#Olga Rodríguez

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◇ UEFA Women’s Nations League Final (28/02/2024)

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Keep Your Cool

Inspired by my recent obsession with Misa and That Game, here is an angst gf-Misa fic. hehe

Also lets not have a repeat of that people (although Misa did get some very nice photos out of it loll)

Misa Rodríguez x reader

Description: You lose your cool after El Clásico.

TW: Olga Carmona and Athenea del Castillo ; slight mentions of self-harm/self-harming habits (scratching)

You knew it would happen eventually. But did it have to happen at your expense? You and Cata had been battling it out for the top spot all season and you were fairly sure this had just sealed your fate.

It had given you a massive confidence boost to get the nod for El Clásico. Cata had the Champions League games in her grip, but you had been called in for the Copa del la Reina and Supercopa. The league was still split fairly evenly, with Gemma and Roebuck getting the odd game too. It was all commentators could talk about – who was the new no.1? You weren’t deserving of it. Not today, not after the performance you had just put in.

You knew records had to come to an end eventually, but did it really have to be you that let three goals slip past your fingers? You could see the tweets know. You were overconfident, cocky, arrogant. Yes, your backline had been an absolute mess. Yes, you could fault no one but yourselves. But you had tried. You had tried your best. But today it wasn’t enough. It was a shocking defeat. No matter how much you wanted to deny it Real Madrid had the better game today. You had failed. There was nothing else to say.

You just needed an evening to wallow and then you would be fine. You knew that you would be. You could use this to get stronger, you all could. You refused to let yourself think about how this could affect your playing time. Especially with the Euros coming up. But that was beyond your control. You had fucked up. You needed to prove yourself again.

You usually enjoyed El Clásico. Not only for the competition and rivalry. It was a chance to see Misa again. You hated that El Clásicos came at her expense. You loved the thrill of the win but hated that it was her fingers that the ball had to slip pass. Was this how she felt? Your heart ached even worse to think that she regularly felt this weight. You usually gave her a few hours to herself, allowing her to work through it all before spending the evening either wrapped up in each other, sharing whispers and soft kisses or having a few drinks with the rest of the girls, your hand never straying from Misa’s.

“Vamos, chica.” Alexia held her hand out to you where you had slumped onto the pitch, her voice firm but gentle as she tried to coax you to your feet. The icy hail pelted down mercilessly.

“No, Ale.” Your voice was barely audible, muffled by the roar of the storm. You doubted she even heard you over the hail.

“Sí, vamos, stand up.” Her tone was more insistent this time, but you just shook your head, refusing to meet her gaze. You could feel the cameras fixed on you, and the fans’ eyes burning into your back. You were acutely aware of Misa’s shouts and cheers across the field.

“No.” You shrugged Alexia’s hand away, your body heavy. Instead, you let yourself collapse fully, lying back on the frozen ground. The sharp sting of the ice against your face was grounding, giving you something else to focus on besides the bitterness in your mouth.

You weren’t quite sure how you made it into the tunnel. Your legs felt heavy, and your body was trembling from both the cold and the overwhelming effort not to cry. You kept your head down, trying to hold yourself together. Right now, more than anything, you could really do with a proper Misa Hug – one where she squeezed you nice and tightly, her strong arms wrapped around you securely. You’d bury your face in her neck, breathing in her familiar scent while her fingers traced gentle, soothing patterns up and down your back, making the world feel a little less harsh. But you knew you couldn’t ask that of her right now. She was celebrating. Rightfully so. She had pulled out some impressive stops and with the captain’s armband wrapped around her bicep too. She deserved to celebrate. You had no right to ask that of her.

“Vamos!” Someone shouted, followed by the sound of laughter and the clatter of boots echoing through the tunnel. You didn’t bother looking up – you recognised that voice. Olga. Your heart sank even further.

“How does it feel to lose for once?” del Castillo cheered, throwing her arm around your shoulder with a cocky grin. You stiffened under her touch, your muscles tensing as frustration bubbled up inside you.

It was no secret that you and the Real Madrid players didn’t exactly get along. Misa was different – she was your exception, your safe space. But the others, especially those who had been vocal in support of the RFEF and everything that had happened with them, always seemed to take pleasure in rubbing salt in your wounds.

“Not right now, Castillo,” you muttered, trying to push her off. Your voice wavering as you spoke.

“What? Can’t handle losing to us?” Olga chimed in again, the gloating in her voice making your blood boil.

“Seriously, not right now.” You tried to step away, but Athenea wouldn’t let go.

“Poor little Y/N,” Olga taunted, a mocking pout on her face. “Maybe Pere should just stick with Cata. At least she can keep a clean sheet against us.”

You saw red.

Without thinking, you spun around and shoved Olga backward, slamming her hard against the tunnel wall. The impact echoed through the space, and for a moment, everything seemed to stand still. Anger roared in your ears, drowning everything else out. Your hands were trembling, and your breath came out in ragged gasps. You didn’t even fully register the shocked look on Olga’s face as she steadied herself against the wall, her mouth hanging open in surprise.

“Hey.” That voice cut through the haze like a knife, sharp and grounding. You recognised it anywhere – the roughness around the edges, the low timbre that softened when it spoke to you. You fell asleep to that voice every night, its warmth crackling down the line as you rested your phone on the pillow.

You didn’t have to look to know it was Misa.

“Oi! Let her go!” Misa stormed over, her large hand gripping your shoulder to pull you back.

You glanced at Misa, your chest heaving as you tried to rein in your emotions. Olga took advantage of the distraction to straighten up, dusting herself off with an indignant glare.

“What’s your problem?” Olga snapped. “Can’t take a little banter?”

Misa shot her a glare that could have frozen fire. “Suficiente, Olga,” she said firmly.

Olga huffed, rolling her eyes. “Whatever,” she muttered, turning away with a shrug.

"Qué carajo, Y/N?" Misa turned on you, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and disbelief. Her voice was low, but the sharpness in her tone cut deeper than you’d expected.

You froze, your face flushing with embarrassment – not just at your outburst but at the fact that she had been the one to catch you losing control. Your hands were still trembling, and the adrenaline from shoving Olga hadn’t completely faded.

"She…" you started, but the words died on your tongue.

"She what?" Misa snapped, throwing her hands up in frustration. "God, you couldn’t let us have this one thing. We finally beat you guys, and you go and assault one of our players. All because you can’t handle losing to us!"

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Misa was just getting started, and you could tell she wasn’t going to let this go easily.

"You bang on about professionalism all the time," she continued, voice rising. "About how it’s just part of the game and it’s not personal. You love preaching about how to keep your head up and stay composed. But is that sauce good enough for the goose as it is for the gander? Or does that only apply when you’re the one coming out on top?"

You winced at the harshness in her words, the way they dug into your skin like tiny needles. "That’s not fair," you mumbled, not even sure if she heard you.

"Not fair?" Misa repeated, her eyes widening incredulously. "You think this isn’t fair? No, what isn’t fair is that whenever I lose, it’s always ‘aw, never mind Misa, you know how it is, come out and celebrate with us anyway.’ You’ve gotten so cocky with this, and I’m sick of it."

Her words hit like a slap to the face, and your chest tightened, guilt mixing with defensiveness. "Cocky?" you shot back, voice shaking. "Is that what you really think of me? That I just … what … rub it in your face when we win?"

Misa scoffed, throwing her hands up. "You don’t even realise you’re doing it! Every single time, you act like it’s no big deal, like your victories don’t mean anything to me. You don’t see how it hurts when you brush it off like it’s just another day at the office while I’m standing there feeling humiliated. You think you’re being humble, but it comes off like you’re patronising me!"

You felt your stomach drop, and the words caught in your throat. You’d never thought of it that way – never considered how your attempts to be supportive might have come across as dismissive. "M, I didn’t know –"

"Of course you didn’t!" she cut you off, her voice breaking just a little. "Because you’re too wrapped up in your own success to even notice. And today, we finally won … finally, we won … and you couldn’t even let us have it. Instead, you lost your temper like a little kid who didn’t get her own way and made it all about you."

"That’s not –" you tried, but she wasn’t done.

"And do you know how that makes me look? My girlfriend, the one I’ve been defending to my teammates for months, shoving Olga into a wall because she can’t handle one loss? Do you know how embarrassing that is for me?"

Your shoulders slumped, and your eyes stung with unshed tears. You wanted to fight back, to defend yourself, but you couldn’t find the words. Misa was right – you’d made a mess of things, and worse, you’d hurt her in the process.

"I didn’t mean to embarrass you," you whispered, voice cracking. "I just… I was angry. She was saying all this shit about me and Cata, and I just –"

"Lost control," Misa finished for you, her tone softer but still strained. She shook her head, exhaling slowly. "You always talk about professionalism, but when it’s your pride on the line, suddenly it doesn’t count. You need to figure out what kind of player you actually want to be, Y/N. Because right now, it’s looking pretty hypocritical."

Her words sliced through the last of your defences, and you felt a hot tear slip down your cheek. Misa hesitated, her breath coming out harsh and fast.

"Whatever," she muttered, turning on her heel and walking away without another word, leaving you standing there, alone in the cold, empty tunnel.

You were in a fog. A thick cloud had settled in your brain, making everything around you feel muted. You moved around the changing rooms like a ghost, your movements sluggish and automatic. The ache in your chest wouldn’t ease up, and Misa’s words kept playing over and over in your mind, each one piercing deeper than the last.

Would she even want to see you now? Usually, after El Clásicos, you stayed at each other’s flat �� whoever’s city you were in – using it as an excuse to finally spend the night together. It had become a little tradition, something you both looked forward to. But tonight, the thought of her deciding to go back to the hotel made your stomach twist. What if she didn’t see you again before she went back to Madrid? Did this mean you were broken up? Had you just ruined the best thing to ever happen to you over a fucking football match? Because you couldn’t handle one stupid loss?

