#World cup 1990

[iidakosuke]

Forever Shining  永遠に輝く

[f4t1m4st4r2008]

my ships opinion

[ministerforpeas]

The Football Cliche Song!

[backscale-pivot-queen]

Johanna Bonow, Sweden 🇸🇪

Bochum World Cup 1999

[acquired-stardust]

FIFA - Road to World Cup 98' Playstation 1997

[maradonaarchive]

DIEGO ARMADO MARADONA DNI 14.276.579

[blixspaggeria]

I FORGET ITS CIAO AND FULECO BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CIAO (also Fuleco)

Sorry guys i only draw Ciao cause i don't had any time

[ijungberg]

(L-R) Bixente Lizarazu, Zinedine Zidane, and Marcel Desailly of France with the World Cup trophy, which they had won after beating Brazil 3-0. Zidane scored a brace, and Emmanuel Petit scored France’s other goal. It was France’s first World Cup triumph. (1998.)

[dweemeister]

November 14, 2023

By Adam Elder

(BBC Sport) — On a Saturday evening in February 1990, many of the United States' finest footballers stepped on to A&M Studios' historic soundstage in Los Angeles.

A month before John Barnes would implore his England team-mates to "hold and give, but do it at the right time" in a studio in Berkshire, the United States team recorded their own rap - one they hoped would make the sport famous at home.

In a moment, some of Hollywood's biggest celebrities would walk through the door to join them.

The plan was to record a novelty music video for a star-studded jock jam called Victory. The track celebrated the United States' first trip to the World Cup in 40 years, long before any of these players were born.

Never mind fame, though. In 1990, making football a little less hated in the United States would have counted as a runaway success.

Americans mostly considered football a fringe concern - if they even considered it at all. Baseball, American football and basketball were the "real" American sports.

For most of the 20th century, football in the States was for "the others", to put it politely: expats, cab drivers, dishwashers, exchange students, leftists, intellectuals, Euro snobs and the like.

Still the US Soccer Federation was constantly thinking about how to grow the game.

Werner Fricker, the federation's stern but visionary president, had cannily realised Fifa's desire to wring American dollars out of the world's most popular sport. By 1988, he had guided the United States to victory over Brazil and Morocco to win the right to stage the 1994 World Cup.

But Fricker knew a World Cup in the States faced scepticism. He wanted to prove the hosts had a team good enough to qualify on merit.

He put up his own money to fund a push to qualify for the 1990 event. If the United States succeeded it would be the first time they had made the World Cup since Brazil 1950, where they earned their place via a second-place finish in a three-team pool.

"Werner refused to accept that qualification wasn't doable," said Kevin Payne, former director of marketing and national administrator for the Federation. "He knew what needed to be done, and that past attempts were amateurish."

Fricker made Bob Gansler the team's first full-time coach. A tough yet erudite German-Hungarian immigrant, Gansler's knowledge of American youth football ran deep.

The team picked by Gansler, many fresh out of college, had been raised during the North American Soccer League's Pele-led glory days and were a clean slate from past failures to reach the World Cup.

They had chips on their shoulders for all sorts of other reasons though.

Many of them were second-generation immigrants, their parents and family lives different from an 'apple pie' American ideal. They loved a sport that many around them reviled and yet there was no nationwide outdoor league for them to play in.

[thebibliosphere]

ADHD will really have you googling things like “history of coffee in Russia” because you’re aware that “Russian coffee” or Raf coffee became a popular thing in the 1990s—

—which you only know because your Russian immigrant neighbor growing up in the UK would make it for you if you wriggled through the hole in the hedge, and your mother who used to put caffeinated “baby tea” in your sippy cup (because that’s what her mother did because she started having babies during World War Two when milk was heavily rationed and the water wasn’t safe to drink because of repeat typhoid outbreaks, so she’d give them all weak tea to drink, and your mother did it because that’s what her mother did so you were both essentially suckling from the teat of caffeine before you even had all your first baby teeth, which with hindsight might explain why your mother thinks ADHD isn’t real despite you being a carbon copy of her, what was I saying? Oh yeah, the Raf coffee) and your mother’s only objection to the Raf Coffee wasn’t the caffeine content but the sugar—

—but you’re not sure if Russian coffee has always been served sweet like that or if it’s something your blorbos from your show would encounter if they just so happened to be in Russia in the early 1980’s and ordered a coffee and you wind up down a rabbit hole of research to ultimately type, “he order tea” instead.

