#bayern munich vs barcelona

[amorfodaa]

my club is the best club itw, we’re winning el clásico and everything else, we have the best forwards itw, our midfield depth is exceptional, visca el barca y visca catalunya ✌️

[laminesyamal]

that cross from olmo was ORGASMIC

[peligrosapopagain]

I’m at work, heard part of the first half left it at 1-1. Came back for my lunch break and it’s 4-1. I’m almost crying. This is my club. Thank you Xavi for building this and Hansi Flick for refining it. Visca el Barça, carajo. 💙❤️

[theitaliansalad]

watching Harder murder Arsenal and now tuning in for the Barça game. another beautiful day. poetry.

[pretty-inred]

GOOOOOOOOLLLLLL BY LEWANDOWSKI!!!!

LETSSS GOOOOOOO

[purasadosan]

Football Saga: Key Matches & Transfers - Barca, Man United, Bayern, Liverpool.

Barcelona vs Manchester United Introduction: Football saga, celebrated as a beautiful game, possesses a unique power to captivate and unite fans globally. In recent times, the footballing realm has been abuzz with blockbuster matches and high-profile transfers, with clubs such as Barcelona, Manchester United, and Bayern Munich at the forefront. This article meticulously unravels the thrilling…

[alexi-01]

FC Barcelona VS Bayern Munich

Champions league

23/10/24

[canirove]

FC Barcelona Vs Bayern Munich | UEFA Champions League | post-match interview | 23.10.2024

[dayluxe]

Silly Jealousy - Lamine Yamal

pairing: Lamine Yamal x fem!reader

summary: Lamine feels very jealous of a player after seeing how you talk to him, and when he tells you who he is, you can't contain your laughter.

warnings: use of the translator, jealousy, a bit of insecurity, and a suggestive joke at the end.

a/n: i really like to see Lamine and Musiala together, so why not make something of the two of them💖

From the beginning of the relationship, Lamine had been very clear about your great fanaticism for your favorite team, Bayern Munich. Your fanaticism extended throughout the team, but it was more focused on one player in particular, the great Jamal Musiala.

By the time you started dating as a couple, you had told him a few things about him, and Lamine could feel your excitement welling up in your body every time you talked about his plays, his movements on the court, and how he managed to dodge everyone so easily, he thought it was nice; he felt he could have someone to talk to a little football with besides his teammates, of course.

The problems began when the new champions league season was announced. With this new format, it was a little more difficult for you to watch the games of a favorite team you had (besides Bayern). but when all the clashes came to light, you couldn't feel more excited when you read 'Bayern Munich vs Fc Barcelona' on Bayern's Instagram. When Lamine came home from training that day you practically bombarded him with multiple questions, to which he only said 'I don't know honey' 'we'll see that day' or the old reliable 'I agree with you, love'.

Your emotions for the match were running high until the day these two teams were going to face each other. That day you were planning everything for the time of the game; your chosen clothes the night before were spread out on the bed, and you were taking the longest shower of your life so far. Your hair, clothes, and makeup should look perfect, although at the game you would probably look like a crazy crazy person after screaming and cheering for your boyfriend, or your favorite team.

the night before you entered into a debate, since you did not know what to use; you had different scarves and sweaters from the two teams in question on your bed. If you wore your boyfriend's jersey, you felt like a traitor who switches sides, but if you wore your team's jersey, you'd feel like a bad girlfriend for not supporting your boyfriend on the day of his game.

In the end, you decided to wear your team's jersey, and wear a big scarf with your boyfriend's name and face on it, so as not to look like a traitor on both sides.

when they arrived at the stadium with Lamine's family, they looked for their seats to get comfortable, their relationship was public, so when they saw the girlfriend of the young Barcelona star wearing a shirt of the rival team, they stared at you a little more than usual. You didn't take it too seriously, and you settled down to wait for the game to start.

During the first minutes of the match there were several scoring chances; A goal disallowed by Bayern, and their typical chances near the area, but nothing direct.

as the minutes went by, your hope of seeing goals from your team vanished, and it was replaced by the 4 goals of Lamine's team. Your excitement dissipated a bit the moment the match was over, your emotions went down a bit, but seeing the different Bayern players on the pitch, you couldn't help but call your boyfriend to do you a favor.

"Lamine, love, this way!" you called out to him from the stands while raising your hands to get his attention.

