to make sure they didn’t recognize them since everybody knew everybody in an isolated town like theirs, but when it was established that they really must be strangers, they were quickly taken in.

They were refugees like anyone else, but unfamiliar as the trio was, the town didn’t quite trust them yet. Agustín, for example, hadn’t been invited to help out on the cathedral with the other boys until it was well near finished, and when the triplets’ quince came around, Mamá did not allow him to dance with Julieta, who’d asked Bruno — who had become fast friends with Agustín — to invite him as her chaperone. Mamá didn’t like, or rather, didn’t trust, how comically clumsy he was, the exact reason Julieta had become so well acquainted with him (and as a result completely lost eyes for Félix).

Agustín was also tall, slender and friendly, and Bruno wondered why he again liked the same boy his sister liked. It wasn’t like he’d even lost Félix out of his periphery yet.

Wasn’t that greedy of him? That he’d like to maybe reach around their shoulders and hold hands with both boys too. Félix, Pepa, him in the middle, Julieta, Agustín.

“Eh, stupid. Fantasies,” he’d dismiss himself, never quite shaking off that happy ending.

Félix danced with Pepa on their quinceañera and that was it for them.

Bruno stood next to Mamá, clutching her black mourning shroud as green overtook his vision and his body went rigid with alarm. Seeing the slender arms of an older Pepa around Félix’s broad waist, moving him however she wanted because he yielded so easily for her; seeing Félix pull up a wide umbrella big enough to shield both of them from Pepa’s stormy cloud as she cried against his shoulder; seeing them kiss.

Mamá quickly and effortlessly disappeared him from the crowd of attendants before anyone could notice his impromptu vision. Sand stirred precariously around his feet, his eyes wide and frightening.

“Querido, sit down.” She placed him on the single chair at the food-bedecked table of the dining room, chairs placed elsewhere in Casita for the party. The music was dampened just enough to put the two of them in a little bubble. Mamá’s hand cupped his cheek. “Are you alright?”

The vision had gone. Bruno slumped, hands hanging between his knees, and he nodded.

“What was it? Your expression- ay, Bruno, why now?” She said this last part more to herself than him, knuckle to her lip as she thought of its significance, or importance thereof, with a deep frown.

“No, it was a good one, Mami,” he stopped her from worrying. He noticed he was still clutching her shroud like a lifeline and let go.

“Are you sure?” Her voice was sharp.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I can’t tell you about it yet, but you’ll like it. It’s not going to happen for a while.”

Relief washed over her in a full-body shudder. “Oh… Thank you, Brunito.”

“Go back to them, okay?” He waved at the party-goers. “I’m alright. Knock on wood.” He rapped his knuckles three times against the table.

“Gracias a dios, I will.” She knocked as well, then took his face in her hands and kissed his forehead. “Eat something, alright, mijo? Then come back. We’ll talk about your vision tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

She adjusted her shroud and rejoined the party, hands jubilantly up in the air as she cheered for her daughters. Like the upsetting diversion had never happened.

When she was out of sight, Bruno slid off the table, pushing his wrists against his stinging eyes, keeping the tears at bay.

He wasn’t crying. He could never betray Pepa by being jealous of her. If he wanted Félix to come into the dining room, find him in a mess, and caress his tears away with soft sturdy words like he one day would for Pepa, that was just a separate feeling.

It wasn’t until Julieta descended from the courtyard — frantically looking around for her brother whom she knew wasn’t comfortable at big parties, especially when he had nothing to perform, a role to play, and who’d gotten more and more prone to strange meltdowns — that Bruno realized Casita had gently moved him to a more secluded space. Julieta found him tucked behind a flower pot between the corner and a cabinet, protected from stray guests spotting him. Casita moved the pot out of the way for Julieta, who squeezed herself in next to Bruno and asked what was the matter.

Her brows were furrowed and he could tell she was trying to temper her anger that she had to take a break from her own party to comfort him. But she still looked for him.

He laid his head on her shoulder.

“I’m always just going to have you,” he said softly, still kind of hoping it’d be Félix coming to get him. Or even his friend Agustín (who’d been invited, just not to act out the traditions).

“Obviously I’m missing something here or else you wouldn’t say something as mean as that,” Julieta said a tad offended, squeezing his shoulders. The annoyance she had so far kept in check came out sharp.

He slapped his face with his hands. “I always say it wrong…”

“Bruno, just calm down, okay? What happened?” She breathed in through her nose, calming herself. “Did you have a vision?”

She sounded like their mother, but unlike with Mamá he could actually share his feelings with his sister.

“Yeah,” he said. “Félix isn’t going to like me back.”

“Oh…”

He rubbed his eyes, then balled his fists around his knees. “I’m so stupid. Nobody in the Encanto is like me, I know that. I’m just weirdo freak Bruno. But I never even tried with him, you know? And now I’ve ruined it. I’m such a coward.”

“You’re not a coward, Bruno.” She bit her lip and frowned. “And you’re not a freak. You can try with other boys, maybe.”

Bruno thought of Agustín and the way Julieta sometimes looked at him, and decided he really couldn’t. “...I don’t want to make it awkward.”

“But you won’t know until you try-” The two triplets considered that for a second. “Sorry. You could know, of course.”

What was the point of trying if Bruno could toss his sand and burn incense like Mamá showed him and see for himself what he wasn’t brave enough to do? Julieta had a point, but he just wasn’t like that. He wanted to be certain first.

“No, don’t be. I’m just…being difficult again.”

She had no reply to that. “Bruno, can I be honest?”

“Yes. Always.”

“I don’t know how to help you with this.”

“That’s okay,” he said lightly. As if she could pull out clear-cut advice for every situation hidden in her pockets. That’d be the real miracle.

“And…And I really just wanna go back to the party.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“With you.”

