#Road to World Cup

[monsterella199]

This.

This me. I'm going to Austria.

Holy $^%&.

[retropolitan]

Mogel-Montag

Part CXLII: FIFA '98: Die WM-Qualifikation | Tricks für die PlayStation

(Bildquelle: Das offizielle PlayStation Magazin, Ausgabe: August 1998)

[justplaggin]

*squints* no WAY

[a-sportygoldfish]

A wonderful win plus a very muddy wout 💛🐝👏✨️

[practical-hearthcraft]

Absolutely tragic that I don't live on the same road all my mutuals.

[playstationpark]

An American commercial for 'FIFA '98 - Road To The World Cup' on the PlayStation.

[viper-motorsports]

The 2020 GT World Challenge America welcomes March at Texas’ Circuit of the Americas where the Racer’s Edge Motorsports’ N°93 Acura NSX GT3 inaugurated the sprint cup weekend with the overall win.

[waru-chan8]

(Ana Carrasco anon) thank you for the long explanation!

I can’t believe that FIM are trying to create a W Series for motorbikes *facepalm* why not support women in Moto 3 and Moto 2 (and even the CEV & CIV)?!

Hi again anon 👋👋👋

It's more than the W Series because it has the MotoGP and FIM Approval but less than the F1 Academy because there's no direct link between this series and MotoGP.

That is actually the question! FIM said they want to boost the female rider pool, but doesn't do it from the lower levels (Road to MotoGP, CIV and/or JuniorGP or evn MiniMotoGP (or whatever is called that series where kids are coached by MotoGP/2/3 riders riding mini motos)) or even the existing structures. María is a FIM ambassador and she does riding camps for female riders and have the Spanish federation approval. She even has gone to Italy to do the same!

I had already said this, but there are much better ways to do this. Do a Road to MotoGP only for female, get 1 bike on those categories only for female, give the teams incentives (like less money to pay) to put females in their teams. Or if they really insiste this is necessary, don't make it an isolated class, allow riders do do wild Cards or get seats in the WSSP championship. But same with the Women's European Cup

[oh-a-very-toxic-octopus]

where were you when Portugal and England was kill

(Eating tacos in a flat in Portugal.)

(Eating a battered burger in an England-supporting bar [also in Portugal.])

[z2z-gaming-and-random-art-ai]

FIFA Series - Visual Evolution (1993-2001)⚽🎮🏆🏟️ 

Visual evolution of the FIFA Soccer/Football series, this short covers one of the most visually improved era's of gaming the end of the 4th Generation with FIFA International Soccer, the 5th Generation of PlayStation and Nintendo 64. Culminating in FIFA 2001 for the PlayStation 2. 

For more video game related shorts check out this playlist https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFJOZYl1h1CF5oVPNNxPlLJPambfM5BIj&si=JoqFIMV9nWq9rEOM

[schnuron]

At the age of 6, I discovered music in the world of entertainment: Ace Combat 2 OST Carmageddon 1 Destruction Derby 2 NFS High Stakes Pokemon The First Movie Road Rage 3D Sega Touring Championship Sled Storm Test Drive 5 V-Rally 2 Wipeout 64 World Cup 98

[nfllivescores]

Scotland chasing 120 to win T20 World Cup opener

World Cup In a stunning start to the ICC Men’s T20 World Cup, Scotland pulled off a sensational victory in their opening match, chasing down a modest total of 120 runs in just 18.4 overs to defeat their opponents. It was a game that highlighted Scotland’s determination, disciplined bowling attack, and an unwavering belief in their ability to perform on the big stage World Cup. The Setting: A…

[hellman55]

FIFA - Road to World Cup 98 (PS1) - Longplay

[sunni-stuff]

fwb!Simon, who grunts out, I love you mid thrust, leaving you rightfully lost for words and unable to question him, not while he was hitting a spot that had your toes curling and stars dancing in your eyes.

It's only afterward that you confront him, sheets pulled up to your chest, trying to assemble some semblance of decency while he gets dressed with deliberate purpose, his back to you as if eager to escape your presence. Scars crisscross his back like a road map of past battles, mingling with the fresh evidence of your fruitless moment of passion—angry red streaks left by your nails, which had clung to him in desperation and abandon.

"Did you mean it?" The meek whisper escapes you as you watch him tug on his shirt, concealing the marks of your shared tryst as though they were nothing more than another wound to bear.

He doesn’t face you, his head slightly turned but unreadable, the balaclava masking any trace of vulnerability or regret. Simon sits on the edge of the bed to put on his boots, the silence stretching between you like a chasm. The weight of your question hangs heavy in the air, rendering him unable—or perhaps unwilling—to answer, though his stoic demeanor betrays nothing.

"Simon, I'm talking to you." Your voice trembles, frustration spilling into your tone.

"I heard you," He mutters, his voice low and clipped, refusing to meet your gaze as he tightens the laces of his boots.

