#fc barcelona vs bayern munich

[laminesyamal]

that cross from olmo was ORGASMIC

[pretty-inred]

GOOOOOOOOLLLLLL BY LEWANDOWSKI!!!!

LETSSS GOOOOOOO

[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 ✌️

[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. 💙❤️

[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

[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.

[peligrosapopagain]

in Rapha mode Champions we trust

[lucawrites11]

russo and stanway vs. france (away)

stanway and russo are both 25, they came up through england youth at the same time but stanway joined up with england first in 2018 since beig consistently in the man city senior team since 2015 while alessia wasn't called up until 2020 while at the tar heels and then had a significant time out with injury, missing the olympics, until late 2021

furthermore, georgia plays as a central midfielder both defensively and in attacking motions but she preferred as a defensive midfielder for both club and country. this is a position that is historically difficult to fill whereas alessia as a striker faces a lot more competition for her place. for context, stanway is probably one of the top five defensive midfielders in the world with amandine henry, lena oberdorf and keira walsh alongside her. alessia russo doesn't go near the top ten yet and that's okay. strikers tend to hit their best a LOT later in their careers, the average age of the ea fc top ten strikers (best list i could think of) is 27.8 with the youngest sophia smith at 23. russo is undoubtedly england's best option though with so much room to improve and she's doing so every season

however, the biggest element of both alessia russo and georgia stanway's games is that they play their roles a little outside of the mould set for strikers and defensive midfielders

stanway loves to shoot especially from outside the box which is rare and she's also a lot faster that the average defensive midfielder. keira plays as a classic defensive midfielder. so far in the liga f season, she's averaged 0.05 goals per game (one) and stanway has managed 0.29 goals per game. if this is brought up to goal involvements (goals and registered assists), stanway still take the lead with 0.48 per game while keira has just 0.23

THIS IS NOT BAD. it's just showcasing that georgia stanway has an exceptional ability to shoot and score that is not often seen in a defensive midfielder. this also comes with an insane speed, an insane penalty and an insane ability to pick a pass and send a long ball over heads going forward whereas keira walsh prefers a pass cutting through the midfield across the floor. she has insane vision to pick out players (it's why they are SO good on the pitch together for england because their play styles compliment each other)

stanway plays with her sights set on going forward, another rare quality in a defensive midfielder that normally prefers to press, win the ball, keep the ball and then give it to someone else to take it forward with quite a few passes. walsh does this and it's why she fits perfectly into the barcelona set up of tiki-taka football which is a style of play where there are a lot of passes in a game to get the ball forward and keep the ball and make the oppositiona chase them and get exhausted while they do very little (however this play style is incredibly difficult and relies on insanely talented players)

having this attacking-minded defensive midfielder gives a fresh dimension to england and bayern munich's play. it allows for goals to come from not just long balls over the top that traditionally come from centre-backs and goalkeepers (leah williamson and hannah hampton are both reknown for their balls over the top - leah's created that goal for beth in her first game back v reading if anyone wants an image of what i mean when i say long balls over the top) and give england a lot more creativity in how they create chances through the midfield

however, this is only possible if stanway has those touches on the ball to create chances and both she and keira were marked out of the game in the home leg against france and failed to get themselves into space. in the next leg, keira and georgia both improved and found themselves in space and this allowed their play styles to thrive in creating chances particularly down the left with lauren hemp. a change in alessia russo, ensured these chances weren't wasted

as i said above, alessia doesn't play like your classic number nine striker. to think classic number nine, think sam kerr, alex morgan, ada hegerberg. especially sam kerr, they stay in the box, typically good at headers, strong at short passes, decent pace and then all the classics hallmarks of striker: decent pen, good volley, good finishing, power behind their shots, the ability to do a decent long shot and often a really good dribble too with a lot of control where alessia lacks is occasionally her finishing, it's good but she'll miss a sitter and then score an impossible goal pretty often

