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little-boyyyy-blog · 4 hours ago
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i forgot!
alessia russo x reader
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when alessia meets the one just for her she makes sure she the right one before showing her off. even if there was really no doubt. well. besides your college. but you got her to forget about it for a while.
“are you a model?” you asked the blonde girl that you had been shameless watching move throughout the paris night club you were currently in. people were swarming the bars, leading to arms laying across a sticky counter with debit cards in hand and very close proximities.
a surpsied expression to your bold question came from the girl, her moving her ear away from your lips with a tint to her cheeks that wasn’t there before. you could swear.
“a footballer actually. are you?”
alessia was automatically attracted to you. her eyes genuinely scanned your body painfully slow as her eyes filled with a obsession
“basketballer actually. aren’t you competing?” alessia peaked up at the more familiar accent, she knew she had heard it before. leaning forward towards the american stranger, enjoying her memories of the united stated
“my nation didn’t qualify. but innit that funny, i went to school in america?”
“what a shame. i’d love to watch you play. shame it wasn’t at duke either, i would have seen you before that. i know that for sure.”
“and you lost me there. you were doing well too” you watched as disinterest comes across her face at the mention of your alma mater. not like it mattered to you, the footballer in front of you was all your mind was interested by.
“i never said i hated unc” you had to yell for her to hear, pulling her closer to you by her waist as another body tried to squeeze behind her.
“that’s because it’s the best in the country”
“in my country?”
“your country.” her smile came back, bringing a burn deeper in your stomach. the bartender swiftly dropped off both her drinks and yours. “vos cartes.” you don’t know what came over you; because it definitely wasn’t logic when your hand came on-top of alessia’s as she tried to start a tab. it was early in the night and you were still on a contact in the lowest paid league in america; but you had no problem treating the girl you were admiring for the night.
never had you thanked you agent more for sponsorships.
“mets toutes ses boissons avec les miennes ce soir. tout ce qu'elle obtient, je l'ai” the bartender nodded to your fluent french and turned away without hesitation; only taking your card.
“put all her drinks in with mine tonight. whatever she gets, i got”
“what did you just do? also i thought you were from america? you sound great. ”
“i gotta make my money somewhere, you went to america for experience no? just stay around for a while so i have something to look forward, remember to come say bye too.”
the sharpness to you, your undeniable looks, the free drinks.. how could she say no?
“i just might have to, and who do i come looking for?”
“you’ll find out if you come back. what’s you’re name?”
alessia’s eyes rolled at your secrecy, but bit her lip in enjoyment. she knew she’d be coming back, how couldn’t she. just look at you.
“alessia.”
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“less these were out front?” leah announced as she entered alessia flat; confusion being noticed on the kent natives face until her eyes caught onto the pink peonies that we beautifully arranged for her.
leah carried them in carefully; not glancing to hard at them before handing them off. “theyre beautiful”
she would have kept an eye out front for them if she knew they were coming, but she never knew when you’d send them.
her cheeks when flushed and the pink in those flowers were so similar that you had secretly dedicated those flowers to her.
“oh my god, i didn’t hear a ring. thank you le.”
“who gave you those?” a question that gone unanswered.
alessia hadn’t spoken a word about you to her teammate. you were too good to be true in her mind; she didn’t want to ruin that before anything could actually happen.
quickly plucking the card off the floral pick and walked causally into the kitchen. “oh my those are beautiful less, who sent them?”
“someone from the states.” she slipped the card away into her back pocket before the overbearingness of the arsenal women’s team started.
“ohhhh”
“a college fling?”
“how many times have they’ve sent them?”
less pressed her lips together to hide the ever small smile from crossing her face. “once or twice.”
“oh my god!”
“a man sent those??”
“ay dios mío..”
the room continued with the chatter of who they may believe it to be. but surprisingly the room had two silent watchers. ones that alessia noticed instantly.
alessia felt as lotte watched her throw away the same peonies, now a week old. she felt emily watching as she cleaned the vase and put it in a cabinet. a cabinet with definitely more than one or two similar vases. emily would count on at least 7 or 8.
but of course they already knew that the american would have to be someone new to alessia.
they were alessia’s bestfriends at her time at unc; and they knew she spent her time there as a stepping stone to make it where she is now. meaning she was focused, studious, and committed to soccer while there. she wasn’t at unc to date, she was there to become better.
but alessia wasn’t stupid. her eyes meet with lotte’s and emily’s, giving them the look to please keep quiet for now. and that’s what they did. because they didn’t care that much.