The thing about having feelings at the age of fourteen is that, in most cases, those feelings will pass when they aren’t nurtured. On Julieta’s signal — a slight nod towards him and Pepa as they rejoined the dance court — Bruno was reminded of their plan and pulled out his firecrackers, disrupting the careful traditional dancing of their friends and their dance partners until everyone, guests and hosts, was roped into la hora loca craziness. He hugged Félix, he hopped in circles with Agustín. Bruno cried out and danced with his sisters and even goaded Mamá into a wild dance as he shook every bad feeling about the prophecy away.

Because all it should’ve been was exciting.

#bruno madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #fabshipping #fabril #encanto #encanto fanfics

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miss-latam-sexy-tournament · 2 years ago

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The Leouch edit was done by the lovely: @lipid

Brackets have been done for round 1! I fucked it up a little bit in the end but alas, it looks great :) Polls will start tomorrow and to make things more interesting the further a contestant advances, the more extravagant the parts of a beauty contest will they experience.

Quarterfinal contestants will be drawn as anime girls / twinks, if the character is already from an anime, they will be drawn like a muppet.

Semifinal contestants will be drawn with fantasy dresses based around their country.

Finalists will be drawn in swimsuits

The winner is going to be drawn as -redacted-

Good luck to everyone!

Matches will be listed below the cut

Juan del diablo VS José "Chepe" Fortuna

Soraya Montenegro VS Mirtha Legrand

La Tenchis VS La Comay

Ermes costello VS Michiko Malandro

Diego "Godot" Armando VS Lelouch Lamperouge

Isabela Madrigal VS Luisa Madrigal

Imelda Rivera VS Rio Morales

Franco Colucci VS Félix Khoury

Lúcio Correia dos Santos VS Jayce Tallis

Paola Argento VS Ignacio

Misato Katsuragi VS Chimi

Dardo Fuseneco VS Angel Torres

Yzma VS Kronk

Chayanne VS Cepillo Colgate 360 con limpiador de lenguas y mejías

The letter ñ VS Angel

Sofia Vergara VS Anita

Juan Pueblo VS Jesus Cristo

Bimbo VS Señora Harina Pan

Din Djarin VS Moon Knight

Federica P.Luche VS Nazare Tedesco

Jetstream Sam VS Agostinho Carrara

Burro VS Homero Simpson

Muerte VS Zé Carrioca

Scorpio Milo VS Jimenez

B'Elanna Torres VS Bail Organa

Black Hat VS El Charro Negro

Juan Carlos Bodoque VS Goku

Simón Bolívar VS Camperonix

Rafael Aveiro VS Ernesto de la Cruz

Meta Knight VS Mr. Electric

Ricardo Martinez VS Sado Yasutora

Carmen de la Pica Morales VS Patricia Dorval

Ace Visconti VS Alma Winograd-Diaz

Lalo Salamanca VS Gustavo Fring

#tournament poll #bracket #Miss sexy latam tournament

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anditwentlikethis · 10 months ago

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no way que o Roberto Martinez disse mesmo que o João Félix foi o melhor jogador da Europa em setembro e outubro

#estava sobre o efeito de drogas espero #porque se estava sóbrio e disse isso era rescindir por justa causa alegando demência #eu até gosto do félix mas bffr #nem o melhor português foi be serious

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madrigaljail · 2 years ago

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“I’m gonna ask you to try going maybe a minute or two without saying something crazy, ok?”

Félix Martinez (eventually Madrigal) to José Guzmán (kseda), October 18, 1920

#sedaverse #this scene is killing me #i do not need to be writing it #but don't it?#don't I really?

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princeedimburghantonio · 1 year ago

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newzzwired · 2 years ago

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2022 FIFA World Cup: Top 10 HEATED moments ft. Emiliano Martínez, Luka Modrić, and João Félix

Check out the Top 10 heated moments from the 2022 FIFA World Cup which features players such as Argentina’s Emiliano Martínez, Croatia’s Luka Modrić, Portugal’s João Félix, and the Netherlands’ Virgil van Dijk. 15 MINUTES AGO・Soccer・4:48 #FIFA #World #Cup #Top #HEATED #moments #Emiliano #Martínez #Luka #Modrić #João #Félix

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corrupcionallianzsecuaces · 2 years ago

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ronaldothebestie · 4 months ago

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Eu vou é cometer um crime de ódio contra o Martinez e o Félix e mais nada

SIM, DOIS IDIOTAS MDS DO CÉU, COMO É QUE O GAJO CARECA TIRA OS CRAQUES NO FINAL DE UMA PARTIDA DECISIVA... 😭😭😭

#ruben dias #ruben dias on top

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ikram1909 · 5 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/ikram1909/754838347520901121/he-hates-felix-lmao

in roberto martinez’s defense, i too also hate joão félix so much that i’d refuse to play him at all costs even if it looked like i needed him. that’s why i probably wouldn’t be a good coach, i’m easily blinded by my own bias and hatred for certain players😞😞😞

You're so 😭😭

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ceoquangtran · 5 months ago

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Cập Nhật Lịch Thi Đấu Bồ Đào Nha và Soi Kèo Sớm Các Trận Đấu

Lịch thi đấu của đội tuyển Bồ Đào Nha sẽ được cập nhật thường xuyên, giúp người hâm mộ nắm bắt thông tin chính xác và kịp thời nhất về các trận đấu. Việc theo dõi lịch thi đấu còn giúp các chuyên gia đưa ra những nhận định về kèo bóng đá hôm nay sớm nhất dành cho người chơi.