[dream-world-universe]

Cyr Wheel Artist, MSC World Europa: MSC World Europa is a World-class cruise ship of MSC Cruises. LNG-powered, she was built by the Chantiers de l'Atlantique shipyard in Saint-Nazaire, France. MSC World Europa began public operations from 20 December 2022 in a 9-day roundtrip from Qatar after serving as a hotel ship in Doha during the 2022 FIFA World Cup.. Cyr Wheel was created by Daniel Cyr in the early 1990s.. in Paris, in 2003, in the ring at the Festival Mondial du Cirque de Demain, where the Cyr wheel rapidly gained fame and visibility... The Cyr wheel is an acrobatic apparatus that consists of a single large ring made of aluminum or steel with a diameter approximately 10 to 15 cm taller than the performer. Wikipedia

[f4t1m4st4r2008]

ciao

[papathe5th]

The weather is currently nasty where I live. Imagine spending a rainy morning staying in & getting intimate with Papa V.

Well, what do you know? My Sunday morning was rainy and I did spent it writing about getting nasty with V.

I do have to warn you that it isn’t straight-up smut and I did add a bit of angst by inserting some of my own head canons about V as a youngster.

Thank you for sending me this prompt and I hope you enjoy reading it!

Pairing: Papa V Perpetua x GN!Reader

Words: 1400

Rating: 18+

It was ten in the morning when Papa V Perpetua woke up, but it might as well have been ten in the evening. The world beyond his window was gray, gloomy and wet with no sun or other star in sight.

He rolled over on his back and stretched out his arm on the other half of the bed. Your half of the bed. And he was disappointed not to find you or your lingering warmth there.

His new house didn’t feel like a home until he got the smell of your on his brand new sheets. The log cabin doubled as a recording studio which the Clergy had prepared for the Ghost frontman to live in between tour dates. He doesn’t stop being a rockstar when he's off-stage, but he can focus solely on you while on break.

Speaking of, where were you on this stormy Sunday morning?

Slipping on his royal purple silk robe, he stepped out of the bedroom with sleep still stuck in his eyes. Sleep and black eyeliner.

He arrived late last night and couldn’t wait to get his silver claws into your soft thighs. He didn’t even bother getting all the face make-up off in the shower you took together.

He found you by following the smell of freshly grinded coffee beans. You were in the kitchen preparing breakfast for two. The domestic scene stopped him in his tracks.

He’d never witnessed it as a child, and, as a younger man, he never allowed himself to linger with a lover for long enough to share with them a moment like this.

Things were different with you. You’ve both felt the pull to the darkness and let yourselves be consumed by it. The Ministry shed light on what your souls have known all along. And you found faith in each other.

“Good morning, Papa,” you smiled wide, your eyes as bright as the sun that is currently behind a curtain of storm clouds. “Two spoons of sugar, right?”

Papa took his coffee black with a sprinkling of something sweet. Honey would do just as well, but he felt like having a taste of you this morning.

He followed you as you set the cups on the coffee table next to the breakfast that was still steaming. You could’ve chosen to sit on the leather couch next to him, but you settled on the fur rug.

With your back to the fireplace, you had a glow about you that was not unlike a halo from where he was sitting.

“Thank you,” he finally spoke, his worn throat in dire need of that coffee you lovingly prepared for him.

“I also prepared some honeyed tea,” you smiled.

“Tea?”

“For your voice,” you swallowed a bite before answering. “For the new demos the Clergy sent in yesterday,” you reminded him of his daily schedule, as it was your duty.