however, alessia is more than just a striker. the best part of her play and the thing that sets her apart is her hold up play. hold up is when she gets the ball, dribbles, holds on to it against defenders and waits for support and then passes the ball out wide. if you watch arsenal or england you see it a lot, often the ball goes to whoever is in the 10 and those on the wings then she gets in the box. meanwhile, someone like sam kerr or stina blackstinieus are just waiting in the box. alessia goes and gets the ball, holds it up, creates the chances and then gets in the box but this delay getting into the box often means a chance is missed. ideally, when she lays off that ball, she needs someone else in the box

and you can't just lose that chance creation from alessia russo, it was there in the build up to both goals even if she's just acting as an extra player in midifeld, pulling a centreback out of position and allowing another player to get into the box or on the ball unmarked. her vision and that movement is crucial to getting past good centrebacks like renard and lakrar last night. she can create a chance from nothing and england need that in the big games. however, it's not the easiest striker to play with and sarina failed to coach the midfield and wingers how to play with her in the last game or they just forgot. whatever it was, alessia russo is the focal point of that attack and the style needs to adapt to her and not the other way around. if england wanted a traditional striker, they are available, sarina can put them in but she wants russo's play style so the team has to work with it

the other facet of alessia's game that is insane and you need to watch closely is her first touch. this isn't relevant to last night but just go watch her score goals. she has an insane first touch that brings the ball away from the defense often requiring her to turn her body insanely fast and then chases after the ball either dribbling and creating a chance or just shooting and it's BEAUTIFUL (srsly watch her goal complimations and her first touches)

back to her dropping into the midfield to create chances, the combination of her and stanway in the forward-mindedly midfield linking up well with the wingers, especially lauren hemp, to create chances and score goals in a way they just weren't against france in the home leg

lauren hemp was also crucial to this but she plays her game as the perfect left winger and it's not so fun to analyse, but it was the link-up of these three that made the game and it's a link-up that hasn't had the time to develop and build. the bayern, man city and arsenal tactical systems are all different so coming into england they need to adjust fast to very different players. hemp is used to playing with that direct nine in bunny shaw and stanway is more accustomed to the similar directness of harder and schüller

stanway and russo grew up playing together but russo played a different role back then and was only move into the nine in university. russo links up well with mead and toone having been with them at arsenal/united and with more practice, hopefully over this summer, that whole frontline should develop into a well-oiled machine that it hasn't been given the chance to become with injuries and such a packed schedule

this was so long and a wall of text was overwhelming so i put the pics in to break it up, thought i'd end with a classic of them as babies

[ouiouibaguettt]

Deja-vu

Jana Fernandez x reader

request from @liverpool96

→   for the the other jana fernandez one say reader and jana are together but know one knows till after a game against each other and they kiss.

warnings: mentions of kiss 

words: 1.2k

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Not playing in the Champions League is certainly disappointing, but the fact that you can go to your girlfriend's games cheers you up. You'd been going out with Jana since the SheBelievesCup in 2020. It was the start of the USWNT vs Spain match, and you had just inspected the pitch when you saw that the La Roja team had arrived to do the same. That's when you met for the first time. You weren’t necessarily looking for love, but it seems to have found you and hit you hard.

//

At the end of the match, it was thanks to Kelley and Emily that you had the courage to approach her to talk. You were scared because you'd just won the match and destroyed their hopes of winning the SheBelievesCup. After that, the more the days went by, the more you got to know each other, which is why, at the end of the 2020/2021 season, you decided to go to Gothenburg in Sweden to watch her Champions League final.

Sitting alongside some of the WSL players, you were one of the only ones wearing a Barcelona shirt, even the Arsenal players who were there were wearing a Chelsea shirt despite their rivalry.

//

When the final whistle blew, you rushed to the edge of the stands in hope of seeing her. She took you down onto the pitch with the help of her captain, Alexia Putellas. You thanked Alexia before she winked at you and left to see the rest of the team.