well they did. but they knew if they pushed they’d never know. and trust. they wanted to know so badly that they were willing to wait.
alessia didn’t know why people cared so much if it didn’t involve them; but what she did was learn was that people will always want to know too much.
the spotlight makes you learn that damn last.
and as the flowers became a second thought to the arrival to the skipper, that gave alessia an escape from the attention to do something she couldn’t wait to do.
excusing herself to the bathroom from her guests once the timing felt right. her heart beating as she already pulled out her phone from her back pocket to text you a ‘thank you’ for the flowers as she walked through her flat.
pressing her back against her own bathroom door as she locked it. pulling out the card that was placed in the flowers from her back pocket so fast it may have ripped a corner. rubbing her thumb over the similar words as those that have brought her ease for the past 7 weeks.
i bought these flowers the same night i bought your ticket. you’ll be here in a week and these should last you til then. ill spend my days waiting for you until then. xo
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you had finally made your way back with lunch for the two of you and less couldn’t hold back her excitement. she had jumped into your arms the second you had entered the apartment, giving you no time but to catch her. and that’s what you did. “finally”
holding her up against you with one arm as you held onto the food bag in your other, you walked the both of you into your apartment. letting the front door close and automatically lock as you walked you both into your kitchen. placing her and the food down on the counter before quickly placing a kiss to the british girls lips.
“hi hun” you whispered against them as she snuck her hand up your shirt, leaving a comforting and warm hand on your side. in a way to remind you she was real. a reminder you were grateful for as you looked at her longer. “hi baby”
“i got us our last american meal for a bit”
“enjoy your messy burger because you obviously can’t live without one for two weeks.”
“that’s why i got it obviously..” you rolled your eyes back at her, “you know you talk a lot of shit for someone who likes being in america”
“that’s because you’re here.” alessia had sent butterflies to your stomach ever since the moment you had met her at club. and over the months you had gotten to learn her; you had learn that her comments like those. meant something. not only to you; but her too.
“is that why you had me push back your return flight?”
“are we not going to mention how you bought yourself a ticket to come back with me” a teasing smile on her lips.
“no we’re not”
your phone rang on the counter taking you both out of your moment together; her eyes moving subconsciously to see who it was. and when she read another woman’s name she automatically sat up straight and let her hand quickly fall off of your waist.
alessia couldn’t help herself. as much as she’d love to say she hadn’t been looking for a red flag in you. she knew she had to be right about you being too good to be true in her mind.
“hey what’s up?..”
and honestly; for a good second. she couldn’t believe her eyes when you picked up your phone so nonchalantly infront of her, answering the call from the girl with not a second thought to you.
“..damn. no i can’t watch tuck this weekend; im going out of town with less..”
but of course she was being dramatic.
of course you had been telling everyone about alessia.
you had been treating her like your girlfriend since the moment she had arrived and alessia loved it. but never admitted it.
a small smile cracking out from your lips and a sly wink was all alessia needed for her cheeks to become that signature pink and her forehead to come planting on the center of your chest.
and as you ended the call and pulled her head away from your chest. there was that light smile still on your lips “jealous over a dog”
all alessia wants to do is kiss that smile off your face too. “it was the girl; and so what about it?”
“you’re all i want less”
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“no way. you’re not dating her less.” emily stood firm in alessia apartment. another wide smile coming across your face as you knew why. a laugh coming out after alessia looked at you crazy.
“what?” you stood in the center on alessia living room in a pair of her arsenal shorts and an college college hoodie.
“emily i’ve told her” you had met emily before due to emily’s time in the nwsl and you’re continuing friendship with her u-19 national teammate tess boade.
“told me what?”
“she’s a blue devil?”
“what?” lotte quickly pipped in as if you had killed someone.
“she went to duke? are you kidding less? how could you fall for the rival.”
“oh my god. i forgot.”
“are you actually doing this right now? baby i told you the night we met?”
“i forgot!” alessia exclaimed.
“what do you mean?! how could you forget?”
“she was buying our drinks and she was looking really nice, i guess it just flew right over my head that night!”
“god less you’re kidding.”
she wasn’t. and maybe the enemy wasn’t so bad after all.
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wosopty · 3 months ago
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The day has finally arrived.
My emotional stability depends on the results of these 2 gamesđŸ§đŸ»â€â™€ïž
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sccpmccabe · 4 months ago
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ik it's not thursday, but we need to do a throwback to the most beautiful and best calculated goal of the olympics
kerolin Ă© o nome dela!