“Copia is trying to get me to ruin my voice,” he grumbled, his throat feeling like gravel. “It’s my first day off in months and he wants to put me back in the recording booth? Today?”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. It looked to him as if you were biting your tongue.

“He wants to put me in the recording booth today, doesn’t he?”

You nod, looking into your own coffee cup as he gulps down his own.

“That’s a shame,” he sighs dramatically, loud enough to overpower the record player. “I’m not stepping anywhere near a microphone today.”

It’s the first record he ever owned. He played it in the store he worked at in the 1990’s when they were already going out of style.

“How did you turn it on? Did you even know what a record player looked like before I showed you?”

He was teasing you, as he always does, about the age difference between the two of you.

“I wasn’t born yesterday,” you answered him, rolling your eyes. “And you are not that old.” You teased him back, the smile never leaving your face, but your eyes remained out of his sight. “You kept me up last night.”

You went back to innocently sipping your coffee, while he felt his boil in his veins. The music you made together the other night couldn’t compare to whatever his brother sent over. He had tortured you with his teeth and healed you with his tongue, playing you like a fiddle. Now the thought that his bite marks might’ve turned purple on your thighs wouldn’t leave his mind.

“Show me,” he said faintly like he was surrendering his last breath. “Show me how I kept you up last night.”

He leaned in, forearms on his knees, watching your smile turn wicked as you let the black bathrobe slip off your shoulders. Leaning back on your elbows, you spread your legs before him. And he would’ve dove between them if it weren’t for the coffee table standing in his way.

Rising from the couch, his cock rose with him, picking a purple silk tent. When he made it between your thighs, he was still standing, scrutinising the teeth marks and claw scars along your legs.

“I’m still sore,” you confess, your teeth clenching as you raise your foot to drag up his leg, catching the robe and exposing his thigh. “This is what an old man did to me, Papa. Imagine what a young man could’ve done.”

A young man wouldn’t know what to do with a radiant being like you. And Papa would never admit that he would’ve called Mr. Psalterian to take you back to the Ministry if he were still the scared, stupid young man he was when he played Stairway to Heaven backwards trying to find an answer to the darkness inside him.

What he said instead was what he feared his younger self would’ve said. “He would’ve ruined you.”

Seeing your eyes widen and your mouth fall slack was the invitation he had been waiting for.

Grabbing your ankle, he kneels between your legs and places the foot on his shoulder. If he were still young, he would enter you dry, but he knows better now. Wetting his index and middle finger, he teases your entrance with his warm spit. His mouth was watering for you, so there’s plenty where that came from.

“Papa,” you pleaded, pushing against his fingers. You were ready to make more music with him.

“He wouldn’t hold back,” he breathed through his nose, teeth clenched as the head of his cock stretched you. Then, he slammed inside, flesh slapping against flesh.

You made a pained noise that you tried to muffle with your hand.

“No,” he snatched your hand away, pinning it next to your head as he hovered over your body. Your leg was up to your chest, still suspended on his shoulder. “Don’t you hold back either.”

When he started moving, pulling himself out and pushing himself back in, you allowed your whines to flow freely.

“I want it all. I want your screams, your praises, your curses,” he was panting, pistoning into you, losing himself inside. “I want it to hurt. I want to hurt you,” he hears his own raspy voice, but can’t understand the words they’re roaring. That young man was still inside him and he was hurt you weren’t in the world when he needed you.

“It hurts so good,” you scream for him, gifting him your every breath as he knocks it out of your lungs with each snap of his hips. “Papa, you hurt so good.”

He steals your air anyway, holding your throat with the tenderness only the man he was today could. And he kisses your breath away as he slams into you for the final time.

The silk was stuck to the sweat running down his spine as he climbed off of you, laying on his back onto the fur rug. His eyes closed as he listened to the delicious sounds you made as you tried to move. The ache must’ve been just as tasty to you.

When he opened his eyes for the second time that morning, you were laid next to him. He stretches his arm and wraps it around you, pulling you against his sticky chest. As your heart finally settles, he raises to his elbows to look into your sleepy eyes as the turntable plays the last notes of Led Zeppelin IV.