Once the celebrations were over, you went back to the hotel with Jana's team, so it must have been a coincidence that she was alone in her room. You remember you kissed for the first time that evening and you said we'd talk about it when we woke up in the morning if we remembered...

You remembered, and you plucked up the courage to ask her to be your girlfriend. She kissed you back with a big smile and asked if you could keep it between you, because despite everything you're still young, and even though you're in the 21st century, homophobia is still present. 

"Of course", you replied, agreeing with her, because even if you’re quite open about it, it's not always easy to live with it when you can get beaten up in the street for it.

//

That's how you ended up in Eindhoven this year, wearing a shirt with 'FERNANDEZ' written on the back with her number 5. This time you were again in the company of players from Arsenal, Chelsea and Bayern Munich, some of whom were for Barcelona and others for Wolfsburg.

When the abutment team came out, she instantly found you; it was as if she knew you were there, in that very spot. Wishing her good luck from a distance, she gave you two thumbs up and a big smile. These actions did not go unnoticed by Leah Williamson and Lia Walti, who were sitting behind you.

At half-time you tried to reach down to grab Jana and tell her that everything was going to be fine, that she shouldn't go away defeatist. 

"Jana" you shouted a little, so that she could see and hear you, she was surprised to see you here, instead of in your seat. 

"Stop stressing, stop being scared, you're FC Barcelona, the best team in the world, you can do it. You can win, all right? I trust you, I trust you. So get moving okay, where's the team that gave us a 4-0 hammering during the season?" you say, hoping to cheer her up so she can do the same afterwards in the dressing room. 

"We're going to win, I promise, mi amor," she tells you, whispering the last part.

 "I'd rather that, now go on, your team's waiting for you, I love you," you say, blowing her a kiss on the cheek and shaking her hand before climbing back into your seat.

When the match resumed, it was immediately clear that Barcelona had not finished fighting, and what the coach had to say in the dressing room did them good, even a little too much, because in just 2 minutes, Patri levelled the score. Ten minutes later, it was Fridolina Rolfo's turn to score, putting the team ahead for the first time in the match.

With a score of 3-2, FC Barcelona regained the title of best team in Europe. As two years ago, you rushed to the edge of the stands for Jana, who quickly noticed me and helped me down the barrier. Deja vu, eh? 

"I'm so proud of you" you say, taking her in your arms and twirling her around. 

"I could never have done it without you mi amor" she said, wrapping her arms around your neck. 

"I want to kiss you can I?" you asked, looking her straight in the eye. 

"Go ahead, show the world that I'm yours and you're mine" she said, smiling.

 With that, you put your lips on hers before we pulled away because of the wolf whistles that Mapi, Alexia and Bruna were blowing at you.

//

The day after the celebrations, you woke up with a massive headache, to the ringing of Jana's and your phones. She still has her head on you chest with one arm under the pillow and the other on top of you. 

"Por favor apaga tu teléfono mi amor" she begged you, burying her head in your neck to get comfortable.

"Careful" you said as you moved to pick up both yours phones, when you handed her hers, you'd already switched your on to find out what was going on, you'd only had time to read one notification when you saw that Kelley was calling you on facetime. 

"Hi?" you say, yawning and making sure Jana was comfortable. 

"Don't "hi" me, how come it takes you a season in Spain, to be in a relationship with someone?" she asked you half seriously and half jokingly 

"Honestly? it isn’t from this season" you say. 

"What? and you didn't tell me" she said. 

"Oops?" you say, blocking your eyes with Jana who looked at you in incomprehension.

 "You could at least be polite and put your girlfriend on so I can say hello to her" she said with a smile.

After that disastrous call, you decided to go back and check the notifications on instagram, when you saw that Jana and you had got your fans chattering all over the web last night with your kiss. Your fans even had time to make edits. Before you know it, Jana had taken a photo of you and posted it on her instagram story, her head with your arm around it and you on your phone looking at all the photos where you'd been tagged. She captioned it, "the best wake-up after being European champion. 💙"

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Sorry, if there are a lot of mistakes, I didn’t reread before posting