What you didn't know is that you had managed to capture his attention since he saw you sit in the stands with his family; that damn t-shirt with the name 'Jamal Musiala' on your back. He thought you'd wear his typical jersey with the big number 19, but no, there you were; wearing the damn jersey of another team and another player.

Lamine's jealousy kicked in instantly, and despite being focused on the game, he couldn't stop looking at you in the stands, as smiling and nervous as ever, but when his gaze travels to the shirt you're wearing, his mind is only filled with jealousy.

Despite all these thoughts running through his head, he forces a smile and walks towards you "you were amazing love!" you said with a big smile that overflowed with pride for him, although in your eyes you could see a little sadness for your team's defeat "thank you babe, although i see that you were supporting someone else" he says referring to your shirt. You laugh, waiting for him to laugh with you, but he just looks at you with those eyes and cocks a smile.

ok, that wasn't the reaction you expected. your face denoted confusion, but when you felt Keyne pull your shirt to make you pay attention to him, you tried to make the best smile in the world, even with your thoughts hovering in your mind. The plan to ask Lamine to bring him a shirt to sign the opposing team was totally out of the question, so you decided to do it yourself.

you waited patiently, while playing with Lamine's little brother, and seeing that the Bayern players were starting to come out, you looked for your shirt so that it would be ready at the time of signing. being on the side of the Barcelona fans, you attracted attention since you were near the exit corridor, so several stopped to sign your shirt; Muller, Kimmich, Neur and Davies were just some of the many signatures you had so far, you were only missing the most important, for you.

Musiala was greeting Lamine, he had seen you and you had seen him, but Lamine noticed your look, he knows how much of a fan you are of Musiala, and he had always felt this little bit of jealousy inside him, but this time that little bit became something big, bigger than he wanted and could bear.

Seeing you so excited and happy asking for a signature and chatting a little with player 42, made his eyes roll and he murmured something indecipherable even to him. He loved to see you happy, but not with another player that he knew they were a big, big fan, he wanted your attention to be just for him, to just scream and cheer for him, and he hated not being able to control that.

Lamine seeing that you finally put the Bayern player aside, went to the dressing room to change and celebrate this victory with his team, but something in his mouth felt bitter, and the emotion was not reflected in his eyes. his companions noticed this, and did not hesitate to bother Lamine a little "what's up brother? you have the face that your girl broke up with you," Hector told him when he saw his face, "stop talking shit, brother," Lamine replied with a defensive tone and leaving the locker room to go to the shower, his colleagues were surprised by the tone used by the dark-haired man.

during the drive to her house you didn't stop talking to her brother (even if he didn't understand you) about how excited you were about the interactions you had had at the stadium, and Lamine didn't stop rolling her eyes every time you mentioned Musiala's name, she swore that you mentioned that word once again and he would be thrown out of the car even if it was moving. their jealousy lasted until the moment you were both together in your room "today was an amazing day love, don't you think?" you told her as you plopped down on her bed, totally exhausted with emotion, "yes" was all she said, her jaw clenched from just remembering everything. "what's up honey?, it looks like you've lost 5-0 at the Camp Nou" you said while you took advantage of the fact that he was sitting on the bed and hugged him from behind, trying to lighten the atmosphere a little.

"I'm just tired," he said with his head down as he looked at his cell phone. You reached for his face and turned it around trying to look him in the eye: "I know you well, and I know something is wrong with you. You know you can trust me to tell me what's wrong with you," you said quietly, trying to get into your bubble of insecurity that you were creating. "I just don't know. Seeing you talk so excited with him made me feel less, as if I couldn't make you feel as excited and happy as he does." She told me in a sad tone, I had never seen it like this before "Who are you talking about, love?" I was confused, trying to think about who I was talking about, I hadn't spoken to another player or man during the match. or it may be that...

"I'm talking about Musiala y/n, you looked so excited to talk to him, hearts came out of your eyes when you saw him" He told you with sad eyes "It's like I took a back seat as soon as you saw him, and that made me feel like you didn't love me as much as you loved him," your boyfriend said, while hiding his face on your shoulder, shy that you would see him in that aspect. I had never done a scene like that, yes, he was jealous on some occasions, but he had never gone to that extreme.

"don't be shy about it, my love. you know that my love is only for you, and although I am a big fan of Musiala, he can never replace the place you occupy in my heart. You don't have to be jealous of him, I love you, we are a couple and we must have confidence to tell each other this kind of thing, so you don't have to feel that I am going to judge you for that, it is understandable that sometimes you feel that way." you said looking into his eyes, and then kissing him. a kiss full of feelings, which conveyed all the love they felt for each other.