Bồ Đào Nha chuẩn bị bước vào mùa giải mới, hứa hẹn mang lại nhiều sự quan tâm và phấn khích cho người hâm mộ. Lịch thi đấu chi tiết của Bồ Đào Nha như sau:

1. Lịch thi đấu Bồ Đào Nha tại vòng bảng EURO 2024

Đội quân của HLV Roberto Martinez sẽ bắt đầu chiến dịch của mình bằng trận đấu với Cộng Hòa Séc vào lúc 02h00 ngày 19/06/2024. Đây là trận đấu mở màn quan trọng trong việc tạo đà tâm lý và xác lập vị thế cho các trận đấu tiếp theo. Cộng Hòa Séc, với lối chơi kỷ luật và thể lực mạnh mẽ, sẽ là một đối thủ khó chịu, do đó Bồ Đào Nha cần tập trung thi đấu và tận dụng tối đa cơ hội để giành trọn 3 điểm.

Ba ngày sau, vào lúc 23h00 ngày 22/06/2024, Bồ Đào Nha sẽ đối đầu với Thổ Nhĩ Kỳ. Trận đấu này được dự báo sẽ rất cam go khi Thổ Nhĩ Kỳ nổi tiếng với lối đá phòng ngự chặt chẽ và phản công sắc bén. Bồ Đào Nha cần duy trì sự chắc chắn trong phòng ngự và linh hoạt trong tấn công để tìm kiếm cơ hội ghi bàn.

Trận đấu cuối cùng của vòng bảng sẽ diễn ra lúc 02h00 ngày 27/06/2024 khi Bồ Đào Nha chạm trán với Gruzia. Dù không được đánh giá cao, Gruzia vẫn có thể gây khó khăn với tinh thần thi đấu quyết liệt. Đây sẽ là cơ hội để Bồ Đào Nha củng cố vị trí và thử nghiệm những chiến thuật mới, đồng thời giữ gìn lực lượng cho các trận đấu quan trọng sắp tới trong vòng loại trực tiếp.

2. Xem xét tình hình hiện tại của đội tuyển Bồ Đào Nha

Với những trận đấu nối tiếp nhau, Bồ Đào Nha phải đảm bảo giữ được phong độ tốt nhất để duy trì sức mạnh của mình.

2.1 Thông tin về lực lượng

Hiện tại, đội hình Bồ Đào Nha vẫn duy trì được những cầu thủ sáng giá:

Thủ môn: Diogo Costa, Rui Patrício, José Sá.

Hậu vệ: Pepe, Gonçalo Inácio, Rúben Dias, António Silva, Danilo, Diogo Dalot, João Cancelo, Nélson Semedo, Nuno Mendes.

Tiền vệ: Rúben Neves, João Palhinha, Vitinha, Bruno Fernandes, Bernardo Silva, João Neves, Otávio.

Tiền đạo: Cristiano Ronaldo, Gonçalo Ramos, Rafael Leão, Diogo Jota, João Félix, Pedro Neto, Francisco Conceição.

Đội tuyển Bồ Đào Nha dưới sự dẫn dắt của HLV Roberto Martinez đã công bố danh sách triệu tập cho loạt trận giao hữu và chiến dịch vòng bảng EURO sắp tới. HLV Martinez đã lựa chọn những cầu thủ đang thi đấu ở các giải vô địch quốc gia hàng đầu châu Âu, đảm bảo một đội hình mạnh mẽ và giàu kinh nghiệm. Những cái tên như Cristiano Ronaldo, Bruno Fernandes, và Bernardo Silva tiếp tục là những trụ cột quan trọng, mang lại sức mạnh và sự ổn định cho đội tuyển.

2.2 Thông tin về chuyển nhượng và những trận đấu gần đây

Đội tuyển Bồ Đào Nha dưới thời HLV Roberto Martinez đang thể hiện phong độ ấn tượng với chuỗi 11 trận thắng liên tiếp. Trong trận đấu gần đây, Bồ Đào Nha đã có chiến thắng thuyết phục 5-2 trước Thụy Điển dù thiếu vắng siêu sao Cristiano Ronaldo.

Tuy nhiên, HLV Martinez đã quyết định cho phép 8 cầu thủ quan trọng như Bernardo Silva, Ruben Dias, Joao Palhinha, Nelson Semedo, Diogo Leite, Rafael Leao, Bruno Fernandes và Goncalo Ramos rời đội tuyển quốc gia sớm hơn dự kiến. Quyết định này có thể ảnh hưởng đến sức mạnh của Bồ Đào Nha trong trận đấu sắp tới với Slovenia, một đội bóng đang có lực lượng tối ưu. Dù thiếu vắng nhiều trụ cột, Bồ Đào Nha vẫn được đánh giá cao nhờ vào chiều sâu đội hình và tinh thần thi đấu mạnh mẽ dưới thời Martinez.

3. Soi kèo các trận sắp tới của Bồ Đào Nha

Theo dõi lịch thi đấu Bồ Đào Nha, có thể thấy đội tuyển sẽ phải đối đầu với nhiều đối thủ khác nhau trên sân cỏ. Các chuyên gia sẽ dựa vào những thông tin quan trọng để đưa ra nhận định chi tiết về các đội bóng này.

3.1 Bồ Đào Nha vs Cộng Hòa Séc

Trong lịch thi đấu Bồ Đào Nha, đội tuyển sẽ gặp Cộng Hòa Séc vào ngày 19/06/2024. Với tình hình lực lượng của Séc gặp khó khăn do chấn thương của hai hậu vệ trái, và Bồ Đào Nha sở hữu ngôi sao tấn công bên cánh phải là Joao Cancelo, khả năng Bồ Đào Nha dẫn trước ngay trong hiệp 1 là rất cao.

Hiệp 1: Kèo chấp 0,5 bàn nghiêng về Bồ Đào Nha.

Cả trận: Kèo chấp 1,25 bàn nghiêng về Bồ Đào Nha.

Tài xỉu: Mức kèo tài xỉu 2,5 bàn.

Phạt góc: Kèo tài xỉu 9 quả.