“Fuck Copia and his demos,” he cleared his voice. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

[samantha80ssuperstar]

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[ennas-aesthetic]

What the fuck is Jesus up to in Good Omens season 3?

This is a question I've been thinking long and hard these past couple of days and I have some THOUGHTS SO. Buckle up.

Aziraphale and Crowley watching the Crucifixion (Good Omens, 2019)

First off. The answer to the question posited is relatively simple. What is Jesus up to in GO3? With s2's ending in mind and with the hints we've gotten for 668: Neighbor of the Beast over the years, we know he's descending to Earth to initiate the Second Coming. And that Aziraphale would probably make that happen - or do everything that he can as Supreme Archangel to sabotage it.

But I wanted to examine on how Jesus might fit into Good Omens' overall narratives and established themes - about morality and humanism and free will, and. I'm just saying, there are A LOT of fascinating routes they could do for his character.

(Disclaimer as usual: this is a theory that I obsessed over when I was stuck at the cemetery during All Souls' Day and must be treated as such. In no way am I insisting this should be how canon events must happen. I am just doing this for the funsies.)

The THING about Jesus if you situate him in the world of Good Omens (with the assumption that most of the pop culture Christology mythos associated with him remain intact) is that in this context he very quickly becomes: 1. Adam Young's narrative foil; and 2. an Aziraphale parallel.

Now, the first one is obvious. Of COURSE he is Adam Young's foil, duh. Adam isn't called the ANTICHRIST for nothing. Brought into the world just for the sole purpose of ending it. However, when the time comes for him to fulfill the Will of his Satanic Father, Adam flat out REFUSES.

Both the book and the show attribute this to Adam's human upbringing. He was raised as a human, and because of that he has the trait that the book uses to DEFINE human beings: free will. At the end, Adam had the AGENCY to reject the destiny planned out for him.

'Adam stood smiling at the two of them, a small figure perfectly poised exactly between Heaven and Hell.

Crowley grabbed Aziraphale's arm. "You know what happened?" he hissed excitedly. "He was left alone! He grew up human! He's not Evil Incarnate or Good Incarnate, he's just… a human incarnate—"'

- (Good Omens, 1990)

That is NOT what happened to Jesus.

Adam Bond as Jesus in Good Omens (2019)

Like Adam, he was raised as a human -- being a human incarnate was his WHOLE DEAL in Christology. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us... yada yada yada.

UNLIKE, Adam, though, Jesus wasn't able to REJECT his Destiny of Dying Really Horribly and Painfully on the Cross. Narratives in the Bible also made it clear that the Crucifixion was NOT his Will, but that of God's. Like... him begging to be spared from torment but ultimately following God's Will is such an important event entire devotional practices are made out of it.

"39 And he went a little farther, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt."

- (Matthew 26: 39, KJV)

We get a glimpse of that in s1ep3 of Good Omens, too:

"JESUS

(muttering through the pain)

Father, please . . . you have to forgive them . . . they don’t know what they are doing . . .

Crowley, in black, comes up next to Aziraphale.

CROWLEY

You’ve come to smirk at the poor bugger, have you?

AZIRAPHALE

Smirk? Me?

CROWLEY

Well, your lot put him on there.

AZIRAPHALE

I am not consulted on policy decisions, Crawley."

- (The Quite Nice and Fairly Accurate Good Omens Script Book, 2018)

SO. Here we have the character of the Christ whose free will and agency had been STRIPPED from him in the guise of a "noble sacrifice." He comes back again on this Earth to fulfill another "inescapable destiny."

Aziraphale and Crowley need to stop him. The solution the Good Omens narrative offers to "inescapable destinies and systems" (both in s1 and s2) is for the character to realize they have the freedom to choose their own fates. It happened with Adam, and it happened with Gabriel, and perhaps it will happen to Jesus.