You moved on autopilot, mechanically pulling your kit off and tossing it aside. You didn’t even notice the sting of the hot water as you stepped into the shower, your mind far away. You scrubbed at your skin without really thinking, trying to wash away the guilt and frustration clinging to you like grime. Afterward, you dressed and started tidying up your space, not even sure why you were bothering. Everything was a blur, and your hands shook as you folded your sodden jersey, trying to ignore the suffocating weight pressing down on your chest.

Your mind kept circling back to Misa’s face – the hurt, the anger, the way she had looked at you like she didn’t even recognise the person standing in front of her. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting down on your lip to keep from breaking down entirely. You didn’t know what to do, or if anything you could say would make it right.

“Chica?” Cata called out, nudging you out of your daze. Your mind was a million miles away and a lifetime ago as you stared at the keyring Misa had given you.

You were both playing for Spain in the youth groups, both relatively unknown and new to the international scene. The pressure was intense, but somehow, having her by your side made it easier. One evening, after a particularly tough training session, she had approached you, fidgeting nervously with something in her hands.

Shy and incredibly awkward, Misa had finally mustered the courage to hand you the small keyring – a wooden charm shaped like Gran Canaria. You turned it over, your heart skipping a beat when you saw the tiny “M + Y/N” scratched into the back. It wasn’t perfect, the letters a bit uneven, but it was hers.

She had stammered out an explanation, cheeks flushed as she admitted it was her way of asking you to be her girlfriend. You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling with affection as you took the keyring from her, promising to treasure it, and her, forever.

It now sat pride of place on your car keys, always coming with you wherever you went, the familiar outline a constant source of comfort. You couldn’t imagine having to take it off.

"Chica, it’s time to go," Cata called out again, her voice softer this time, as if she could sense just how fragile you felt. Her hand came to rest gently between your shoulder blades.

You sniffed, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over, and gave a small, reluctant nod as you shoved your keys into your pocket. Your fingers trembled, and you couldn’t quite meet her eyes, afraid that even the smallest bit of sympathy might shatter the flimsy composure you had managed to hold on to.

"I’m sure it’s not that bad," Ellie offered weakly, attempting a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "C��mon, you and Misa have been together for, like, centuries at this point. You’ll figure it out."

A wet chuckle escaped your lips, but it was more bitter than amused. You leaned into Cata slightly as you walked towards the car park, grateful for the way she draped her arm around your shoulders, anchoring you in place. You let out a shaky breath, trying to convince yourself that Ellie was right, that you and Misa could fix this.

But despite their comforting words, you couldn’t ignore the loud, thumping bass and raucous laughter coming from the Real Madrid changing rooms. Your heart clenched painfully when you heard Misa’s voice – unmistakable, loud, and insistent – declaring that everyone was going out tonight and that she wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. The way her teammates cheered back at her made your stomach twist.

That settled that, then. You wouldn’t be seeing her tonight.

"María Isabel Rodríguez Rivero!" Alexia's voice rang out through the bar, sharp and furious, cutting through the loud music and chatter. Heads turned to see her marching in like a storm, her face like thunder and her jaw clenched tight. Irene and Cata followed close behind, both looking equally determined and bristling with barely contained anger.

Misa's stomach dropped at the sight of them. She had expected some backlash eventually, but not like this – not with Alexia looking like she was about to tear her apart.

"Well, if it isn’t the losers," Olga sneered from her spot at the bar, taking a swig of her beer with a smug grin plastered across her face. She leaned back, clearly enjoying the tension in the room.

"Fuck off, Olga," Cata shot back, her glare fierce, lip curling in disgust.

"Just because we won –” Olga started, but Irene immediately cut her off, waving her hand dismissively.

"Seriously, not right now." Irene's tone left no room for argument, and Caicedo, sensing the brewing conflict, took it upon herself to steer Olga away from the group of Blaugrana girls. Olga huffed, rolling her eyes, but let herself be dragged off without much resistance.

"Ale, care to join us?" Misa tried, forcing a smile even though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her voice sounded more confident than she felt, and she hated that Alexia’s glare made her feel small.

Alexia didn’t respond immediately, just stared at her with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through the fake smile. Misa swallowed, forcing herself to hold eye contact. She didn’t want to admit it, but being on the receiving end of Alexia’s fury was unnerving.

In the silence that followed, Misa’s mind wandered. When she had forced everyone to go out, dragging them to this bar with promises of drinks on her, she hadn’t realised just how empty it would feel without you by her side. She hadn’t thought it would hurt this much to celebrate something she’d wanted for so long. The anger that had burned so fiercely in the tunnel had faded into a dull ache, and now all she wanted was to go home. Go home and be with you.

She missed you – missed the way you’d curl up on the sofa with a big bowl of food, claiming you weren’t falling asleep even as your head drooped onto her shoulder. She missed the quiet comfort of your presence, the way your fingers would trace patterns on her arm as you absentmindedly mumbled through the plot of whatever you were watching.

"Fix it." Alexia’s voice was firm and unyielding, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

"Fix what?" Misa shot back, feigning ignorance even though deep down, she knew exactly what Alexia meant.

"You know what. Fix. It." Alexia’s tone left no room for argument, and Misa couldn’t help but feel the weight of her words press down on her shoulders. It was no secret that Alexia thought of you as something resembling family – someone she’d go to war for without a second thought.

Misa bit back a frustrated sigh, standing from her seat and pushing past the group, ignoring the questioning looks thrown her way. "No!" She stepped out into the cool night air, the noise of the bar fading behind her.

"No?" Irene followed her, clearly taken aback by Misa’s abrupt exit and refusal to comply. "Seriously? You’re not going to fix this?"

"Sí, no!" Misa turned on her, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt. "Why do I have to fix it? I wasn’t the one who shoved someone. I wasn’t the one who let my emotions get the best of me. That wasn’t me in the tunnel acting like a child."

"It doesn’t matter who did what," Alexia interjected, having followed them outside too. "You’re the one I can actually get to talk to me."

"Qué?" Misa frowned, caught off guard.

"Sí," Alexia insisted, crossing her arms. "Y/N was barely holding it together when we left the stadium, so we followed her. She went straight to the beach and sat there for hours – just staring at the water. We tried talking to her, but she didn’t even acknowledge us. Eventually, she just got in her car and drove home. She hasn’t answered anyone’s texts or calls since. And knowing her? I’m fairly sure she hasn’t eaten anything because you know how she gets. She was scratching her arm again."

Misa’s expression softened, guilt creeping in and gnawing at her resolve. She knew how you tended to shut down when overwhelmed – how your first instinct was to retreat, to isolate yourself from everyone and everything.

Alexia’s eyes softened too, sensing Misa’s wavering. "You’re here, Misa," she said quietly. "You’re the one actually holding a conversation with me. I can’t get through to her, and I’m worried. So… Go. Fix. It."

Misa hesitated, her jaw tightening as she swallowed back the lump in her throat. She hated being told what to do – hated feeling like she was being pushed into something without having a say. But more than that, she hated the thought of you sitting alone, hurting, and refusing to let anyone in. The guilt gnawed at her insides, twisting her stomach into knots.

The thought of you being in pain because of her made her feel sick. She knew how you got when things went wrong – how you would blame yourself, shut down, isolate yourself, push everyone away, convincing yourself that you deserved to be alone. It broke her heart every time, and the idea that she might be the cause of it this time made her chest ache.

“She thinks you’ve broken up.”

Cata’s quiet admission cut through Misa’s thoughts like a knife. Her heart plummeted. The words hit her harder than any tackle, leaving her breathless and stunned. Broken up? Was that really what you thought? Was that why you’d been so quiet, why you hadn’t answered anyone’s calls?

Misa swallowed hard, her mind racing. Did you really think that she didn’t want to be with you anymore? Over a stupid football game? Had her anger and frustration pushed you to that conclusion?

Misa loved your little flat. It was absolutely tiny – barely 500 square feet – but it was undeniably yours. There was something comforting about the way you’d made the space your own, how every inch seemed to reflect your personality and the warmth you brought into her life. The checkered green rug in the living room was worn from countless movie nights and spontaneous dance parties, but you refused to get rid of it because it was the first thing you’d bought when you moved in. The glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling had been meticulously placed, forming constellations you claimed to know by heart, even though she knew you’d made half of them up.

Photos covered the walls like a patchwork quilt of memories. One showed the two of you as teenagers, smiling awkwardly with braces and messy hair, long before the world knew your names. Another captured the pure joy on your faces as you kissed her with the World Cup trophy gleaming in front of you – one of the proudest moments of both your lives. There were photos of her with your family, squinting in the sunlight during a beach day, and another with her family crowded around a table, laughing and toasting with glasses raised high.

Misa’s chest tightened as she took it all in. Your flat wasn’t just a space – it was your safe haven. Your way of holding onto every important memory and every person you loved. Being surrounded by those reminders made her feel even guiltier for how things had gone between you. She could practically feel your presence, hear your laugh echoing through the small rooms. Misa took a deep breath, grounding herself before making her way to the bedroom, hoping you’d let her in and that she could fix what she’d broken.

The you-shaped lump underneath the covers told her everything she needed to know. You were curled up tightly, like you were trying to make yourself as small as possible. The dried tear stains on your cheeks glistened faintly in the dim light, and long red scratch marks ran up your arm, evidence of the frustration and pain you must have felt. You clutched at Misa’s old Spain jersey – the one she’d left behind last time she visited – like it was a lifeline, and it made her heart ache.

“Mi vida?” Misa whispered gently, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. She hated having to wake you up, but she needed to talk to you – needed to make you understand that you were the best thing in her life, that not even death could make her break up with you. She reached out with a trembling hand, brushing some stray hair off your face, her fingertips grazing your skin with the softest touch. “Mi vida, bebé, despertar.”

You stirred slightly, a faint groan slipping past your lips as you burrowed deeper into the covers, resisting the intrusion into your sleep. Your eyes scrunched tighter, fighting against the pull of consciousness. Misa couldn’t help but smile softly, even with the ache in her chest. “Vamos, mi vida, sit up for me,” she coaxed gently, leaning down and instinctively pressing a string of soft kisses to your forehead as she knelt beside the bed.