Dự đoán tỷ số: Bồ Đào Nha 3-1 Cộng Hòa Séc

3.2 Thổ Nhĩ Kỳ vs Bồ Đào Nha

Trận đấu giữa Bồ Đào Nha và Thổ Nhĩ Kỳ hứa hẹn sẽ rất kịch tính. Mặc dù sở hữu dàn sao đáng mơ ước, Bồ Đào Nha đã gây thất vọng khi chỉ đứng thứ 2 bảng A sau Serbia, buộc phải tham gia lượt trận play-off đầy cam go.

Việc vắng mặt hai trung vệ trụ cột Pepe và Ruben Dias cùng các cầu thủ quan trọng khác như Joao Cancelo và Renato Sanches khiến Bồ Đào Nha gặp không ít khó khăn. Trong khi đó, Thổ Nhĩ Kỳ đang duy trì phong độ ổn định với 3 trận thắng liên tiếp và không gặp phải thiếu vắng nào đáng kể. Ronaldo vẫn là niềm hy vọng lớn nhất của Bồ Đào Nha, nhưng việc anh bị ảnh hưởng tâm lý sau khi MU bị loại khỏi Champions League cùng lối chơi đơn điệu khi có anh trên sân khiến Seleccao trở nên dễ bị bắt bài.

Kèo chấp cả trận: Với tỷ lệ chấp 1 1/4, Bồ Đào Nha ẩn chứa nhiều rủi ro. Thổ Nhĩ Kỳ có khả năng gây khó khăn và tỷ lệ này khiến cửa dưới trở nên hấp dẫn hơn.

Tài xỉu: Nhà cái đưa ra mức tài xỉu dao động giữa 2 1/2 và 2 3/4. Dù thống kê cho thấy nhiều trận gần đây của cả hai đội có tối thiểu 3 bàn, nhưng tính chất quan trọng của trận đấu và hàng công không ổn định của Bồ Đào Nha khiến kịch bản ít bàn thắng trở nên khả thi hơn.

Dự đoán tỷ số: Bồ Đào Nha 1-1 Thổ Nhĩ Kỳ

4. Lời kết

Thông tin về lịch thi đấu Bồ Đào Nha sẽ được cập nhật thường xuyên giúp người hâm mộ theo dõi thông tin nhanh chóng và sớm nhất. Những nhận định về soi kèo bóng đá các trận sắp tới của Bồ Đào Nha với các đội tuyển khác sẽ giúp bạn đưa ra lựa chọn đặt cược chính xác hơn!

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applesap-fics · 2 years ago

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FABril day 7 - Drinks

E, 4854 words, Félix visits the Madrigal fertility prophet

It was no secret that Bruno’s room sent shivers up Félix’s back.

The stairs were back in place as they’d been before the missing ten years. Not quite as high, steep enough. Looming high above Félix’s head and their foreboding grandness not at all in tune with the cozy living space the tower had become. They were there for his pleasure, Félix knew, returned exactly to elicit his biased reaction, but that did not make them any less impressive and intimidating.

Félix had never been a fan of Bruno’s prophecies — didn’t like what they made of the Prophet. Vague and foreboding as they were, it created this image of Bruno as a murky voyeur hidden behind a veil of razing sand. And if Félix flinched because Bruno had said something in conversation that accidentally didn’t land right, it was because he couldn’t help it. It was that damned gift of his that--

Ay, Félix, there you go again.

These long stairs, his tower, had suited him well in the past. The fact was that Bruno had dealt with a power far above anyone’s station since the age of five, living with a different perception of the world not easily attainable by common people. You were in bad luck if you didn’t understand what he was saying — he had interpreted what he saw to the best of his abilities already and couldn’t help you or your future any more than that. Then, crackle, boom, it’d come for you, ready or not.

The difference was that the stone steps were no longer in a state of total disarray. No missing tiers, or crumbling wooden posts; Félix trusted them to hold him up as he trudged up the stairs, warmth and anxiety coiling in his gut as Bruno, whom he trusted, was replaced with the Prophet.

Félix came to the Madrigal prophet with a purpose. A question to sate his fantasies as a virile man that the Madrigal could help him with. Some worshipped the man for it. Most took what they wanted from him. Félix wasn’t quite sure which one of those he would be.

Reaching the top, the indented stone monument bore — at a glance — Bruno’s frightening fancy once again, beckoning Félix like an open mouth. As he came closer, though, his eyebrows rose at what he saw. Their scenarios had changed.

Félix grinned and hummed appreciatively as he passed the statues, but after each scene let his character fall in place. As he cranked the handle of the round door and entered the Prophet’s domain, he was only his visitor.

An intense aroma of soothing sage welcomed him. Candles on long standards illuminated the dome in soft light. As a backdrop, there stood a cabinet of jars and trinkets for ritualistic purposes, as well as a few erotically exaggerated wooden figurines that would look out of place anywhere else in the domestic Casita but the sanctum.

Bruno the Prophet was waiting for him, cross-legged on a tapestry at its center. His hood was up, masking every part of his face above his parted mouth. Apart from his ruana, which slipped teasingly down the dip of his inner thigh, Bruno was entirely naked.

He shifted as Félix came closer, more of an adjustment than a deliberate roll of his hip. A little nervous. Cute.

“Señor Martinez,” the Prophet greeted as if Félix hadn’t been a Madrigal for thirty years. Which might as well be the case — he wasn’t wearing the gold around his finger, after all. “Welcome. I’ve been expecting you. I know why you’ve come to me.”

Because we planned this, damn you. Félix skin prickled at the Prophet’s casual ‘prediction’, even though it was all play-acting. Something about his tone. Something about the dimness of the cave, the symmetry of it, the expectation. In its center, the man who was far more familiar with what they were about to do. The holiness with which he still dealt his gift. He always made a good show of it. It very nearly evaporated Félix’s usual air of humor.

“Prophet,” Félix addressed him sternly. Bruno wasn’t the only man in this house who could put on a voice. “I’ve brought you an offering. In return, I ask for fertility and good fortune.”