"so, jealous boy, how about we snuggle up together, watch a movie, and eat ourselves to sleep?" you said with a playful smile on your lips, as I poked his ribs making him laugh. "I accept that plan only if it includes a kissing session" he told you while hiding his face on your neck and giving you a few kisses there "mmm, let me think about it" you said with a thinking face "I accept, but don't go overboard pretty boy, I'll be watching you closely" you said while pointing your finger at him in an accusing way "i swear, nothing will happen, just kisses," Lamine told you as she raised her right hand to her chest and then made them both laugh.

without a doubt, you were the most in love teenagers on the entire planet.

[pedripics]

FC BARCELONA 4 vs 1 BAYERN MUNICH - Un Dia De Partit 💙❤️

[donfermin]

October 23, 2024 ↳ FC BARCELONA vs FC BAYERN MUNICH

[laminesyamal]

god i just love when my team is TEAMING

[peligrosapopagain]

in Rapha mode Champions we trust

[woso-lover]

I love it and I hate at the same time | Lena Oberdorf

Lena Oberdorf x german!barça!reader

Summary: After the events if the euros, you transfered to Barcelona and leaving with that your girlfriend, Lena, behind. But you still worked out together and were each others biggest fan in the Champions League, to blind in your bubble that you two didn't realised that one has to destroy the others biggest dream.

English is not my first language

Masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You hated it. This was not how you wished the season ends. You didn't wish for an Barcelona vs Wolfsburg final. First it's your former club you learned to love and you're still friends with your old teammates. But second because you had to play against your girlfriend. You two always talked about your dream of winning the Champions League. And now one of you had to destroy the others dream.

It's the first time you start to regret your move to Barcelona. Right after the euros you got an offer from Barcelona. Claiming they were impressed of your play style in the euros, even if you lost to England. You were, next to Lena, one of the most talented midfielder. Even trought your lost they still wanted you and you wanted to go to them, but Wolfsburg became your family you didn't wanted to leave. But they were all supportive and advocated you to the move. They all knew about your dreaming of Barcelona, just like Jill does and you finally had the chance to make your childhood dream reality. And Lena knew about your dream too. So she let you go and told you to go. But she didn't fully let go. You two were still in a realationship and went to all the Champions League or important games of the respective other, if you had the time. So basicly nothing change between you, exept the fact that you didn't see each other every day. You celebrated the cup win against Freiburg, like your still part of the team. It was the time you knew you gonna meet them and after the lost League to Bayern Munich, they wanted now notjing more but winning. For you, you live with Obi still in deniel. In your little bubble that no one can destroy. In your little bubble that got destroyed as soon as you landed in Eindhoven.

Of course you talked about before. You said whatever happens it will not effect your relationship. You also brought the rule to live, that you both will neither see each other nor communicate with anything. You needed this rule to be focused.

The first time you see each othet again was in the tunnel. You stood next to each other.

"Viel Glück" Good luck whispered Lena and smiled at you.

"Dir auch viel Glück" Good luck to you too You whispered and smiled at her too.

You felt a soft touch on your shoulder. You didn't need to look around to know it was Lucy Bronze. She looked at the both of you with pity. She couldn't imagine being in the same situation with Keira. She knew about your relationship with the german, since you became friends in this past year. She took you under her wing, since your one of the youger ones with 21 and didn't know any spanish too even english was a bit tought for you.

"Alright, take a deep breath" You did. Lucy put both her hands on your two shoulders. "And now I want you to focus on the game, 'kay. Don't look at her. Do not look once in her direction exept you need to, alright?" You just nooded unsure. You hated this feeling. In the end of the day you wanted to celebrate together with your girlfriend.

Everything went down in the first 3 minutes. Trought a mistake of Lucy Bronze your former teammate Pajor score the first goal. Everyone on the pitch was shooked. Mostly the Barça players. No one thought about this early goal. And god you wished you could celebrate with them. Your eyes made their were to the cheering Wolfsburg players. Just as Obi was about to met your eyes Lucy pushed you quickly away.

"Hell na. I told don't look at her, exept you need to steal the Ball from her." She looked directly into your eyes waiting for encouragement. "Come on" She said and put her arm around your shoulders.

This goal boosted Wolfsburg. They were stoping every attack Barcelona was about to make. And to all this chaos, Alex Popp shot an amazing header and shot the second goal for Wolfsburg. And again everyone came to celebrate, but this time you didn't look at them. You just walked away. But Lena looked out for and as she found you walking away she felt bad. She to celebrate with you and you being sad and walking away.