“Mmmm,” you mumbled, your eyelids fluttering as you blinked sleepily, trying to make sense of your surroundings. For a fleeting moment, you smiled, your lips curling up as Misa’s face came into focus. “Misa?”

The softness of your expression lasted only a second before reality caught up with you. You sat bolt upright, the memories of the afternoon crashing down on you like a tidal wave. Panic flickered across your features as you struggled to process the fact that she was actually there.

“Hola?” Misa offered sheepishly, a hesitant smile on her lips as she sat back on her haunches.

“Hola,” you whispered back, your hands instinctively moving to fidget with the edge of the blanket, your fingers twisting and pulling at the fabric as if it could somehow ground you. Was this it? Was she about to officially end it? You moved to scratch at your arm, the familiar nervous habit taking over.

“Hey, hey, hey, detener. Don’t scratch,” Misa’s voice was gentle, but firm as she reached out and gathered your hands in hers, stopping your movement. The roughness of her calloused skin against yours was comforting.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled, heat creeping into your cheeks as embarrassment prickled at your skin. You hated that she’d caught you doing it – hated that she knew just how anxious you were.

“Don’t apologise either,” Misa said softly, squeezing your hands reassuringly. She took a deep breath, her thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles. “I think… we should talk.”

You nodded, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten painfully. This was it – the moment you’d been dreading. You braced yourself, preparing for the worst.

“I’m so sorry for shouting at you, mi vida.” Misa said softly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. Intertwining your fingers as she squeezed gently. “And I’m sorry for letting you think that we had… are… were? … broken up.”

You blinked, trying to process her words, your mind sluggish from both sleep and the emotions of the day. It didn’t quite register for a moment, and you couldn’t help but stare at her, trying to make sense of what she was saying.

Misa took a shaky breath, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I’m sorry I snapped,” she continued, her gaze dropping to your joined hands. “I… I was just so happy for the win. We finally did it, y’know? We had finally beaten Barça after all this time, and it felt like everything we’d been working toward had finally paid off. And then… then I saw you.”

Her voice broke slightly, and she hesitated, as if unsure whether to continue. “You were there and Olga was against the wall and I don’t even know what happened ... I just snapped.”

Silence fell over the both of you. You bit your lip, trying to think of what to say.

“To be honest, I’m not really sure why you’re apologising,” you laughed humourlessly, the sound bitter and self-deprecating. Your shoulders slumped as you pulled your hand away from Misa’s, wrapping your arms around yourself defensively. “It’s my fault entirely. You were right – I was the one who couldn’t handle her emotions. I let Olga and del Castillo get under my skin, like they always do. I know I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I was childish and made a scene, and I ruined everything.”

You took a shaky breath, your eyes fixed on a spot on the floor as you fought against the urge to cry again. “I’m so sorry I embarrassed you, Misa. You’d just won and instead of letting you have your moment, I just… lost it. I took away your thunder from winning. But instead, I made it all about me and my stupid inability to keep my emotions in check.”

Your voice cracked slightly, and you tried to swallow back the lump forming in your throat. “You deserved that celebration. You deserved to be on top of the world, and instead, you had to deal with me acting like a jealous, petty idiot. You’re right to be mad at me. I completely ruined it.”

You glanced at Misa, trying to gauge her reaction, but the guilt and shame weighed you down, making it hard to meet her eyes for long.

Misa’s heart broke at your words, her mind reeling at what you were saying. She could see the pain etched into your expression, the way your shoulders hunched like you were trying to make yourself smaller, as if you could shrink away from the guilt eating at you. Gently, she reached out, cupping your face and wiping away the tear that slipped down your cheek with her thumb.

“Just… tell me the truth, por favor,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Did I really make you feel bad for losing against us? Do I really patronise you? Because that was never my intention, I promise. I’m so, so, so sorry if I ever made you feel like that.”

Her own eyes glistened with unshed tears, guilt and worry swirling together as she listened to your words.

A tear trickled down your cheek, and you swallowed hard, unable to meet her gaze. “No, no, bebé, never,” Misa reassured you, surging forward and wrapping you up in her arms, holding you close against her chest. She pressed a kiss to your temple, her grip tightening as if she was afraid to let go. “I have only ever felt love from you, prometo. I know how hard you work, how much effort you put in. I’m so proud of you, always.”

You clutched at her shirt, your fingers tangling in the fabric as you let out a shaky sob. “’Cos I promise I didn’t mean to,” you choked out, voice muffled against her chest. “I promise I don’t think you guys are an easy game. I know how hard you work and how much it means to you. I’m sorry if I ever came across as cocky or dismissive. I just… I didn’t know how to handle losing to you. It was stupid and childish, and I hate that I made you feel that way.”

Misa’s fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, grounding you as your sobs wracked through your body. “Shh, it’s okay, mi vida,” she whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I’ve got you, always.”

You woke up to sunlight streaming through the window, the golden light filtering through the thin curtains and casting soft patterns on the walls. Your head was pounding, a dull ache pulsing at your temples, and you let out a quiet groan as you stretched out, trying to ease the stiffness in your back from sleeping curled up all night.

You rolled over, reaching out instinctively to the other side of the bed, but your arm met only empty sheets. Frowning, you patted the space behind you, half expecting to feel her warm presence still there. Confusion settled over you as you tried to recall the events of the previous night. Did you dream it all? No, Misa had definitely been here. The comforting weight of her arms around you, the softness of her whispered apologies – it all felt too real to be just a figment of your imagination.

Your gaze landed on the bedside table, and relief washed over you as you spotted her phone still resting there, screen lighting up again and again as text message after text message pinged on the device. Your heart fluttered at the idea that she hadn’t left yet. There was still a chance to talk things through.

You found her in the living room, perched on the edge of the sofa, staring out the window with a distant, troubled look on her face. Her shoulders were hunched, and her fingers were nervously picking at the loose threads on the cushion beside her.

"Buenos días," you croaked, your voice still rough and strained from all the crying. Misa jumped at the sound, her head whipping around to face you. Her eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, her face still slightly swollen from the tears she had shed the night before.

"Mi vida, hey," she greeted softly, a faint, weary smile appearing on her lips.

You hesitated in the doorway, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you tried to figure out what to say. "How are you feeling?" you asked tentatively, your gaze dropping to the floor as you nervously toed the ground.

Misa let out a long, shaky breath, rubbing her hands over her face before dropping them into her lap. "Um..." She swallowed hard, clearly struggling to find the right words. God, this was so awkward. This was your girlfriend, for fuck's sake – why was it suddenly so hard to talk to her? "I think we should talk some more, sí?"

You nodded, forcing a small smile despite the knot of anxiety still coiling in your stomach. Of course she would want to talk. Yesterday had been a lot for both of you.

"So... where do we start?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, what happened? Before I got there?" Misa reached out for you, her hand warm as she took yours and gently pulled you closer. You allowed her to guide you onto her lap, her arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as she curled her feet under her body.

"Carmona... um... said some stuff. So did del Castillo," you admitted, chewing on your lower lip. "It got under my skin a little."

Misa’s jaw clenched, her thumb rubbing small circles against your hand in a calming gesture. "What did they say?"

You swallowed back the bitterness in your throat. "That Pere should just stick with Cata between the sticks. That at least Cata can keep clean sheets."

A string of muttered curses slipped from Misa’s lips, her face hardening with a mix of anger and frustration. "Esas malditas perras," she grumbled under her breath. She knew better than anyone how much stress the competition for the number one position had been putting on you. She knew how deeply it affected your confidence, no matter how much you tried to hide it.

You shrugged, giving a weak smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. "I mean... they aren’t wrong."

"They are wrong. They are so wrong," Misa insisted, her voice unwavering. She tightened her grip on your hands, pulling you closer until you were practically nose to nose. "Mi vida, you are good. You are great. You deserve everything you have achieved."

Her sincerity made your chest ache, and a tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. Misa brushed it away gently, her calloused thumb grazing your skin. "You’re an incredible goalkeeper. Don’t ever let their words make you doubt that. You’ve worked so hard to get here, and I’m so proud of you. Always."

“Thanks,” you muttered, though it was clear from your tone that you didn’t quite believe her. Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, and Misa could feel the tension in your shoulders even as you sat in her lap.

Misa hesitated, unsure of how to broach the next topic without upsetting you further. “And those comments… made you… y’know?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with concern.

You nodded, letting out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, basically. I mean, I was already feeling like shit, and then they were there – gloating, rubbing it in, making it seem like I’m not good enough. I just… I’m sorry. I lost my cool, and that was not okay.”

Misa wrapped her arms tighter around you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry for losing my cool too,” she confessed, her forehead resting against yours.

A pang of doubt flashed across your face as you bit your lip, hesitating before speaking up. “Is it true? What you said… that we… I… patronise you when we win?” You swallowed hard, unable to meet her gaze. The thought had been gnawing away at you ever since she said it.

Misa sighed, her eyes falling to where your hands were intertwined. “Sometimes,” she whispered, barely audible. “Sometimes it’s harder than others – especially if it’s my mistakes that cost us the game. Barça is like this… machine – a winning machine that never stops. And sometimes… it feels like you’re a little cocky with it. Like you don’t see us as true competition.”

You froze, your heart aching at the honesty in her words. “Mi Corazón…”

“I know you don’t mean it that way,” she added quickly, squeezing your hands reassuringly. “But it’s hard when you’ve worked so damn hard, and it still doesn’t feel like enough. I guess it just meant a lot to me and then to see you and Olga … yeah.”

You let yourself relax into her hold, feeling the tension slowly melt away as her warmth surrounded you. A deep breath escaped your lips, and you let yourself lean fully into Misa, your head resting against her shoulder. You traced small patterns on the back of her hand with your thumb, trying to find the right words to say.

“I don’t really know what else to say beyond the fact that I am so, so, so sorry for taking this big win away from you,” you whispered, voice thick with guilt. “You worked so hard for it – for years. And I just… ruined it.”