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chelseajackarmy · 3 months ago
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kriegermeanswarrior11 · 6 months ago
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Make up and hair
I love her gazes at the end đŸ«ŁđŸ« 
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mapiiixingriddd · 2 months ago
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These 2đŸ©·đŸ˜đŸ„č
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femenidyke · 6 months ago
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there’s something in the air đŸ˜«
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talkingwoso · 4 months ago
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Alex Morgan is retiring from football. A legend on and off the pitch. She’s been able to change the game when changing the game wasn’t normal. I actually got into woso thanks to her. Thank you for everything, Alex! The best of the best đŸ€
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alotofpockets · 2 years ago
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World Cup Final | Daniëlle van de Donk
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Pairing: Daniëlle van de Donk x Reader
Summary: It's the last ten minutes of the world cup final against the United States, with an even score, what will happen when the team is exhausted but still needs to score a goal to win?
Warnings: injury and blood. A/n: repost from my old account @woso-x-reader
masterlist | woso masterlist | words: 809
You were eighty minutes into the most important game of your life, the world cup finale against the United States. The score had been 3-3 for the past 15 minutes, your American opponents scoring the goal that erased your lead on them. It was an intense game, you were all giving it your everything. All five substitutions had been used, in order to get some fresh legs on the field. 
Aniek passes the ball over to you on the midfield, as you turn with the ball you’re immediately blocked by Lindsay Horan and Ashley Sanches. The latter of which shoves you to the ground. Since it was all happening so quickly, Horan’s cleat meets your arm as she tries to kick the ball back to their side of the field. You grab your arm out of pain, when you look down you see there is blood running down your arm. Your girlfriend DaniĂ«lle comes running your way as Lindsay helps you sit up. 
You see the rage on DaniĂ«lle's face as she approaches you and Lindsay, and are quick to grab her arm, “Not worth it.” She holds back and sits down by your side. Lindsay says another quick sorry before running off to join her team. The referee had called over the medical team in the meantime. They take a look at the cut, spray it with some disinfectant, and put pressure on it with a piece of gauze.
“I’m fine, I need to finish the game.” The medics look at each other. “Oh, come on, please, I promise you can do whatever you need to do in ten minutes when the game is over.” Since you seem to be fine besides the bleeding from the cut, they agree to let you finish the game. They put a bandage around your arm, before they let you go. DaniĂ«lle helps you up, and runs back to her place on the field. Spitse takes the free kick you earned and kicks the ball forward. Sadly the ball was overtaken by the opponents.
The sweat mixing with the blood is making it look even worse as you bleed through the bandage, and it starts running down your arm. Right now, you don’t care about that, all you care about is the game. Only three minutes left before the time is up. You have to score now, or the game will go into penalties, which you weren’t hoping for. 
Beerensteyn has the ball in the far right corner of the field, ready to give an assist to someone in the box, but her ball deflects off of Alex Morgan, earning your team a corner kick. As the last minutes are ticking down, almost your whole team is in or around the box, while Sherida gets ready to take the shot. She raises her hand, signaling that she’s ready to kick the ball. You follow the ball with your eyes as it comes your way. You jump up and head the ball in the direction of the goal. Time seems to slow down as you watch the ball inch closer to the goal. 
The crowd erupts in cheer as the ball crosses the line. Your teammates are running towards you from all sides hugging you and patting you on the back. You were in the lead, with only one minute to go! “You did it, baby!” DaniĂ«lle says to you when it’s her turn to hug you. 
The game continues as the referee has not yet blown the whistle. The goalkeeper kicks the ball away and as it lands on the field, you hear the whistle. You fall to your knees, happy tears streaming down your face. You scored the winning goal in the world cup final. All the hard work the team poured into this had paid off, you won! Daniëlle is quickly by your side once again, this time only hugging you in joy. 
The team celebrates together on the field, while also shaking hands with the American players, and telling them that it was a good game. You take a quick break from celebrating and walk up to the medics, like you promised. They clean out the cut properly and give you a fresh bandage.  
You run up to your teammates once you’re done. Grabbing DaniĂ«lle and kissing her. You put your foreheads together, taking in the moment, when a Dutch flag gets thrown at you by one of your teammates. You unfold it and wrap it around the both of you. Hand in hand, you walk towards the section your families are sitting in together, to celebrate it with them as well.
The celebration goes on for a long time, and it will be a day you will remember for the rest of your life. Happy to be able to share it with your girlfriend and your amazing teammates. 