“Ah, an offering!” the Prophet spread his arms wide in welcome. “Excellent. Sit down, sit down.” He gestured at the empty rug in front of him, a pillow for comfort. His ruana moved as he did so, allowing Félix to glance at his naked skin. A waft of sandalwood cologne greeted him.

Félix sat down and pulled the sling off his shoulder. The gift he had brought the Prophet was a gourd of chicha, as alcohol seemed good for both their nerves, and the fermented, opaque quality of the drink resembled another element important in this play.

“A very good choice. I accept.” Bruno brought out two ceramic cups from the cabinet and took the gourd from Félix, their fingers brushing, which he then poured in a ceremonial manner like he would the sand for his visions: two hands, steady and precise. He spoke again and his voice was calm in a way Félix did not often associate with him. “A maize beer borne from the earth, now used as an instrument to induce fertility, appropriately symbolic.”

As he handed Félix his cup, he amicably wrapped his other hand around his neck. Félix tensed at his touch, receiving another waft of warm, balsamic odor to spin his head.

The Prophet took this in stride. “A sign of good favor,” he smiled close to Félix’s ear, prickling his skin. “I assume then that you’re prepared for what we will do here?”

“Yes, Prophet. I’ve heard of your sacred acts.”

“You’re not skittish, doing this with a man?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m used to it,” Félix lied, “but I respect it.”

“Good,” Bruno said, and kissed him gently on the corner of his mouth.

Félix was startled in spite of what he’d just said. “Easy,” he warned. “I don’t…”

“Ah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ve been so isolated here, I forget how repressed most men are. You don’t come up here that often anymore. I have nothing to teach you. Here, have a drink, enjoy yourself. I am certainly glad to have you here as my patron. Although…A man as handsome as you…” Bruno slid his hand down Félix’s tense shoulder as he disengaged. The white of his teeth showed through his lazy grin. Félix eyed him darkly as he drank like the Prophet told him to. “It’d be a shame to think you are impotent.”

The Prophet brought his own cup to his lips and sipped from his drink, exuding a mysterious look with his hood still up. More likely it hid a blush creeping over his cheeks.

“Good luck in the bedroom then,” Félix couldn’t help but reply cheeky. The Prophet let out a low chortle. A little more serious, Félix added, “But flattery and horseplay will not satisfy me, Prophet. I will not leave without having my future read to me. I expect it to be good.”

“Then follow my instructions, good man! What we need is complete trust. You- you have already shown me that by sharing a drink with me. But there is one more thing we need before I can have my vision.” He took another hurried sip. Then pointed up his finger dramatically. “There is a flower which grows in my temple that is of great value for our purpose. We’ll have to pluck these together like lovers to imbue it with encouraging spirits. However, doing this will not necessarily define our roles.”

“Our roles?” Félix said, drinking easily. “What do you mean by that? I am not familiar with your rituals.”

“Our roles- uhm. I thought the murals explained it…” Bruno said awkwardly, but quickly picked himself back up. “A-a-alright, so. Just because you will pick flowers with me doesn’t mean you’ll be taking on the pass- uhm, passive role. It’s a little, eh-hehe. Oh, you know. But, ahem.” Bruno cleared his throat and straightened his back, realizing from the slight smirk on Félix’s face that he was messing with him. “Do you wanna be top or bottom?”

“You mean: do you take my seed or will I take yours?” Félix contained a bigger smirk. “You know, to make me fertile.”

Bruno swallowed heavily. “Ok, I’m not saying you’re not fertile. But, well, in this scenario, I think it could be my s-seed which would be…”

“Hmmm.” Félix hummed sagely, eyes darkening. “The seed of the Prophet has great potency, I’ve been promised.”

“Y-yes, that is correct!” Bruno saved himself. Not knowing what to do with his hands other than to gesture wildly, he just nursed his chicha with both.

“That seems easy enough. Everyone made me believe you had much darker instincts.” The words hit as intended. Bruno stayed quiet, but his shoulders slumped ever so slightly. It would not be a proper play without Bruno’s side. The complex relationship he had with his gift, past, present, or future. Félix had no intention of lingering in this hurt. He carried the conversation to where it should go. “So, we’ll pick these flowers. We perform the ritual. I give myself to you. Trust, then?”

The Prophet nodded. “Trust. Yes. Very important.”

“And then you’ll look into my future.”

Now it was Bruno who sensed nervousness behind the other’s words. Félix didn’t try to hide it. Part of the reason why he came here was for the Prophet’s benefit. To make him face his own fears of rejection. Félix, the visitor, patron, humbled by what he didn’t understand, and Bruno, the Prophet, a scorned guide who would be listened to.

Bruno lowered his cup, rested it between his hands on crossed legs. “I know what stories they tell about me. But rest assured: if all goes correct, if you listen to me, you’ll get something good out of it.”

They topped up and finished their drinks. One and three quarters of a beer didn’t affect Félix, certainly nothing as light as chicha, but he pretended to be loose enough to take the first step. He brushed his fingers against the Prophet’s lips clumsily, the only part of his face visible under the hood. They were soft from moisture. He let Félix rub his thumb over the coarse hair under his lip, parting his wet mouth.

He leaned in to catch Bruno in a hesitant kiss. Félix Martinez had never kissed a man before and quickly flinched back, but the Prophet knew what to do and expertly deepend it, encouraged by his interest.

Félix reached into the hood to cup Bruno’s cheek. His curly hair brushed soft and nicely against his fingers, like a woman’s. “What now?”

“We gather our supplies.” The Prophet took hold of his hand cupping his jaw, clasped it, and deftly stood up to lead him towards the garden.