Misa shook her head gently, her fingers brushing through your hair. “You haven’t,” she started, her tone soft but firm, as if she was trying to will you into believing it.

“Sí, mi corazón, I have,” you insisted, your eyes welling up again despite your best efforts to keep it together. “And that’s not right. You deserve this win. You deserve to celebrate it with your team, to be happy without me ruining it with my stupid jealousy and insecurities. You earned that moment, and I took it from you.”

Misa tightened her hold on you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Mi vida, listen to me,” she murmured. “You didn’t take anything from me. I know it feels that way, but the win is still ours, and I’m proud of what we accomplished. Yeah, things got messy afterward, but I didn’t lose my happiness because of you. I just… I got overwhelmed, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you either. We both fucked up, sí?”

You sniffled, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. “But you deserved to feel proud. You deserved to have that moment. I never wanted to take that away from you, Misa. I love you too much to ever want to do that.”

She smiled softly, brushing her lips against your forehead. “And I love you too much to let this come between us. I promise, I’m not mad at you. And we didn’t break up.”

You nodded, squeezing her hand. “Well done, by the way. I don’t think I said that to you.”

Misa smiled, her thumb rubbing comforting circles into your palm. “Thanks.” You could feel the shy but proud smile against yours skin.

“The next time we play each other… maybe we both work on keeping our cool?”

A tiny laugh bubbled up from your chest, and you finally managed a small smile. “Deal.”

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

Do you think the Rubiales Verdict will make players more likely to report bad stuff or less likely? I'm not sure what it means. I'm not Spanish.

wow, now that is a loaded question! while i think we can all agree that there was a certain moral victory here, what does this verdict mean in reality with spanish players and rfef? when we talk about what is going to happen "on the ground," then i would say no, players are going to think twice about reporting anything. 🙃

here's why i think that:

first, it's pretty telling that there were no words of support at all for jenni after the verdict from montse, the manager of the national team, who was more than content to never speak of it again during a press conference yesterday. the judge did not think jenni being excluded from the national team was punishment or retaliation as a form of coercion, so rfef can continue its punitive measures. basically if you speak out, you are on your own…

there are serious consequences for players who speak up. we saw what happened with jenni and her football career in spain. we saw what they did to misa rodríguez. they are trying to do the same with irene paredes. irene even said at the press conference yesterday: "the reality is that today i am here, i am still part of the group of captains. tomorrow, if i tell you the truth, i don't even know if i'm going to play, so we'll see." and we will have to keep an eye on the rest.

jenni and her family have received death threats, and the abuse is constant. rubiales' sentence says he needs to stay away from jenni for 1 year. and then after that? what is to prevent that puto calvo or any of his associates from harassing jenni? there isn't any mechanism in place.

rubiales' assault of jenni was televised around the world and we have multiple angles of it and so much evidence against him, and yet the fine imposed is the lowest one contemplated for this type of crime. the statement from futpro is true. this sets a "worrying precedent" that "sexual assault can have negligible economic consequences for the aggressor." so players are debating whether it is "worth it" to speak up.

further, the judge in his statement said that this assault was not one of a supervisor harassing his subordinate. then what was it? if this is not someone in a position of power taking advantage of his subordinate, then i don't know what is. so if this is the kind of impunity given to rfef leaders in the open with millions of viewers, then you can imagine what will happen behind closed doors.

finally, it’s expensive for the player. the judge ruled that rubiales has to pay for 50% of jenni’s legal costs and the rest she has to pay out of pocket herself. lawyers are not cheap.

tl;dr it's pretty clear that if players want a career with the national team, then they need to keep quiet and just play football. rfef wants more olga carmonas (look how she was rewarded for being a loyal soldier that her image is on the new kits!) and fewer jennis, irenes and misas. 🤷‍♀️

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@Spanish_Revo

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“El ejército estadounidense podía vernos perfectamente desde el puente desde el que nos disparó. Sabía que estábamos allí”, recordaba Olga Rodríguez,, testigo directa del asesinato de José Couso a manos del Ejército de EE.UU. en Bagdad. Se cumplen 22 años de aquel crimen de guerra impune: un ataque deliberado contra la prensa libre, contra quienes informaban desde el Hotel Palestina sobre una invasión ilegal. En menos de tres horas dispararon contra Al Jazeera, Abu Dabi y luego contra nosotros, decía Rodríguez, dejando claro que no fue un error, fue un plan para silenciar. Aquel 8 de abril de 2003 mataron a Couso, a Taras Protsyuk y la verdad. La oscuridad informativa que siguió no fue casualidad, fue parte del objetivo. Más de dos décadas después, seguimos sin justicia. Y el silencio es cómplice.

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Misa Rodríguez, Alexia Putellas, Irene Paredes and Olga Carmona, Football, Spain

La Roja's players have been breathing football since they were children, but if we ask them which sports figures inspire them most, the variety is surprising: beyond football legends such as Vero Boquete, Iker Casillas and Hope Solo, names such as LeBron James and Serena Williams come to mind. The reason? The reigning world champions, after winning the 2023 Cup in Australia and New Zealand and adding the first UEFA Women's Nations League 2023-24, put excellence above all else. Another of their achievements is to be the first Spanish women's football team in history to qualify for the Olympic Games. All this will translate into giving their all on the pitch this summer and, of course, aiming for gold. However, the biggest goal for 30-year-old midfielder and two-time Ballon d'Or winner Alexia Putellas is "to continue to enjoy the sport for many years and for the fans to enjoy the games with me." -Marley Marius

[sxntvriar]

Imágenes de mi tierra - Vol. I

"Imágenes de mi tierra - Vol. I" nace de mi necesidad de poder reflejar un poquito más de mi realidad en el juego. Entiendo que "The Sims 4" refleja únicamente el paradigma estadounidense, sin embargo ―considero que― no existe una conexión real con este cuando hablamos de la experiencia de jugadorxs latinoamericanxs. Es por esto que me decidí a incluir en el juego una serie de obras hechas ―en este caso― por gigantes en el ámbito de la pintura en México, la mayoría de ellos forman parte del Movimiento Muralista Mexicano.

Para comprender en qué consistía; el Movimiento Muralista Mexicano...

"Tiene su origen en la Revolución mexicana de 1910, paralelamente al movimiento de transformación en México. Sin embargo, no es hasta 1921 cuando inicia formalmente el Movimiento Muralista Mexicano, año en que José Vasconcelos, uno de los principales intelectuales mexicanos, asumió funciones como Secretario de Educación Pública bajo el Gobierno del Presidente Álvaro Obregón, quien comisionó a distintos artistas a pintar una serie de murales en las paredes de la Secretaría Nacional y la Escuela Nacional Preparatoria. A partir de ese momento, la Escuela Muralista Mexicana comienza adquirir prestigio internacional no sólo por ser una corriente artística, sino por ser un movimiento social y político de resistencia e identidad, con imágenes a través de la diversidad de sus componentes estilísticos que retratan temas como la revolución, la lucha de las clases y al hombre indígena." 

(Gobierno de México. (s. f.). El Muralismo Mexicano. Secretaría de Relaciones Exteriores. Recuperado 18 de diciembre de 2023, de consulmex.sre.gob.mx).

A continuación, adjunto capturas directas de mi juego con el objetivo de que se pueda apreciar cómo se ven:

En este volumen, las obras que seleccioné son las siguientes:

Acto I:

"Niño muerto" - Olga Costa.

"Dioses del mundo moderno" - José Clemente Orozco.

"Solo en Do" - Rafaél Coronel.

Acto II (Mural):

"Presencia de América Latina" - Jorge González Camarena.

"Liberación" o "La humanidad se libera de la miseria" - Jorge González Camarena.

"El tastuán y la niña de Jerez" - Rafaél Coronel.

"Katharsis" - José Clemente Orozco.

"Nacimiento de nuestra nacionalidad" - Rufino Tamayo.

"México de hoy" - Rufino Tamayo.

"Dualidad" - Rufino Tamayo.

"Alegoría de la Producción" - Fermín Revueltas.

Acto III:

"Aguas frescas" - Jorge González Camarena.

"Sueño y pensamiento" - María Izquierdo.

"Piedad en el desierto" - Manuel Rodríguez Lozano.

"La trinchera" José Clemente Orozco.

"Alegoría del viento" - Roberto Montenegro.

Espero sea de su agrado esta adición; es la primera vez que hago contenido personalizado, así que no estoy segura si habrá algún problema o bug existente. Personalmente; no tengo ningún problema en mi juego. Cualquier cosa, déjenme un comentario o mándenme un DM para poder encontrar una solución respecto a los archivos. Descarga - Dropbox

��Tengas buenos días, tardes o noches!

― Sxntvriar xx

[groennuuk]

"Cuba es toda Nelson...Cuba también es Amir Valle , Margarita García Alonso, Belkis Cuza Malè, Arturo Sandoval, Paquito de Rivera...Willy Chirino, Reina María Rodríguez , Ponte, María Elena Cruz Varela ....cómo lo fueron Cabrera Infante, Celia Cruz, Gullermo Portabales, Bebo Valdez, Reinaldo Arenas, Olga Guillot , Gaston Baqueros....y son y fueron tantos que como el mismo Martí crearon fuera de la Isla precisamente cuando alguien por capricho o por un derecho asumido se adueñaba de la Patria y en nombre de ella mutilaron y mutilan nuestra cultura."

Gracias a Salvador V Guerra por mencionarme en un comentario del post de Nelson Simón

Margarita García Alonso, #graphicdesigner

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Ivana Andrés, Olga Carmona, Teresa Abelleira and Misa Rodríguez offering the Women's World Cup trophy to Santiago Bernabéu before the men's match vs Getafe | 2.9.2023.

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¡¡¡ CAMPEONAS !!!

Congratulations to the Spanish national team for the World Cup and especially to Misa Rodríguez, Teresa Abelleira, Rocío Gálvez, Ivana Andrés, Olga Carmona, Oihane Hernández, Claudia Zornoza, Athenea Del Castillo and our former player Esther González !