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little-boyyyy-blog · 6 months ago
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camera shy
alessia russo x reader
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in which alessia invited you to do an episode on her podcast, only for it to become a fan favorite for a very specific reason.
“and who do we have joining us today el?”
“why are you asking me? you’re the one who set up this episode” ella sat up closer to her mic, a small giggle coming from your lips as you saw how irritated ella was. she had begged you countless amounts of times to come on her and alessia show. only for you now to show.
you had only been willing to give into the podcast request after a certain someone had called you and nearly begged at your hand and foot for you to come and join for an episode.
don’t get you wrong. you loved ella, you wouldn’t have even met alessia if it wasn’t for ella. but you have been notoriously camera shy for your whole life. english camp or post interviews, you were a hassle to find and even worse to talk to.
you weren’t secretive to say. just cautious of what you allowed not only your friends and family to know; but also the fans.
though, ever since meeting alessia that secrecy had started to slip.
it started early, after sitting on the bench for england for nearing two years. you had gotten your first start on the women’s national team in injury time around 2 years ago. leading you to getting to know a few of the girls even better after the match, tooney being one.
you have spent much of your time playing and starting for the u21 team but once you have passed that age, you hadn’t realized how hard it would be to break into not only the bench but the starting midfield positions on the first team. tooney never really had a reason to talk to you, but she had made an effort that night.
started with congratulating you after the match at the nightclub that esme forced you into to going. then ella found you at breakfast a few times, bringing her big personality and her loud tyldesley accent to your table. you had thought it was slightly weird. knowing you were a rotational picked player for camp, one who hadn’t seen game time since that injury time start. so her trying to make friends with you made you almost suspicious.
you had fallen okay with not always being picked; many people told you that playing for your nation meant more than for a club. and to some extent you would absolutely agree.
but at the time you were being known for bringing liverpool to the top of the championship table. and everyone was talking about you in the aspect for what you were doing for your club. you were happy with that, national team starts would come later.
and later did come. slightly earlier than expected; but once it did, you not only found your team back in the super league but your name on your nations call up list. life had started getting better. and maybe a certain blonde by your side helped.
alessia only started coming around once she realized her best friend was running off every once in a while at national camp, getting frustrated when ella would come back an hour later only to say she was with you.
alessia had admitted she was jealous of you at some point. feeling as if you were almost taking her bestfriend away from her. but she quickly learned that she was able to share ella with you. and even became more jealous of ella at one point for getting to know you better than she did.
it was also hard for many people to overlook the manchester/liverpool rivalry but the three of you seemed to manage it perfectly. you and alessia more than anyone.
you were playing in the championship league anyways so why would you have cared? you found alessia not only attractive but one of the most interesting and intelligent people you have ever met.
the way her brain picked at things was one of the biggest attractions you had towards the stargirl. mind you, you hadn’t vocalized your attraction to the blonde for almost a year due to your fear of rejection and your lack of knowledge of the girl’s sexuality. you had known that ella was straight and with her boyfriend; leading you to believe alessia only could be the same.
you now know that was a terrible assumption but who were you know? and once alessia’s made her move to arsenal. one on one time with alessia just happened to come along with that. which made your relationship come on sooner than later. only due to the blonde making a move. stating that it was insufferable waiting for you to do it.
“so today we’ve graciously joined by our friend and lionesses teammate y/n l/n!” ella and alessia cheered as if you weren’t already in the yellow room sat on the grey couch next to alessia, forcing ella to sit in what was normally vick’s chair.
“good morning.”
“you know if you’re going to be on a podcast you have to be interested y/n?”
“what else was i supposed to say??” alessia’s hand came to rest on top of yours. a small gesture of gratitude for you being there that made everything easy again. “anywho! we are graciously joined by our nations left back and my arch nemesis.”
“isn’t that niamh?”
“you too! god you’re making this difficult.”
“hun go easy on her” a sigh coming from your mouth as the smile that once crack your face at the teasing had to go away. “fine, it’s nice to see you ella. for the third time this week”
chuckles coming from alessia as she tried to hide how funny she found you. “this was a terrible idea.”
“we need to get on, there’s no way they’ll air this.”
“alright. so from helping your team be promoted from the championships to the wsl, now to changing your position from midfield to the outside backs for the england national team. what do you think was the biggest challenge you’ve overcame this year?” ella quickly changed the subject, wanting as much airtime as she could possibly get.
but fuck ella. she just loved to jump straight into things. you’re cheeks flushed a bright red as you couldn’t help but be flustered. being put on the spot was never your thing. “oh.”