Curiously, as Félix had already noticed when he first entered the sanctum, there were no monstrous idols depicted on the walls anymore, with gaping mouths and sightless hollows where ever-seeing eyes used to be. The mural — from the start, though the two of them walked backwards through the scene — began with a faceless visitor, naked and aroused, begging with a gift the favor of the Prophet, who wore his ceremonial garb, his ruana with sharp hourglasses. To signify his importance even more, he was bigger than the visitor.

In another scene, the Prophet and his visitor held the flower, eyes closed with an expression of calm bliss as they caressed each other’s prone bodies. They were erect, their hands cupped against their cocks. More scenes depicted smaller figures coiled around each other, legs bent in flexible positions, or exchanging fluids, which Félix definitely had to remember for a later time.

In these, the Prophet always played the submissive role, placing himself below his visitor. Subservient to his community. Though, in the final scene, the Prophet and the visitor held the emerald vision together.

A handy tableau for horny visitors that left no mistaking what the Prophet was there for.

Bruno did not look at the various sex scenes as they walked hand-in-hand, but Félix, amused, took his time. “These are very informative, Prophet. I like the one where you hold your legs up– that one. You must be very flexible.”

“A-ah, yes,” the Prophet said wisely, “anything to please my patrons! This is what my gift is for. I have an obligation. Even– even a group of three can expect me to please them.”

Oh, the blasphemy. The Prophet must be turning red under that down-turned hood. Although, knowing Bruno, a little taboo and free-thinking was exactly what he got off on.

Félix whistled, impressed. “Three, you say? I’ve got a friend.”

As they walked, Félix couldn’t help but rub the thick pad of his thumb over Bruno’s prominent knuckles.

Two gardens sat outside the entrance of the hallway, filled with herbs and clovers and flowers of many sorts. Pink and yellow chrysanthemums. Purple flor de mayos. Fiery orange peacock flowers and flor de quindes. It was the only cheerful spot against the sober sanctuary. Little shrubs of flowers in the encompassing quiet of the cave.

The Prophet swept back his hood, exposing a wild wave of curls to the air. He squatted down, bunching his ruana in his lap (and as a result exposed more of his naked legs).

“Take the orchids,” he told Félix. “Those are important.” Expertly he started scraping leaves off of stems with his nails and placed the bits in the divot.

Félix crouched next to him and plucked the lilac flowers out of their clay pots.

“Oh!” the Prophet suddenly said. “Come here.” Like in a scene from one of the stone carvings, the Prophet placed a four-leaved clover in Félix’s afro near his ear. “That’s very lucky. I don’t always see them.”

It stuck easily in the thick coils and Bruno smiled. His eyes were big and round and genuine. Hard to look away from. He held up his palm with other flowers and Félix got the hint.

As he put more and more flowers into the Prophet’s hair, Félix asked him, “And what’s the purpose of this?”

“Oh, this is just for us. If every part of our ritual follows the same proper customs we’ll forget why two people have sex in the first place.” He put the tips of his fingers together. “To connect.”

How wholesome. “Alright, I can get into that.” Who knew the Prophet was such a romantic? It was easy to let this side of him slip into the performance and bending Félix’s mistrust for him into something a little sweeter.

They spent a few minutes decorating each other’s curls with colorful flowers. Félix, who had a daughter, knew how to cord grass and stems through the Prophet’s curls so it sat nicely in a garland around his head. At the end, both of them were adorned with green clovers, oranges of peacock flowers, and bursts of purple flor de mayos of which they left a single cutting in Bruno’s lap.

The Prophet placed a final fiery flor de quinde into his hair. He kissed Félix, cupping his jaw. “Ready?”

“Very.”

Bruno stood up, holding his ruana with the leaves and orchids up. In doing so he exposed his naked legs to Félix, the tips of his ruana barely obscuring his sex. His crotch was dark with a thatch of thick curls trailing down the inside of his thighs with fine hairs. Impulsively, Félix moved his hand up Bruno’s thigh, making him shiver as he stroked it appreciatively.

The Prophet ducked his head and went off toward the cave. Félix followed him with a jog in his step.

It was time for the ceremony to properly begin. After he laid the rugs and pillows together in a comfortable nest, gesturing to Félix to take his place there, the Prophet set out his ritual and its necessities on the sand.

Félix had observed it a few times before, though the unwelcome outcome of the visions usually overtook the memory of the ceremony. He watched as the Prophet made five small sandhills, using his knuckles to create indentations. There was a rhythm to it, meticulous and deft, and Félix couldn’t help but follow the gentle movements. Bruno then placed the herbs and the one orchid he’d plucked on top of them, but left the one in the middle empty.

Anticipation had been welling up in Félix. When the Prophet knelt down next to him on the rug, he muttered, “Awfully complicated.”

“It’s important,” the Prophet said seriously and frowned, no hint of a script in his expression. Then he breathed in and out. “We’re about to begin. Are you sure you want me on top? You…we can have a bit more to drink to loosen you up.”

“I trust you.”

At this, gratefulness softened the Prophet’s lineaments. He leaned in and pressed a kiss against Félix’s lips.

(The look could also have meant love, but Félix Martinez doubted that the Prophet knew what that was or had ever received it from his numerous patrons.

He thought he might change that.)

Félix licked over the Prophet’s mouth, asking him to open up. He yielded easily for Félix, willing to do whatever he needed of his host. The Prophet’s clever hand disappeared into his blouse, nails scraping over the tight curls on his torso. Félix cupped his chin between his fingers and liked how easy it was to move Bruno around, slotting their lips together.

Félix had been waiting for this. He’d anticipated it more than the vision he was about to receive, softening whatever disappointments Bruno thought he would have. Félix held the Prophet’s slim shoulders with strong hands and deepened the kiss while Bruno played with him, fingers catching around a nipple. Félix brushed his flowered hair out of the way and pressed his lips to the sensitive spot under his earlobe, breathing in warm sandalwood, stroking his exposed ribs, earning a pleased — almost relieved — sigh from the Prophet.