With that the whistle blow. And you walked in the lockerroom frusterated, like every other player. It wasn't like you were dead. You had chances over chances but nothing worked out. So it the end, what happens in the lockerroom stays in the lockerroom.

Back on the pitch it looked like Wolfsburg was to confident of winning that Patri shot to beautiful goals in first 5 minutes and brought your team back in the game. With that Wolfsburg was now shocked and Barcelona the way better team.

After an amazing long ball of you from Mapi you were about to pass the ball into the box. But you got stopped by your girlfriend with a rather nasty tackle. It made you fell down, but the referee didn't care and let the game go on. But Lena quickly rushed back to you.

"Scheiße, Y/n. Alles gut?" Shit, Y/n. Everything's okay?

"Yeah all fine" You said and walked away very quick.

Lena just looked after you and sighed, but also doing the same.

A few minutes later the third and winning goal for Barcelona got shot from you. You ran to the players, who were doing the warm up, and were meeting with Alexia Putellas. And then your other teammates come to hug and celebrate you. You didn't even know why you were cherring. You hate it when players celebrate hard against their own club. You even criticized Jill last year and now your doing the same.

As the game went on you could feel that your former teammates are trying everything to score a goal. It was stoppage time when you looked at Lena for the first time. Poppy laid again on the ground holding her face in her hands. You kneeled beside her. She was one of the closet person back in Wolfsburg and put you under her wing like Lucy is doing in Barcelona. You felt sorry for this woman. She's fighting so hard and still always lays on the ground. At first you didn't noticed that also Obi kneeled also down to her teammates. You only noticed as you looked up and found Lena already looking at you. She sent you a soft smile wich you returned.

This corner was Wolfsburg last chance, but Paños saved the ball. And with the final whistle blow the game ended and Barcelona won for the second time the Champions League. Driven by joy and adrenaline you let Mapi to drag you to the big group hug.

Lena watched you. She watched you smilling and laughing. She was happy for you, she really was but the sadness won over and the tears starting to roll down. She looked around for her teammates and saw Felicitas Rauch breaking down. Overwhelmed with her feelings Lena let the tears a free go.

After the end of your group hug you were the first to pull away, searching for only one person, Lena Oberdorf. And you found her looking around the stadium with tears in her eyes. A few meters further you saw your friend Feli breaking down crying.

Now you also felt overwhelmed and you do the only thing that helps you, when you feel this way: hugging Lena. Her embrace always calmed you down. So you ignored Prati yelling to join in and ran up to your girlfriend. Wich didn't noticed that you are running up to her and suprised, when she felt your arms around your body. She let out a quick jelp, what the attention of Alex Popp and Svenja Huth focus. Both of them admiring and giving each other a short glance, before minding their own buisness.

This interaction nnoticed also Lucy, when she was looking for you. Smiling at the both of you. It was a well needed hug you both were dreaming of. A hug with a lots of sorrys from your side. Sorrys that Lena couldn't register.

"You should go back celebrating." Lena sniffed as you both pull away from the hug. "And stop saying sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about." She put her hands on your cheeks. "Looks like the better team won. Maybe next year for me, but congratulations! I'm so proud of you." She kisses your forehead.

"But what about you? I destroyed your dream."

"Yeah and I'm that you are the one not Arsenal or any other club. And next Wolfsburg is going to win." She smiled sadly. "Now go and celebrate with your teammates." She pushed you away. You give her unsere look before running up to Lucy and Keira.

It was time to celebrate with the trophy and your high began to raise again as Alexia starts raised the trophy to the sky and made her team with that champions of europe.

The next hour was all a blur for you. Dancing, screaming, yelling, taking pictures and going to interviews. Singing 'Sweet Caroline' with Keira. It all was fun but you missed your girlfriend.

When you were looking for her, you found her by her family. So you ran up to them and greeted them. They told you how proud they were of you. Since Lena brought you home, they adored you and you became their second daughter.

When you were alone on the pitch, you finally had a moment to breath. You both watched some of your teammates still celebrating.

"Come to Barcelona." You said, wich made Lena look at you. "I hate not being around you. I hate not celebrating goals with you. And the most I hate is that days like this could be happen again and I gotta say I hate and love this day so much." You said not looking at Lena once.

"We see, baby. We see." Is the only thing the midfielder said, before she put her head on your shoulder.