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Relevo via Twitter

[knario47]

LAS PALMAS DE GRAN CANARIA CELEBRA EL 545 ANIVERSARIO DEL GENOCIDO ESPAÑOL

El ayuntamiento colonizador de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria celebra a lo grande el acto terrorista español, 545 años de humillaciones y deshonras contra los descendientes directos de los aborígenes canarios, la corte penal Internacional, international criminal court, cou penal international, las naciones unidas, united nations, onu, un, o los tribunales internacionales de justicias o el restos de administraciones internacionales no pueden omitir estos actos de los genocidas españoles en la colonia más antigua del mundo.

lunes, 05 de junio de 2023

Las Palmas de Gran Canaria celebra su 545.º aniversario con un programa de marcado carácter musical

A partir del 15 de junio, y hasta el 2 de julio, las Fiestas Fundacionales ofrecen tres semanas plenas de encuentros conectados con las tradiciones, la música y, de forma especial, con la infancia en un año en el que la ciudad ha sido reconocida internacionalmente por su compromiso con este sector de la población y delega en los niños y niñas de VOPIA (Voces de Órgano de Participación de la Infancia y de la Adolescencia) la responsabilidad de oficiar un pregón que imagina la ciudad de sus sueños

Entre el espectáculo «Volver. Tango Sinfónico», protagonista del cierre del pregón que tendrá lugar el sábado 17 de junio, y el concierto que José Vélez brindará la noche de San Juan, y también antes y después de esas fechas, la ciudad acogerá festivales, eventos, ciclos y otras citas musicales de gran nivel como el tributo a Amy Winehouse ofrecido por su banda original, el concierto de Olga Cerpa y Mestisay o la noche de los conciertos de la décima edición de Sonora Las Palmas de Gran Canaria y Loquillo

Los escenarios de la plaza de La Música, la plaza de Santa Ana, la plaza de Santo Domingo o el patio del Palacete Rodríguez Quegles operarán como sedes para los encuentros al aire libre, mientras que el Edificio Miller y el Museo Castillo de Mata acogerán otro tipo de citas que requieren de sus infraestructuras, a estos emplazamientos se unirán de forma ocasional el Teatro Pérez Galdós, la plaza de Stagno, los patios de Vegueta, la calle Mayor de Triana y la avenida Mesa y López, así como el programa propio de la Fundación Auditorio y Teatro

Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, 5 de junio de 2023.- Las Palmas de Gran Canaria desvela el programa que celebra el 545.º aniversario de su fundación, un conjunto de actos que, del 15 de junio al 2 de julio, acercará a los ciudadanos y visitantes a experiencias culturales y festivas, a encuentros musicales y a eventos con arraigo en estas fechas.

Las fiestas quedarán oficialmente inauguradas la noche del sábado 17 de junio con un pregón diferente, uno especial que otorga a los niños y niñas de Voces de Órgano de Participación de la Infancia y de la Adolescencia (VOPIA) el protagonismo de oficiarlo en el año en el que la capital grancanaria ha sido reconocida internacionalmente por su compromiso con la infancia. El sello otorgado por el Consejo Independiente de Protección de la Infancia (CIPI), ha valorado el trabajo de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria en favor de los derechos y el bienestar de los pequeños y pequeñas. En concreto, según lo señalado en el acto de entrega del distintivo, se concede a la ciudad por «trabajar con criterios inspirados en el respeto hacia los niños, niñas y adolescentes, y contribuir con prácticas responsables al cuidado, buen trato y participación infantil».

La capital grancanaria, que además es ‘Ciudad Amiga de la Infancia’ según el título concedido en 2021 por UNICEF, compartirá los anhelos de sus ciudadanos más jóvenes. Ellos y ellas, serán los encargados de dar la vuelta a un modelo de Pregón que miraba al pasado y repasaba la historia para encargarse de proyectar hacia el futuro. Estos niños y niñas llegan con experiencia. No en vano representan a la infancia en el municipio, se reúnen con sus autoridades y lanzan sus mensajes y propuestas. Desde 2019 trabajan de la mano de la Unidad Técnica de Infancia y Familia, dependiente del área de Servicios Sociales del Ayuntamiento de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, y como reconocimiento a la labor de VOPIA y a la generosidad de sus integrantes serán ellos los maestros de ceremonias de un singular cumpleaños, el de su ciudad.

Si bien el área de Cultura del Ayuntamiento de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria publicó el bando de las Fiestas Fundacionales el pasado 17 de mayo, un bando que adelantaba la naturaleza de las citas, no ha sido hasta hoy, 5 de junio cuando el alcalde en funciones, Augusto Hidalgo, y la concejala de Cultura, también en funciones, Encarna Galván, han desvelado el detalle de un intenso programa que ocupará espacios simbólicos como la plaza de Santa Ana o la plaza de La Música, el entorno de Las Canteras, la plaza de Santo Domingo y, de forma ocasional, la calle Mayor de Triana y la avenida Mesa y López, sedes de la actividad al aire libre junto al patio del Palacete Rodríguez Quegles. También el Edificio Miller y el Museo Castillo de Mata ofrecerán contenidos asociados a las Fiestas Fundacionales, lo mismo que los patios del casco histórico como escenografía de los conciertos breves de «Música en el corazón de Vegueta», el Teatro Pérez Galdós en donde se rendirá tributo a los nuevos distinguidos con los títulos de hijos predilectos, adoptivos y medallas de oro de la ciudad o la plaza de Stagno. Asimismo, la Fundación de Arte y Pensamiento Martín Chirino y la Fundación Auditorio y Teatro se unen con contenidos propios.

Y si algo llama la atención del conjunto del programa es el marcado acento musical que adquiere el mismo. Aunque no faltarán exposiciones como la del decimoprimer Premio de Fotografía Ciudad de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, en el Museo Castillo de Mata; la recuperación, después de haberse estrenado en el marco del TEMUDAS, de «Mitos», propuesta escénica que homenajea a Maria Callas, la diva y su reverso, un montaje de A-Producciones con las actrices Paola Morales y Blanca Rodríguez al frente; veladas literarias en torno al Premio de Poesía y rutas como el popular Paseo Nocturno que organiza el cronista Oficial de la Ciudad, Juan José Laforet, un paseo que en 2023 se presenta bajo el título «Fuentes y pilares, la cultura del agua».

El programa completo se colgará y actualizará en el portal digital lpacultura.com y cada acto será puntualmente divulgado en los perfiles sociales de LPA Cultura: Facebook, Twitter e Instagram.

Dentro del calendario se subrayan fechas especiales como el señalado día del pregón, el 17 de junio, que se cerrará con el espectáculo «Volver. Tango Sinfónico» de la Orquesta Sinfónica de Las Palmas; el Día Mundial de la Música, el 21 de junio, con propuestas del Conservatorio Superior de Música de Canarias en la calle Mayor de Triana, de la Escuela Municipal de Educación Musical de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria por la avenida Mesa y López, así como de la Banda Sinfónica Municipal de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria que ofrecerá «Grease en concierto» en la plaza de La Música, después de haber agotado las entradas en su pase por el Teatro Pérez Galdós y la sala Miller; la noche de San Juan, 23 de junio, que, además del imprescindible espectáculo pirotécnico, brillará con la presencia de José Vélez también en la plaza de La Música y con los conciertos de Midnight Soul, el popular Agoney, un valor emergente cuya solvencia ha quedado acreditada en su reciente paso por Benidorm Fest, después de haber triunfado en Tu cara me suena (2022), y los ritmos afrocubanos de la oriunda de Pinar del Río Yaite Ramos, conocida como La Dame Blanche, toda una aventura musical que añade ritmos pegadizos y sonidos de hip hop a las influencias que le llegan de la cuna.

Igual trascendencia tendrá el festivo 24 de junio con tres citas imprescindibles. La primera, la que lleva la música a los patios y plazas de Vegueta que este año contará con Yul Ballesteros Trío, el pianista Luis Sánchez, la inconfundible Mel Ömana, el timplista Yone Rodríguez, la voz de Iván Quintana en Trío, el Coro de Cámara Ainur, el Ensemble de Barrios Orquestados, el jazz de Pino Quimont, la música latinoamericana de Marta Bolaños, el funk de Pablo Queu y el de Bentejuí de Vera Trío, en los patios de la Casa de Colón, la Fundación Mapfre Guanarteme, la Fundación Juan Negrín, el Ilustre Colegio de Abogados, el Patio de Los Naranjos, las Casas Consistoriales, la Casa de la Iglesia, y las plazas de San Agustín, Pilar Nuevo y de la Real Sociedad Económica de Amigos del País, respectivamente.

El mismo día llegará el regalo para la ciudad de Olga Cerpa y Mestisay y su «Concierto Sanjuanero» que cuenta con la participación del músico, compositor, arreglista y productor argentino Lito Vitale y que, en 2023, regresa a Santa Ana.

Por último, el día en el que se celebra el aniversario de la fundación de Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, el 24 de junio, los conciertos de Sonora Las Palmas de Gran Canaria subirán al escenario de la plaza de La Música a la ganadora de 2023, décima edición del Festival: Alba Gil Aceytuno, así como al mítico barcelonés Loquillo, a la banda colombiana Ácido Pantera y a Lajalada, ejemplo de la trayectoria de quien fuera ganadora años atrás, lo hizo como Bel Bee Bee cuando la cita era conocida como La Caja Sonora y, más tarde, Capital Sonora.

Pero además de los días señalados, Las Palmas de Gran Canaria recibirá a bandas señeras, artistas consagrados, tributos de altura, ciclos y festivales musicales del 15 de junio al 2 de julio.