Simon always does this. He always does this—offering you fragments of affection, fleeting and fragile, leaving you grasping at it like sand slipping through your fingers. No matter how tightly you hold on, it escapes, grainy and rough, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake. How much more could you take? How much longer could he toy with your heart before it finally broke?

"Then say something!" You finally scream, the words sharp and raw, slicing through the oppressive silence like a blade, desperate to shatter the wall he always hides behind.

He stills, shoulders stiffening, and for a moment, you think he might ignore you. But then, he snaps—his voice booming in the small room, rougher than you’ve ever heard it.

"What am I supposed to say?" The words come out like a growl, his frustration spilling over in a way that’s uncharacteristic of his usual control. His head whips around, and though his face is hidden by the balaclava, the intensity in his eyes burns through you.

You flinch, never having seen him angry before, let alone enough to yell at you. The sharpness of his outburst leaves you unnerved—just for a moment. But then your own anger surges forward, overwhelming the tremor of fear. He’s been toying with your heart, leading you along like a puppet, pulling the strings, the conductor of a train you never asked to board.

"Did you mean it?" You ask again, your voice steady now, even as your chest tightens. You meet his brown eyes head-on, the fire in them slowly dimming your own, leaving you to wonder if there’s anything real beneath the cold facade he so carefully constructs.

Again, he doesn’t answer. Typical Simon. Instead, he reaches out, roughened hands cupping your cheeks, his thumb gently rubbing your soft skin. There it was again, that flicker of affection, brief and fleeting, poured into your palms like a delicate offering, expecting you to cherish it, to hold onto the scraps he gives.

But much to his surprise, you pull away, your gaze hardening. For once, you let the sand slip through your fingers, choosing not to cling to something so unreliable, something that always fades just when you think you’ve grasped it.

Simon stares at you in utter shock, his gaze frozen as you move away, laying back down, refusing to face him. He watches in silence as you refuse to look at him anymore with those eyes—those eyes that always regarded him as your guiding sun, the one constant in a world full of uncertainty.

Now, your back is turned to him, the sheets pulled up to your shoulders, leaving him in the dark, unable to see your eyes, the eyes that once held all the softness, the trust, the devotion he’d never truly earned.

There was nothing else that needed or could be said. No oasis in this desert, no water to quench the sand he's suffocated you with. Simon rises, grabbing his jacket and keys from your dresser, his movements mechanical. He wants to look back, wants to see if you're watching him leave, wondering if you’ll be crying like all the times before. The sullen look in your eyes, the one that always made his heart strain, that soft ache whenever he walked away.

But this time, he doesn't look. Not this time. Because he knows there will be no hopeful eyes waiting for him, no quiet plea left in your gaze. Instead, he sees only the remnants of what he’s broken, the red thread that once held you together now frayed beyond repair. He’s a coward, unable to face what he’s done, unwilling to see the damage he’s caused.

[a-sportygoldfish]

MVP 🥇Wout 🥈

[motorsportverso]

Programação dias 2-5\05

Quinta-feira-02\05

10:00-ERC Rally-Ilhas Canarias-Qualyfing Stage-Youtube

16:35-ERC Rally-Ilhas Canarias-SS1

Sexta-feira-03/05

06:00-ERC Rally-Islas Canarias-SS2

07:33-ERC Rally-Islas Canarias-SS3

08:25-ERC Rally-Islas Canarias-SS4

13:20-F1-Miami-FP1-Bandplay\Bandsports

15:48-ERC Rally-Islas Canarias-SS5

16:43-ERC Rally-Islas Canarias-SS6

17:20-F1-Miami-Qualyfing-Bandsports\Bandplay

17:35-ERC Rally-Islas Canarias-SS7

Sabado-04\05

07:10-TCR Word Tour-Marrakech-Race 1\corrida 1-Youtube

11:35-ERC Rally-Ilhas Canarias-SS10-Sportv 4 Portugal

12:00-GTWC Europe-Brands Hatch-Qualyfing-Youtube

13:55-Toyota GR86 Cup NA-Sebring-Corrida 1\race 1-Youtube

13:55-GT America-Sebring-corrida \race 1-Youtube

15:00-F1 Academy-Miami-corrida 1\race 1-Bandpplay\Bandsports

16:00-GTWC America-Sebring-race 1\corrida 1

16:00-AMG Cup Brasil-Interlagos-Qualyfing

18:45-Road To 1000 Milhas-Interlagos-Youtube

18:45-Road To 1000 Milhas-Interlagos-Youtube(em Italiano)

19:00-ERC Rally-Ilhas Canarias-Resumo dia 1-Sportv4 Portugal

05\05-Domingo

06:10-ELMS-Le Castellet-Youtube

Brasileiros na pista

F1 Academy:Aurelia Nobels

Michelin Le Mans Cup:Custódio Toledo(Ferrari 296 GT3 #88), Ricardo Gracia(Ligier JS P320 #59)

ELMS:Daniel Serra(Ferrari 296 GT3 #57), Felipe Drugovich(Oreca #10), Nelson Piquet JR(Oreca #19), Daniel Scheneider(Oreca #21)