[pretty-inred]

Liverpool and Barça games today !!!!

RB Leipzig vs Liverpool

Barça vs Bayern Munich

Lets gooooo ❤️🤍❤️💙!!!!

[nytb]

Battle Scars P2

You would think that when someone gets their own place, their own bed, they would use it. Well, that wasn't anywhere near your plans. Interchanging your couch with Leila's, there wasn't a single night you spent away from one another.

Keeping her close : always at a safe distance. A distance that prohibited you from doing what your heart wanted.

The Spaniard was a culé through and through - hell she was raised into the blaugrana colours. You? A Bayern fan, the team that your parents taught you to love. Leaving their academy when you were young caused major heartache, but it was a necessary sacrifice to get you to be the best version of yourself.

Barcelona's chances for the Champion's league rested in the outcome of todays game: Fc Barcelona vs Bayern Munich.

Everyone made plans to watch it amongst loved ones - everyone but yourself.

Alone, at home, getting ready to watch your beloved team face the Blaugrana rath you hear a loud knock. The lock opened fast, no time for you to react before the brunette made herself at home.

You might have known each other for only a couple of months, but you already trusted Leila with your life.

"I brought snacks and whatever potato weirdness this is" she sure liked to mock your food choices, in specific: the love you had for Bratkartoffeln. Potato pancakes that brought you back to your childhood, to your homeland, to your home.

"I will ignore the clear attack on German culture you just made and focus on how mesmerizing you look with that jersey on your shoulder" you noticed the Bayern shirt resting on the Spaniards upper body, a sight you would love to see over and over again.

Her love for Fc Barcelona was too big for her to simply switch sides and join your love for Bayern "You wish" the woman declared as she threw the jersey over to you, slowly opening her coat to reveal the blaugrana colours underneath "I'm a culé through and through"

Thank god your favourite teams didn't play against each other often. On many occasions, it would be a walk in the park for the Catalan team, but in recent years their spark had disappeared. The game not turning out how Xavi had expected. The Spanish woman crawling up to you only to bolt onto her feet to scream at your TV. You shushed down your celebrations as your team scored, ultimately winning the game, yet you didn't feel like the win had been worth it.

Seeing Leila upset, angry, sad. Her team's hopes for Chapons league football were almost impossible now. Sure, mathematically they could still make it, but Leila's eyed shone differently tonight. Closing the physical gap Leila had made, you grabbed the Spaniard into a bear like hug. Her head resting on your shoulder, her nose scrunched up against your neck. The woman felt safer than ever.

You didn't let go even after she stopped rambling "I could stay like this forever" she declared, further cozying up to you.

Your heart stopped. Fluttering feelings in your stomach. Is this what falling for someone feels like? It couldn't be - you hadn't even kissed her. But- was it time to?

As she left your embrace, her nose rubbed against your chin. You could only stare into her hazel eyes - god she is breathtakingly beautiful.

Her eyes doze off onto your lips, fantasising, dreaming of what kissing you felt like. Cupping your neck, pulling you down so she could reach you, grazing your lips before you interrupted the moment she had been waiting for "We shouldn't". A punch would have hurt Leila less. Did she read the signs wrong? Was she the only one who felt this way?

"I'll get ready for bed, then the room is all yours" you stated as you grabbed Leila's hands off your neck, slowly abandoning her touch as you made your way into your bedroom.

Taking a shower alone. The woman of your dreams meters away. Why? Why? Fuck, why did you stop her? It's not like the thought of devouring her lips hadn't crossed your mind that very moment. It's not like the Spaniard hadn't left your mind since you first laid eyes on her. What was stopping you?

The Spaniard, abandoned in your living room. Her fantasy broken by your rejection. Replaying the many times you had almost kissed, the late nights spent on your couch. What had gone wrong? Were you not on the market? Had someone stolen your heart from her?

Leila didn't take rejection well. She hated losing, but most of all - she hated 'what ifs'.

She made her way into the bedroom, her body begged her to stop, trying to protect her from inevitable heartbreak. You turned her down before, there was nothing stopping you from doing it again. But what if this time you wouldn't?

Opening your bedroom door. You're standing there - in shock, barely dressed. The defender approached you with lion eyes. A predator closing in on her pray. You were hopeless.

Grabbing you into a kiss -soft at first but as you melted into it, she roughened it. Devouring your lips, not allowing you to stop for air. Her hands travelled across your body, her nails dived into your back. There was no way you would escape her this time.

This was it. You were down for the count, you were falling hard.