[warningsine]

En los márgenes (2022), dir. Juan Diego Botto

The stakes are high in this ticking clock social thriller produced by and starring Spanish icon Penélope Cruz and centered on Spain's housing crisis. Azucena (Cruz) is a supermarket employee days away from an eviction notice; Rafa (Luis Tosar, in an engrossing performance) is a tenants' rights lawyer whose activism is on the verge of destroying his marriage; and Teodora (Adelfa Calvo) is an elderly woman attempting but failing to reach her son, an unskilled laborer ashamed of his trade. Writer/director Juan Diego Botto and co-writer Olga Rodríguez interweave these three stories to create a propulsive gut-punch of a film that puts a face to the numbing statistics that are a harsh reality of Spanish society and calls to mind the work of social realist director Ken Loach (I, DANIEL BLAKE). Official Selection, 2022 Venice and San Sebastián film festivals. DIR/SCR Juan Diego Botto SCR Olga Rodríguez PROD Penélope Cruz, Álvaro Longoria.

[unblogparaloschicos]

Cine: Marilyn (2018)

"Pueblo chico, infierno grande", reza el famoso refrán, que no puede ser más cierto para Marcos (Walter Rodríguez). El muchacho vive en un entorno rural, ayudando a su familia en tal clase de tareas. Su talento, sin embargo, reside en la costura, en la confección de prendas; su maña le es sumamente útil para lograr su objetivo de convertirse en Marilyn.

Tras la sorpresiva muerte de su padre, Carlos (Germán de Silva), el peso de la subsistencia de la casa y de la familia recae sobre su madre, Olga (Catalina Saavedra) y su hermano mayor, Carlitos (Ignacio Giménez). Cuando ambos descubren su vida secreta, la cual surge tras un instante de abuso que tiene como protagonista a Facundo (Rodolfo García Werner), los insultos y la degradación que estos le propinan, junto con la negación de su identidad, lo llevarán a una situación ineludible y brutal, a pesar de la aparente luz de esperanza que aparece tras conocer a Federico (Andrew Bargsted), un vecino que se convierte en eventual pareja.

Coproducción entre Argentina y Chile, el duro relato de Martín Rodríguez Redondo se inspira en una trágica historia real acaecida en Argentina: la de Marcelo Bernasconi, alias Marilyn, condenado a prisión perpetua por hechos que no develaré para evitar spoilers.

[sofea-00]

De Spanishrevolution en X @Spanish_Revo "Nadie podrá decir que no lo sabía"

Olga Rodríguez, periodista e investigadora, ha vuelto a demostrar en el programa '59 segundos', de RTVE, la necesidad de hablar con claridad del genocidio en Gaza.

A punto de cumplirse un año desde el inicio del asedio, su intervención es un recordatorio urgente de la responsabilidad de la comunidad internacional en detener esta masacre y denunciar el genocidio sin ambigüedades ni eufemismos.

[azzurriandspanishcalciofamilies]

Liga Hypermotion [March 2025]

ALBACETE BALOMPIÉ

Agus Medina - girlfriend, X  ⮕ 🤰🏻

Ale Meléndez- girlfriend, Isabel María Castro

Álvaro Rodríguez - girlfriend, Rebeca Moreno

Cristian Rivero - girlfriend, Naomí De los Reyes

Fidel Chaves - girlfriend, Marina Agulló ⮕ 👧🏻Julieta* & 👦🏻Fabio*

Higinio Marín - girlfriend, María Hernández

Jaume Costa - wife, Gema Martínez ⮕ 👧🏻Lucía*, 👦🏻Diego* & 🤰🏻Baby

Javi Moreno - girlfriend, Claudia Olmo

Javier Martón - girlfriend, Lucía Izpura

Jon García - girlfriend, Iria Ces

José Carlos Lazo - wife, Paola Barroso ⮕ 👦🏻Manuel

Juanma García - wife, Elvira Tinoco ⮕ 👦🏻Aitor & 👧🏻Daniela

Pepe Sánchez - girlfriend, Alicia De la Fuente

Raúl Lizoain - wife, Lilian Acevedo ⮕ 👦🏻Hugo & 👧🏻Noa

Riki - girlfriend, Irene Rivaya

*Single Players: Antonio Pacheco, Javi Rueda, Javi Villar, Jon Morcillo, Juan María, Lalo Aguilar, Nabil Zoubdi, Pablo Sáenz, Rai Marchán

BURGOS CF

Ander Martín - girlfriend, Ainhoa Piera

Borja Sánchez - girlfriend, Celia Estrada

Curro Sánchez - fiancée, Paola Cañizares ⮕ 👧🏻Lara & 👧🏻Blanca

Dani Ojeda - girlfriend, X

David González - girlfriend, Paula García

Edu Espiau - wife, Seirat Díaz

Elady Zorrilla - wife, Mari Ángeles Jiménez ⮕ 👦🏻Elady & 👧🏻María

Fer Niño - girlfriend, Laura Noguera

Grego Sierra - wife, Olga ⮕ 👧🏻Martina

Iván Morante - girlfriend, Beatriz Álvarez

Miguel Ángel Atienza - wife, Lidia Carrero

Tomeu Nadal - wife, Verónica Ascaso ⮕ 👧🏻Lucía & 👦🏻Hugo

*Single Players: Aitor Córdoba, Alex Sancris, Ander Cantero, Iñigo Córdoba, Pipa, Raúl Navarro, Rubén Quintanilla 

CÁDIZ CF

Álex Fernández - girlfriend, Laura Catalán ⮕ 👦🏻Alejandro* & 👧🏻Carla*

Carlos Fernández - wife, Blanca Escudero ⮕ 👦🏻Marco

Chris Ramos - girlfriend, Raquel Bravo

David Gil - wife, Cristina Muñoz ⮕ 👦🏻David & 👧🏻Candela

Fali - wife, María ⮕ 👧🏻Isabel, 👧🏻Rocío & 👦🏻Gabriel

Fede San Emeterio - girlfriend, Irene García

Iker Recio - girlfriend, Beatriz G

Iza Carcelén - girlfriend, Celia Daimiel

Javi Ontiveros - girlfriend, Zaira Abdelkader ⮕ 👦🏻Javier & 👦🏻Luca

José Antonio Caro - wife, Amanda Muñoz

José Joaquín Matos - wife, Carmen Martínez ⮕ 👧🏻María

Joseba Zaldua - girlfriend, Amaia Badiola ⮕ 👧🏻Laia & 👧🏻Maren

Mario Climent - girlfriend, Lucía López

Óscar Melendo - girlfriend, María Patrón

Roger Martí - wife, María Rodríguez ⮕ 👧🏻Alma & 👦🏻Noah

Rubén Alcaraz - girlfriend, Lorena Serrano ⮕ 👦🏻Marcos & 👦🏻Álvaro

Rubén Sobrino - girlfriend, Celia García ⮕ 👦🏻Lucas

Víctor Chust - girlfriend, Claudia Hermida

*Single Players: José Antonio De la Rosa, Julio Cabrera, Luis Hernández

CD CASTELLÓN

Jesús De Miguel - girlfriend, María Fernández ⮕ 👧🏻

José Albert - girlfriend, Paula Prades

Josep Calavera - girlfriend, Andrea Verchili

Salva Ruiz - fiancée, Laura Soria

*Single Players: Alberto Jiménez, Alex Calatrava, Israel Suero, Óscar Gil, Raúl Sánchez, Sergio Moyita

CD ELDENSE

Alejandro Iniesta - girlfriend, Laura Abad

Alex Bernal - wife, Irene ⮕ 👦🏻Matías, 👦🏻Benjamín & 👦🏻Nicolás

Álvaro Aceves - girlfriend, Marina Núñez

Dani Martín - wife, María Navarro ⮕ 👦🏻/👧🏻

David Timor - wife, Sandra Castells ⮕ 👧🏻Valeria, 👧🏻Vera & 👦🏻Aleix

Fede Vico - girlfriend, Laura Cañero

Fran Gámez - wife, Virginia Gómez ⮕ 👦🏻Mateo & 👧🏻Macarena

Ian Mackay - wife, Iria ⮕ 👧🏻Daniela & 👧🏻 Lara

Iñigo Piña - fiancée, Paula Andrés

Iván Chapela - girlfriend, Marta Pinto

Iván Martos - girlfriend, Alba Moya

Juanto Ortuño - wife, Ester ⮕ 👧🏻Martina & 👧🏻

Marc Mateu - girlfriend, Virginia Céspedes ⮕ 👧🏻Alejandra

Nacho Monsalve - wife, Leticia Domenech ⮕ 👧🏻Jimena, 👧🏻Leticia & 🤰🏻Baby Boy

Sergio Ortuño - girlfriend, Alejandra Rocamora

Víctor Camarasa - girlfriend, Cristina De Mingo ⮕👧🏻Daniela

Víctor García - girlfriend, Cristina Gascón

*Single Players: Diego Collado, Diego Méndez, Nacho Quintana, Raúl Parra, Unai Ropero

CD MIRANDÉS

Alberto Dadie - girlfriend, Sara Carrera

Alberto Reina - girlfriend, Laura Reyes ⮕ 👧🏻Valentina

Ander Martín - girlfriend, Ainhoa Piera

Carlo Adriano - girlfriend, Lucía Portoles 

Iker Benito - girlfriend, Marta Castillo

Jon Gorroatxegi - girlfriend, Paula Alberdi

Juan María - girlfriend, X

Julio Alonso - girlfriend, Rocío García

Pablo Tomeo - girlfriend, Sandra Peris

Raúl Fernández - wife, Ainara ⮕ 👧🏻Adriana & 👧🏻Claudia

Sergio Postigo - girlfriend, Rebeca Ros ⮕ 👧🏻Claudia

Urko Izeta - girlfriend, Lore

*Single Players: Adrián Butzke, Alex Calvo, Hugo Rincón, Joel Roca, Juan Gutiérrez, Luis López, Tachi, Unai Egiluz, Víctor Parada