(At this point my sister frowned and said: "Are you telling me you think Aziraphale and Crowley are going to help Jesus realize he has agency and that him Dying on the Cross for the 'Great Plan' was kinda fucked up actually?" which sounds crazy when you put it like that BUT NEVER SAY NEVER BABIE.)

Because that brings me to my second point: if this all happens, Jesus becomes an AZIRAPHALE parallel.

In the same way Anathema is an Aziraphale parallel and Sergeant Shadwell is an Aziraphale parallel. Here is a character stuck in a suffocating status quo. To save the world, he needs to know he can escape that status quo and decide for himself. In the same way Anathema has to learn how to stop being a descendant or Shadwell to stop being a Witchfinder, or Gabriel to stop being an Archangel, and Adam to stop being an Antichrist, perhaps Jesus has to learn he can stop being... Well, the Christ, as well.

And this, of course, supplements Aziraphale's journey of letting go of the idea of being an idealized vessel of God, so he could finally enjoy the freedom of personhood and choice on Earth, with Crowley.

Or they could turn Jesus into a cackling villain who Aziraphale and Crowley need to kill in season 3, and I'd probably eat that up, too.

[russellsppttemplates]

Loooved your latest Franco piece! Buy now I can only think about y/n being Brazilian...u know Brazil and Argentina are hermanos up until football, right? It's an crazy old "beef". Imagine Franco and y/n bickering about football like Pierre and Kika, and George and Carmen...but with a ton of history to back them up. I'm sure it would be chaos🤣

“Franco, you know Flamengo is going to crush Boca Juniors in the next Copa Libertadores, right?”, Y/N teased, lounging comfortably on the couch, wearing a vibrant green and yellow Brazil jersey, "but don't worry, amor, I'll comfort you after".

Franco rolled his eyes, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, "you dream, Y/N - Boca is unstoppable. The Bombonera will be a fortress!”.

Your banter was a ritual as much as the sport itself. It all started when you had to cover for one of your colleagues in the factory right on the day of the game, so your negotiation was simple - you'd cover if they let you watch the game on your break.

What you didn't know is that there was also another person who not only shared your passion for racing but also for football, finding Franco focused on the screen as the game was about to start. What began as a quick exchange of words evolved to a never-ending match of words, neither willing to concede defeat as the rest of the team gathered to watch two football fans argue, too lost between their engineer and their driver to even witness the monumental match happening.

“Remember 2004?”, you fired back, referencing that unforgettable Copa America final, "Adriano, last minute goal? Ring any bells?”.

Franco groaned dramatically, "you had to bring that up, didn’t you?", he retorted, pointing fingers, "but don't forget 1990, when Caniggia silenced the Maracanã! Not a peep after that one!".

The atmosphere in the apartment was fully charged, the air crackling with playful hostility, but beneath it lay an undeniable camaraderie for the sport.

You cherished these verbal sparring matches because they bridged the cultural divide, transforming rivalry into steadfast friendship that had grown into the beautiful relationship you have now.

“Okay, but what about our World Cup titles? Five. A full hand of them! Count them!”, you grinned widely, your eyes twinkling with challenge.

Franco feigned a sigh of defeat before responding with a grin of his own, "maybe so, but we have Maradona. That's worth more than five titles!”, he said, wiggling his fingers.

As the day unfolded, your spirited competition continued, seasoned with laughter and mock-serious arguments. The television flickered with highlights and historic moments, each pause generating another round of passionate debate between you.

Dinner was a mixture of cuisines as well, with Franco insisting on empanadas while you insisted on adding feijoada to the menu.

As you settled down to watch a replay of an old Argentina vs. Brazil match, the laughter softened into something more profound. Your rivalry, no matter how vehemently expressed, was just a surface layer over your deep bond.

In the world of racing, you both pushed towards the same goal. In football, you were rivals, igniting each other’s passions.

“Franco", you mused as the game played on, “I think we might argue forever about who's better...”.

He leaned back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, "Maybe. But that's what makes it fun, right? Besides, I think when our kids come around we might be able to make you switch", he spoke unabashedly as he saw you gulp, "or at the very least, there will be more of us to argue!".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)