“now you’ve scared her!” alessia shifted closer to you and you held onto her hand tighter.
“i didn’t mean to?”
“no no. um. i’d have to say definitely coming into this season newly promoted. i had a lot of stress and expectations riding on me. i know we had an amazing season, finishing fourth. just behind you..” you poked at alessia. an eyeroll and a scoff from ella made you smile at the pair.
“but it’s hard coming from the championship to now the wsl. the players are more competitive, the games are faster and mean more. helped me even get to playing consistently for the national team.”
both of the girls beamed their bright smiles at you; ella and alessia have always been your biggest fans it seemed. they credited most of the work that liverpool did to make it out of the championships and now within the top 5 of the wsl to you.
it faltered you; making your cheeks burn and you look down everytime. the compliments were sweet. you knew you had done a lot for liverpool but it never got old. and you did do it by yourself. “that’s all the girls. we’ve worked hard and had goals on staying in the league.”
“how is the league treating you?” ella asked, getting a sign from one of the people behind the camera to keep it going. “it’s definitely a more aggressive game. ask alessia”
“i didn’t mean to?!”
“taking out your girlfriends ankles isn’t normal hun.” a smile breaking across your lips as you teased your girlfriend. you had always loved the way her ears flushed a little red when she get embarrassed.
“i didn’t mean it y/n” she groaned out. trying her puppy dog eyes on you.
you wouldn’t fall victim again, grabbing her chin and moving her face from looking at you. “clipped my ankle in midfield even, you knew you wouldn’t win the ball.”
“you’re almost 6’. nobody believes that i tried to clip you baby.”
“alessia told me she planned it out.”
“ella!”
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“baby?” alessia asked, her head resting in your chest as she looked up at you.
a small smile breaking across your face at her pet name, it didn’t matter what followed it, you loved being called it by her. “yes my love?”
“thank you for doing my show today, i know you don’t like being on camera but you coming out today and being there for ella and i meant the world to me.”
your hand stopped as you rubbed her back, the sweet words coming from your girl made your heart almost stop. you would have done anything for alessia. you still will.
“i’d have a camera following me everyday; everywhere if it meant i could spend those days with you.”
alessia pulled herself up off of your torso , hovering over your body as she smiled down you.
pushing your body up on your elbows; alessia took your lips into hers. feeling alessia on your lips would never get old. and never will. you promised that to her and yourself. you’d never get tired of alessia.
your hands trailed up her shirt, hands spreading across her sides as you felt goosebumps grow under your hands. she always reacted that way. and you’ll never take it for granted.
she pulled back only a little, a massive grin plastered against her lips. ones that were soon to pressed back against yours.
“i did mean to clip your ankles that game.”
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wosopty · 3 months ago
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100% accurate description of me after today's games đŸ’”đŸ«‚
I have faith in them.
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ohwowthats-awesome · 1 month ago
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Yazmeen to Lynn those are my BATTIESSSSS🩇🩇
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kriegermeanswarrior11 · 6 months ago
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Cheers đŸ„‚
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soffecoeur · 6 months ago
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The sound that came out of me when Vanessa Gilles scored in the last minutes of the game.
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sccpmccabe · 11 months ago
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Happy Birthday, Marta!
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Today, February 19, 2024, the Queen of Football turns 38 years old.
Marta Vieira da Silva started her career at the age of thirteen in 1999 at a time with very few references in women's football and, currently, has become the biggest name in the sport. It was only between 2004 and 2009 that the world finally woke up and "discovered" the talent of that player who defended the colors of UmeÄ IK and since then she has never been forgotten.
She is the holder of two silver medals at the Olympics (2004, Athens & 2008, Beijing), two gold medals at the Pan American Games and was runner-up at the 2007 World Cup with the Brazilian team. Furthermore, she was considered the best player in the world six times – five of them consecutively, breaking a record between men and women for this –. Marta is also the Brazilian team's top scorer – once again, among men and women – with 116 goals scored.
However, it is still difficult to measure Marta and her achievements in a simple text like this. She was and still is a great inspiration for many women around the world and will always be the biggest name in women's football. I lack words to express the admiration I have for her and the honor I feel in wearing the colors of my country and having a representative like her.
I was born and raised after the golden age of Brazilian football, but I am still fully capable of understanding the magnitude of her achievements and that of all football. Being young and/or from another country is no excuse for the lack of recognition of this incredible woman.
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femenidyke · 6 months ago
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i want them both idc
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