The Prophet’s lips were puffy between kisses, his eyes half lidded as he let Félix have his way with him. His ruana hung low over his collarbone, far too big and tantalizing. Félix kissed lower and brought his hands under the cloth.

More chicha was poured to ‘calm any last nerves’. A flicking matchstick coming seemingly out of nowhere pinched over Bruno’s fingers and lit a dry branch which each burned the foliage on the sand piles. He then reached for his newly-filled cup of seedy beer and muddied the empty divot in the middle of the sand circle.

Then he stood and walked over to the cabinet with paraphernalia.

“What are you doing?” Félix said as he nursed his drink, leaning back on his blanket. Sad to watch him go but love to watch him leave; Bruno had that cute hop in his step that made Félix regret not laying the Prophet down on his rugs and taking what he needed of him right on the spot.

“Ah, this!” Bruno said as he turned around, holding a small bottle. “To make it more pleasurable for you while I prepare you to take– take my seed.”

“Oh, I see.” Félix hummed. “Now I’m starting to wonder what else you’ve got in those drawers of yours.”

Bruno knelt next to him. “Visit again and you will find out.”

There was a delicateness to him, the way he sat and presented his bottles and cups, the full flowers in his hair. He was like a little angel, a true prophet of God begging to enact his debauched bidding and fertilize Félix’s whole damn future. In this moment it was what the Prophet was made for, hardly a role he was playing when he’d been setting up his rituals for as long as anyone could remember. Félix itched for the ceremony to begin.

To make it worse, Bruno murmured against Félix’s ear as if to keep quiet, “I usually have something in me to keep me open.” He grinned cheekily.

Félix very much liked that visual. “I’ll have to show you how well you’ve blessed me, eh?”

Bruno’s clever hands undressed him and laid his clothes neatly to the side on the rock. He found Félix’s cock quick enough, pulling him into hardness while his lips occupied his mouth. The content of the bottle was poured over the Prophet’s hand and he rubbed his fingers together, a sort of slick ointment glistening between them. They entered the cleft between his ass, sliding, playing with the rim of his hole, rubbing the thick hairs around his parts.

What he didn’t expect was for the Prophet to bow his head against his thigh and whisper a little blessing against his crotch. “Thank you for your tolerance. You’re doing so well, señor Martinez. I’ll give you what you need. I’m so pleased with you. Thank you. Thank you.”

Félix leaned up on his elbows to see what the hell Bruno was doing, his curled fingers still planted deep inside his ass.

Bruno, prostrate between Félix’s knees, heaved with excitement, his eyes blissfully closed and his lips precariously close to Félix’s sex. Trance-like, even as he opened his big hazel eyes and stared Félix down, daring his visitor to break the spell.

The Prophet’s hand reached up to stroke Félix’s cock. His fingers– they did something inside him, rubbed against a sensitive spot that made his dick weep a translucent stream of precum.

Félix moaned disbelievingly. “Oh…Bruno–”

“Prophet,” Bruno corrected. “I’m still your prophet here.”

“Prophet,” Félix acceded with a huff.

“That’s better, señor.” Pleased with that, Bruno licked a stripe from his balls to the tip of his cock, suckling the tip as he milked his finger against his prostate. It was an absurd, full feeling Félix hadn’t tried out for himself, ever. Never thought of doing this before Bruno — the Prophet.

Then the Prophet abruptly stood up, mouth clothed as if to hold something in. Angled his lithe body towards the little sand piles and spit out the cum he’d gathered in his mouth over the fifth mound. It came out with a squelch, frothy and white over the already seeded mud.

Félix watched him with his eyebrows high up on his forehead, and thought not for the first time how strange Bruno was.

Bruno made a strangled noise and wiped the spit from his mouth. His ruana was disheveled, his cock hard under it.

Félix offered him the rest of a half-empty cup of chicha which the Prophet used to clear out his dirty mouth, before, of course, he went back to kissing him.

His small body fit perfectly against Félix’s broad frame. Bruno ground his hips against Félix. He adjusted, kneeling between his legs and whipping the front of his ruana over his shoulder, and with a bit of guidance pressed his handsomely thick cock inside of Félix.

“Oh,” Félix complained against the intrusion, resisting against his pillows, at once remembering and envying every time he’d been the one to enter his partners. “Fuck, Bruno, that feels good.”

“Prophet,” Bruno corrected sternly, holding himself up with tense arms. His brow was wrinkled in concentration, his chin pressed down on his chest hair, overcome with pleasure. His rocking was slow, evidently unused to being the one on top.

“Sorry. Prophet, of course,” Félix said a bit absentmindedly as said prophet worked his way inside of his virgin hole. “Ah, you can put your back into it. I won’t break.”

“I’m sorry. I– I’ll try. I’m sorry, I’m never– they always fuck me the way they want to.” It meant he was never in control. And even when he was, he did not feel comfortable enough to see the good in his visions. Nor did the townspeople, discarding him like a bad step. No pleasure, no fun, no trust.

“Relax.” Félix cupped his chin, forcing Bruno to look at him, the slow grinding persisting. “You got me. You can’t do wrong.”

Bruno bowed his head gratefully.

Encouraged by this, the Prophet angled his hips down with a pitiful croak, immediately eliciting a loud gasp from Félix who braced himself against the rug. Pleased with that reaction, Bruno licked his lips and increased the pace, well and truly fucking Félix into the sand.

The Prophet threw his head back, moaning unabashedly, inviting Félix to be as loud as he wanted in his sanctum. Echoes bounced around the stone like wanton spirits imbuing the two with vigor. Félix wrapped his strong arms around the Prophet’s trying body, who clutched at Félix’s broad shoulders as if his life depended on it, to fuck that blessing so deep inside of him it’d be Félix who would see visions.

“I’m so close. I’m ready for your vision now.”