CD TENERIFE

Adrián Guerrero - girlfriend/wife, Ainhoa Vivas ⮕ 👦🏻Aritz

Adrián Pérez - girlfriend, Mariana

Aitor Sanz - wife, Tatiana Vázquez ⮕ 👦🏻Aritz & 👧🏻Nahia

Alejandro Cantero - girlfriend, Mara Kacic

Ángel Rodríguez - wife, Núria Ramos ⮕ 👧🏻Mía, 👧🏻Lis & 👦🏻Dan

David Rodríguez - girlfriend, Nerea

Edgar Badía - wife, Miriam Febrer ⮕ 👦🏻Eros & 👦🏻Apolo

Enric Gallego - wife, Sandra Ruiz ⮕ 👦🏻Enzo, 👧🏻Daniella & 👦🏻Luca

Fabio González - girlfriend, Rosa López ⮕ 👦🏻Luca

José León- wife, Débora Cristellys ⮕ 👧🏻Alma

Josep Gayà - girlfriend, Minto

Juande - girlfriend, Paula Muñoz

Luismi Cruz - girlfriend, María Ruiz

Maikel Mesa - girlfriend, Paula U

Salvi Carrasco - girlfriend, María ⮕ 👦🏻Iván  & 👦🏻Aday

Sergio González - girlfriend, Patricia Bermúdez

*Single Players: Dani Fernández, Fernando Medrano, Fran Sabina, Jorge Padilla, José Amo, Teto, Waldo Rubio

CÓRDOBA CF

Antonio Casas - girlfriend, Lola Rodríguez

Carlos Albarrán - wife, Judith Bastida ⮕ 👦🏻Hugo

Carlos Isaac - girlfriend, Marta Sánchez

Carlos Marín - girlfriend, Angy Terriza 

Christian Carracedo - girlfriend, Sara Rivas

Gabriele Corbo - wife, Giorgia Mottola ⮕ 👦🏻Riccardo

Genaro Rodríguez - girlfriend, Cristina Ríos

José Manuel Calderón - girlfriend, Paola Montero

Rubén Alves - wife, Ana ⮕ 👦🏻Mateo & 👧🏻Noa

Xavi Sintes - girlfriend, X

*Single Players: Alberto del Moral, Alex Sala, Ander Yoldi, Isma Ruiz, Jacobo González, Jon Magunazelaia, Marvel, Pedro Ortiz, Ramón Vila

ELCHE CF

Aleix Febas - wife, Judit Zazurca ⮕ 👦🏻Hugo

Alex Martín - girlfriend, Dairén Melian

David López - girlfriend, Núria Martínez

Josán Ferrández - wife, Rosa Ruiz ⮕ 👧🏻Valeria & 👧🏻Isabella

José Salinas - girlfriend, Rocío Lucas

Mario Gaspar - girlfriend, Patricia Palomanes ⮕ 👦🏻Mateo*

Miguel San Román - girlfriend, Alicia Jerez

Óscar Plano - fiancée, Cristina Novella ⮕ 👦🏻Óscar & 👧🏻Chloe

Pedro Bigas - wife, Jessica M. ⮕ 👧🏻Raquel & 👦🏻Pedro

Pejiño - girlfriend, Isabel Crespo ⮕ 👧🏻Carlota

Rodrigo Mendoza - girlfriend, Ana Yáñez

*Single Players: Álvaro Núñez, Gerard Hernández, Germán Valera, Jairo Izquierdo, Marc Aguado, Yago Santiago

FC CARTAGENA

Alex Millán - girlfriend, Kalenna Santana ⮕ 👧🏻Kenia

Alfredo Ortuño - wife, Yuliya Kalinovskaya ⮕ 👧🏻Sofía & 👦🏻Alfredo

Jorge More - girlfriend, María Gómez

Kiko Olivas - wife, Andrea Calin ⮕ 👦🏻Enzo & 👦🏻Marco

Luis Muñoz - girlfriend, X ⮕ 👧🏻

Martín Aguirregabiria - girlfriend, Irune Gartxi ⮕ 👦🏻Danel

Nacho Martínez - girlfriend, Lucía Pavón ⮕ 👧🏻Olivia & 👧🏻Sofía 

Pablo Campos - girlfriend, Sara Pérez

Pedro Alcalá - wife, Ana Bellido ⮕ 👦🏻Piero & 👦🏻Matteo

*Single Players: Andy Rodríguez, Assane Ndiaye, Dani Escriche, Julián Delmás, Óscar Clemente, Sergio Guerrero, Toni Fuidias

GRANADA CF

Borja Bastón - wife, Marta Sánchez ⮕ 👦🏻Enzo & 👧🏻Lucía

Carlos Neva - girlfriend, Nerea Férez

Diego Mariño - wife, Iria Cruz ⮕ 👧🏻Daniela & 👦🏻Lucas

Manu Trigueros - wife, Marta Rubert ⮕ 👧🏻Carlota, 👦🏻Manuel, 👧🏻Catalina & 👦🏻Gonzalo

Marc Martínez - wife, Patricia Carballo ⮕ 👦🏻Cruz

Pablo Insua - wife, Jhoana Suárez ⮕ 👧🏻Melissa & 👦🏻Miranda

Ricard Sánchez - girlfriend, Nerea Arce

Rubén Sánchez - girlfriend, Dayana Burgos

Sergio Ruiz - girlfriend, Paula Díez ⮕ 👦🏻Lucas & 👧🏻Asia

Stoichkov - girlfriend, Lorena H ⮕ 👦🏻Michael*, 👧🏻Hada, 👦🏻Marcelo & 👦🏻Mateo

*Single Players: Gonzalo Villar, Manu Lama, Miguel Brau, Miguel Rubio, Pablo Sáenz 

LEVANTE UD

Adrián De la Fuente - fiancée, Ale Becker ⮕ 👦🏻Adrián & 🤰🏻Aday

Ángel Algobia - girlfriend, Laura Yenes

Andrés Fernández - wife, Sheila Aller ⮕ 👧🏻Penélope

Diego Pampín - girlfriend, Nuria Rodeiro

Ignasi Miquel - girlfriend, Gemma Boldu ⮕ 👦🏻Gerard

José Luis Morales - wife, Ruth García ⮕ 🤰🏻Baby

Oriol Rey - girlfriend, Clara Isabel

Pablo Martínez - girlfriend, Ainara Jiménez

Roger Brugué - wife, Alba Picó

Unai Elgezabal - wife, Nerea Martín ⮕ 👧🏻Nara

Vicente Iborra - wife, Arantxa Temprado ⮕ 👦🏻Mario, 👦🏻Hugo & 👦🏻Enzo

*Single Players: Alfonso Pastor, Carlos Álvarez, Carlos Espí, Iván Romero, Jorge Cabello, Manu García, Marcos Navarro, Sergio Lozano, Víctor Fernández, Xavi Grande

MÁLAGA CF

Alfonso Herrero - girlfriend, Lara Duro ⮕ 👧🏻

Carlos Puga - girlfriend, X 

Diego Murillo - girlfriend, Raquel Cortado

Dioni Villalba - girlfriend/wife, X 

Einar Galilea - girlfriend, X 

Jokin Gabilondo - girlfriend, Saioa González

Juan Hernández - girlfriend, Paola Cerezo

Juanpe Jiménez - wife, Raquel Guzmán ⮕ 👦🏻Gonzalo

Luca Sangalli - wife, Ane Hernando

Luismi Sánchez - girlfriend, Cristina ⮕ 👧🏻Bianca & 👧🏻

Manu Molina - wife, Sandra Muñoz ⮕ 👧🏻Nicole

Ramón Enríquez - girlfriend, Eva Florido

Víctor García - girlfriend, María Rivera

*Single Players: Aaron Ochoa, Alex Pastor, Antoñito, Carlos López, Dani Lorenzo, Dani Sánchez, David Larrubia, Izan Merino, Julen Lobete, Kevin Medina

RACING CLUB DE FERROL

Álvaro Giménez - girlfriend, Laura Mena

Álvaro Sanz - girlfriend, Alba Langa

Chiki - girlfriend, Celia Sanz

Héber Pina - wife, Yessica ⮕ 👧🏻Chloe

Josep Señé - girlfriend/wife, Claudia Codorniu ⮕ 👦🏻Jan & 👧🏻Gal·la

Josue Dorrio - girlfriend, Alazne Betolaza

Manu Vallejo - girlfriend, Mari Carmen Fierro ⮕ 👧🏻Blanca

Rober Correa - girlfriend, Natalia Domínguez

Yoel Rodríguez - girlfriend/wife, X

*Single Players: Aitor Buñuel, Aitor Gelardo, Brais Martínez, David Carballo, David Castro, Emilio Bernad, Eneko Jauregi, Fran Manzanara, Jesús Ruiz, Luis Perea, Nacho Sánchez, Naïm García, Raúl Blanco

RC DEPORTIVO DE LA CORUÑA 

Alberto Sánchez - girlfriend, Andrea Suárez

Berto Cayarga - girlfriend, Paloma Menéndez

David Mella - girlfriend, Paula López

Diego Gómez - girlfriend, Lucía Navarro

Germán Parreño - wife, Marina Vil ⮕ 👦🏻Hugo & 👦🏻Bruno

Jaime Sánchez - girlfriend, Fátima Calavera

José Ángel Jurado - wife, Carmen Martínez ⮕ 👦🏻Fabio & 👧🏻Carmen

Kevin Sánchez - girlfriend, Ale Villamor

Mario Soriano - girlfriend, María Marnez

Pablo Vázquez - girlfriend, Paula Larios

Rafa Obrador - girlfriend, Nídia Roig

Sergio Escudero - wife, Tatyana Campillo ⮕ 👦🏻Marco & 👧🏻Siena

Ximo Navarro - girlfriend, María Corbe

Yeremay Hernández - girlfriend, Thairy Rodríguez

*Single Players: Alex Petxarroman, Dani Barcia, Diego Villares, Hugo Rama (👧🏻Olivia), Iván Barbero

RC RACING SANTANDER

Andrés Martín - fiancée, Nira Artiles

Aritz Aldasoro - girlfriend, Maitane Linazasoro

Ekain - girlfriend, Maiane Aizpurua

Iñigo Vicente - girlfriend, Natalia Helguera

Javi Castro - girlfriend, Nuria Costas

Javi Montero - girlfriend, Marta Bermúdez ⮕ 👧🏻Antonella & 👦🏻Fabio

Jon Karrikaburu - girlfriend, Amaia Uranga

Manu Hernando - girlfriend, X

Mario García - girlfriend, Irene Brea

Miquel Parera - girlfriend, X

Pablo Rodríguez - girlfriend, Sonia Romes ⮕ 🤰🏻Baby girl

Pol Moreno - girlfriend, Noemí Suárez ⮕ 👧🏻Martina

Saúl García - girlfriend, Mar Fernández ⮕ 👦🏻Nico

Víctor Meseguer - girlfriend, Jessica Massó

*Single Players: Álvaro Mantilla, Íñigo Sainz-Maza, Jeremy Arévalo, Jokin Ezkieta, Juan Carlos Arana, Rober González, Unai Vencedor

REAL OVIEDO

Aarón Escandell - fiancée, Lara Albelda ⮕ 👧🏻Daniela

Álvaro Lemos - wife, Sara Casal ⮕ 👦🏻Sergio & 👦🏻Martín

Carlos Pomares - wife, X ⮕ 👦🏻Marc & 👧🏻

César De la Hoz - wife, Irene Arnáiz ⮕ 👦🏻Liam

Dani Calvo - girlfriend, Leyre Ballesteros ⮕ 👦🏻Lucas & 👦🏻Teo

David Costas - girlfriend, Rebeca Llorente

Francisco Portillo - wife, Remedios Bázalo ⮕ 👦🏻Mateo, 👦🏻Lucas & 👦🏻Gonzalo

Jaime Seoane - girlfriend, María ⮕ 👦🏻Gael & 🤰🏻

Santi Cazorla - wife, Úrsula Santirso ⮕ 👦🏻Enzo & 👧🏻India

Sebas Moyano - girlfriend, María Navajas ⮕ 👧🏻Chloe

*Single Players: Alex Cardero, Lucas Ahijado, Nacho Vidal, Oier Luengo, Paulinho de la Fuente

REAL SPORTING DE GIJÓN

César Gelabert - girlfriend, María de Medrano

Cote - girlfriend, Sara García ⮕ 👦🏻Nel

Dani Queipo - girlfriend, X

Eric Curbelo - girlfriend, X

Gaspar Campos - girlfriend, Laura Novoa

Jesús Bernal - girlfriend, X

Kevin Vázquez - wife, Ivette Lázaro

Pablo García -  girlfriend, Celia Antuña

Róber Pier - girlfriend, Carlota Santé

Rubén Yáñez - wife, Núria Trens ⮕ 👦🏻Nicolás

Víctor Campuzano - girlfriend, Miriam Porcel

*Single Players: Carlos Dotor, Diego Sánchez, Guille Rosas, Lander Olaetxea, Nacho Martín, Nacho Méndez, Nico Serrano

REAL ZARAGOZA

Ager Aketxe - girlfriend, Leire Bilbao

Andrés Borge - girlfriend, Ginebra Viladés

Carlos Nieto - wife, Sonia Marco

Dani Gómez - girlfriend, Ana Cucoreanu ⮕ 👦🏻Luca

Dani Tasende - girlfriend, Katia Novoa

Francho Serranico - girlfriend, Laura Hernando

Iván Calero - girlfriend, Olena

Joan Femenías - girlfriend/wife, X ⮕ 👧🏻

Lluís López - wife, Sara Castillo

Mario Soberón - girlfriend, Lorena Sheqi

Toni Moya - girlfriend, Anabel Fernández

*Single Players: Adrián Liso, Adu Ares, Alberto Marí, Enrique Clemente, Gori Gracia, Marcos Luna, Raúl Guti

SD EIBAR

Alex Domínguez - girlfriend, Ale Christiansen

Álvaro Carrillo - girlfriend, Nerea

Anaitz Arbilla - wife, Agurne Uriarte ⮕ 👦🏻Danel & 👦🏻Aurken

Antonio Puertas - wife, Cristina C ⮕ 👧🏻Martina & 👧🏻 or 👦🏻

Arnau Comas - girlfriend, Claudia Pujol

Chema Rodríguez - wife, Isabel Belisario ⮕👦🏻Matías*, 👦🏻Alejandro & 👧🏻Camila

Iván Gil - girlfriend, Judit González

Jon Bautista - wife, Ariadna

José Corpás - wife, Ana Agudo ⮕ 👧🏻Ana & 🤰🏻

Martín Merquelanz - girlfriend, María López Cano

Sergio Álvarez - wife, María Iborra

Toni Villa - wife, Natalia Martínez ⮕ 👧🏻Nerea & 👦🏻Leo

*Single Players: Ángel Troncho, Aritz Arambarri, Cristian Gutiérrez, Hodei Arrillaga, Javi Martínez,  Jon Guruzeta, Jonmi Magunagoitia, Jorge Pascual, Mada, Peru Nolaskoain, Sergio Cubero, Slavy, Xeber Alkain

SD HUESCA

Dani Jiménez - wife, Mari Carmen ⮕ 👦🏻Lucas

Diego González - girlfriend, Andrea Hernando

Gerard Valentín - wife, Mariona Xifra

Hugo Vallejo - girlfriend, Laura Boado

Ignasi Vilarrasa - girlfriend, Ariadna Viladecàs

Iker Unzueta - girlfriend, Cristina

Javi Mier - girlfriend, Julia Moreno-Arrones

Javi Pérez - girlfriend, Paula De Lucas

Jordi Martín - girlfriend, Carmen Parra

Jorge Pulido - wife, María Mayoral ⮕ 👦🏻Enzo & 👦🏻Eric

Miguel Loureiro - girlfriend, Cristina Muñoz Romero

Moi Delgado - wife, María Rocío Troncoso ⮕ 👦🏻Moisés & 👦🏻Lucas

Óscar Sielva - wife, Lorena C. ⮕ 👧🏻Gala & 👦🏻Hugo

Sergi Enrich - wife, Clara Piera ⮕ 👧🏻Lara & 👦🏻Maxi

Toni Abad - girlfriend, Laura García Sagardoy

*Single Players: Hugo Anglada, Iker Kortajarena, Javi Hernández, Joaquín Muñoz, Juan Pérez, Rubén Pulido

UD ALMERÍA

Alejandro Pozo - wife, Pilar Bogado ⮕👧🏻Carla

Alex Centelles - wife, Nadia Boluda ⮕ 👦🏻Gio

Chumi - fiancée, Alessandra Pini ⮕ 👦🏻Leonardo & 👧🏻Gabriela

Edgar González - girlfriend, Judit Puigbó

Fernando Martínez - wife, Marta ⮕ 👧🏻Claudia & 👧🏻Sara

Gonzalo Melero - wife, Lucía Villalón ⮕ 👦🏻Diego & 👦🏻Lucas

Marc Pubill - girlfriend, Ingrid Pérez

Sergio Arribas - girlfriend, Ana Martín ⮕ 🤰🏻Marco

*Single Players: Arnau Puigmal, Nico Melamed, Paco Sanz, Selvi Clua

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Julieta & Fabio [Albacete Balompié] are Fidel’s kids from a previous relationship with Carla Remesal.

Lucía & Diego [Albacete Balompié] are Jaume’s kids from a previous relationship.

Alejandro & Carla [Cádiz CF] are Alex’s kids from a previous relationship with Sandra Jiménez.

Mateo [Elche CF] is Patricia’s son from a previous relationship.

Michael [Granada CF] is Stoichkov’s son from a previous relationship.

Olivia [RC Deportivo] is Hugo’s daughter from a previous relationship with Lía Losada.

Matías [SD Eibar] is Isabel’s son from a previous relationship.

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Fourthwing Squad Club Surpreende e Conquista a Copa do Brasil nos Pênaltis Contra o Sons Of Odin

Por Martina Rodríguez

O Fourthwing Squad Club é o campeão da Copa do Brasil 39. A equipe, que lidera a Série B do Campeonato Brasileiro e já garantiu o acesso à Série A na próxima temporada, superou o Sons Of Odin, da Série A, na final disputada neste domingo, com a decisão ocorrendo na disputa de pênaltis após um empate emocionante de 4 a 4 no tempo normal.

A partida registrou um público total de 3179 pessoas e uma renda de $158,950.00. O Fourthwing Squad Club conquistou o título inédito após vencer a disputa de pênaltis por 3 a 2.

Resumo da Partida:

O jogo começou com um ritmo frenético, com ambas as equipes buscando o ataque desde o início.

Gols do Primeiro Tempo:

* Olga marcou para o Sons Of Odin aos 46 segundos.

* Neymar marcou para o Sons Of Odin aos 16 minutos.

* Beatrice marcou para o Fourthwing Squad Club aos 28 minutos.

* Nico marcou para o Sons Of Odin aos 35 minutos.

Gols do Segundo Tempo:

* Henrique marcou para o Fourthwing Squad Club aos 52 segundos.

* Zacarias marcou para o Sons Of Odin aos 5 minutos.

* Henrique marcou para o Fourthwing Squad Club aos 8 minutos.

* Beatrice marcou para o Fourthwing Squad Club aos 32 minutos.

A disputa de pênaltis, como de costume, elevou a tensão no estádio. O Fourthwing Squad Club mostrou mais precisão nas cobranças e contou com a grande atuação da goleira Kali.

Disputa de Pênaltis:

O Fourthwing Squad Club venceu a disputa de pênaltis por 3 a 2.

Próximos Passos:

O Fourthwing Squad Club, que chega à elite do futebol brasileiro na próxima temporada, celebra um título inédito. O Sons Of Odin, por sua vez, foca agora no Campeonato Brasileiro, onde ocupa a quarta colocação.

A vitória do Fourthwing é considerada uma das maiores zebras da história da competição, dada a diferença de divisão entre as equipes e o histórico do Sons Of Odin.