A cold shudder shot through Félix’s chest. “Now?!”

“Now,” the Prophet breathed, hoisting with surprising strength Félix’s legs partially into the air as he spilled inside of him.

Sand swirled overhead. Bruno’s eyes were half-lidded, emerald green. Félix could not explain why they seemed so dark, still. His back ached, his chest heaved, his cock warm and heavy between his legs, overcome by the power bearing down on him.

“It’s not so bad, Félix,” Bruno said. The aftershocks of his orgasm made him limp, faling back into Félix’s welcoming arms. He pulled out. His crotch was pleasantly warm.

Félix kissed his temple. Bruno’s flowers were all disheveled from sweat and exertion. “I know. I just run my mouth. You know me, Bruno.”

“Prophet,” he insisted again muttering, his cheek flush with Félix’s breast.

Félix ignored him. “I get in over my head and say bullshit I don’t even mean.” He pampered him with more kisses, not quite ready to look up and face the future Bruno had ready for him. The truth was that he did mean some insidious awful things that sometimes slipped past his brain and out of his mouth. “I love you, Bruno.”

“Prophet. And, you did please me very well in return, señor Martinez. Look.” He pointed up at the swirling mass of sand and magic.

It showed the two of them just being. Nothing grand, or spectacular, or family breaking, or apocalyptically foreboding. They were each other’s fun. While Bruno might be someone’s cloudy day, Félix had never minded a bit of rain.

Félix rolled Bruno over, mussing up his hair even worse. Bruno stretched out his arms grinning wildly as an emerald tablet formed in his hands.

“I do have some pointers,” Bruno said after they worked the pump that sat on the edge of the garden and Félix cleaned off a — this time fully — naked prophet.

“There we go.” Félix rolled his eyes unimpressed. “Go on then, bigshot director. What’s been bothering you?”

“Well, for starters…No, first the good. I love your improv. You’re as sharp as always and that’s a good thing to be in a hectic, multilayered scene that has a lot of openings in the script. Really enjoy the Yes, And’ing. However–”

“However.”

“However, I feel like you’re switching moods a lot. One moment you’re on the fence about me, the next we’re buddies and you’re making sex comments about the murals. I think a bit more reverence would be good.”

“Come on, I was working through a character arc there!” Félix gestures exasperatedly. It wasn’t his fault Bruno didn’t fully get alcoholic camaraderie. “And the murals are funny. You can’t expect me to pass those by for the first time and not say anything.”

Bruno waved his hands. “Yeah, yeah, good point… Casita outdid herself.” Arms crossed, he pressed his finger to his lip.

Félix felt like that wasn’t quite it. “But-?”

“But I think you could’ve really hammed up your dislike for me a lot more. Show me those dark inner feelings you’ve been harboring about the Prophet. It’ll make the release that much more satisfying.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

“Slurs! Insults! You didn’t even call me a ma–”

“I told you I’m not comfortable with that yet,” Félix stopped him. Bruno called himself whatever he wanted. Félix did not feel so free.

“Okay, okay. Too enthusiastic.”

“Besides,” Félix turned Bruno’s head, thumb on his lip, finger curled under his chin, “I couldn’t say all those awful things to you.”

Those big hazel eyes momentarily forgot their criticism.

A bit of peaceful quiet returned to the tower. Casita had let the birds Antonio gave his uncle for his 51st birthday out of their cages, and hummingbirds and kiskadees once again flitted up the tower to fill the air with their chirps and songs.

Félix brushed Bruno clean with a sponge, stroking over his arms, his soft chest, wetting his dark hairs down to his navel, between his knobby knees. No questions asked, and perhaps still a little hot like Félix was, Bruno easily spread his legs for him.

Félix stopped momentarily over his ass.“...You keep something in there, you said?”

“Heh-heh-heh…Next time, querido.”

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Cập Nhật Lịch Thi Đấu Bồ Đào Nha và Soi Kèo Sớm Các Trận Đấu

1. Lịch thi đấu Bồ Đào Nha tại vòng bảng EURO 2024

2. Xem xét tình hình hiện tại của đội tuyển Bồ Đào Nha

Với những trận đấu nối tiếp nhau, Bồ Đào Nha phải đảm bảo giữ được phong độ tốt nhất để duy trì sức mạnh của mình.

2.1 Thông tin về lực lượng

Hiện tại, đội hình Bồ Đào Nha vẫn duy trì được những cầu thủ sáng giá:

Thủ môn: Diogo Costa, Rui Patrício, José Sá.

Hậu vệ: Pepe, Gonçalo Inácio, Rúben Dias, António Silva, Danilo, Diogo Dalot, João Cancelo, Nélson Semedo, Nuno Mendes.

Tiền vệ: Rúben Neves, João Palhinha, Vitinha, Bruno Fernandes, Bernardo Silva, João Neves, Otávio.

Tiền đạo: Cristiano Ronaldo, Gonçalo Ramos, Rafael Leão, Diogo Jota, João Félix, Pedro Neto, Francisco Conceição.

2.2 Thông tin về chuyển nhượng và những trận đấu gần đây

3. Soi kèo các trận sắp tới của Bồ Đào Nha

3.1 Bồ Đào Nha vs Cộng Hòa Séc

Hiệp 1: Kèo chấp 0,5 bàn nghiêng về Bồ Đào Nha.

Cả trận: Kèo chấp 1,25 bàn nghiêng về Bồ Đào Nha.

Tài xỉu: Mức kèo tài xỉu 2,5 bàn.

Phạt góc: Kèo tài xỉu 9 quả.

Dự đoán tỷ số: Bồ Đào Nha 3-1 Cộng Hòa Séc

3.2 Thổ Nhĩ Kỳ vs Bồ Đào Nha

Dự đoán tỷ số: Bồ Đào Nha 1-1 Thổ Nhĩ Kỳ

4. Lời kết

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