#german football

[cathhh]

^bravertz^ love to see them training together again. such a long time

[sweetjames]

"Girl summer" or what do they call it

[pernillecfcw]

Magda 🫶🏻

[pavardscherie]

Jude’s love language??

i do like to think that with jude it’s also a little mixture. but this time between quality time and physical touch.

just imagine, how busy that man must be. he‘s always playing, always giving interviews and probably one of the most popular players on the entire time. if you see anything dortmund related, jude has to be around to represent the club as well.

so when he has a couple of hours or maybe even a day off, he will use any chance to spend time with you. even if it‘s just the chance to watch an episode of your favourite series, or to invite you on a coffee date in one of those sweet, hidden coffee shops which allowed you a little bit of privacy together.

days off are planned with you, without a doubt. he should be sprawled out on the couch and relax his exhausted muscles but instead, he‘s preparing something very sweet for you. like a home made dinner, or even picks you up from work or university to make sure, he has enough time with you before having to go back to his busy schedule again.

which also happens to be a reason for him to invite you to any game. make sure, you can travel to another town safely, mostly with him. after the game, you‘re the first person he goes to. just asking if he did good because your opinion matters the most to him.

so, any free minutes belongs to you.

also, physical touch. jude's addicted to your smile, and the way your cheeks are blemished by a soft cherry red when his lips place a lingering kiss on your jaw or your shoulder. little pecks all around your body. sometimes underneath the ear, some days just casually on the tip of your nose. jude always found a different place on your skin, his soft, pillow-like lips haven't came in contact yet.

he's such a hugger? he loves to have his arm around your waist, draped over your shoulder when a little alcohol infiltrated his system and made the situation much comfortable than the up-tight interview on the panel. fingertips always caressed over your skin, brushing your hair off your shoulder, drawing along your jaw, pulling your bottom lip away from the gnawing of your teeth because it would drive him insane.

with jude, it's truly the little things that matter the very most. small kisses, a slight touch on your bare back when the dress has a nice cutout, standing behind you to protect you from any incoming damage, placing a chaste kiss on the crown of your hair and whispering sweet little nothings..

[fizzymarshmellochewy]

THOMMYS BIRTHDAY IT'S THOMAS MÜLLER'S BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY <33

[lovelybrandt]

Jule And Kai Sweet Besties 🤩💗💚 Some Got Private Post Has Been Deleted Reuploaded From O-Lin-Jokeis on Tumblr

Thanks To For Kevkesblog And babygirlsfc

[eccentricallygothic]

joshua kimmich can lowkey fuck it up though 🫦

[postapocalypticromance]

It's exceptionally weird that some of the most important developments in footballing tactics came out of philosophical and intellectual thought, considering how vilified sporting intellectualism can be.

The entire idea of the false nine is rooted in the coffee house culture of Austria and Hungary in the 1920s and 30s, from discussions and thought building upon the ideas of a couple of british expats who coached there, though I don't know if the idea itself ever stemmed from those scenarios specifically. It was a bunch of café intellectuals who laid the basis for a role that didn't reach its wider acceptance until around 2010.

Ralf Rangnick was completely mocked by the German footballing establishment for thinking about football tactics in the way he did in the 90s, yet he's the starting point for Germany's biggest area of influence in modern football, pressing. If Klopp hadn't picked up Rangnick's ideas, then there's a good chance the entire idea would have fizzled out.

The entire basis of Dutch, Ajax, Barcelona, and Spanish football comes from two Englishmen whose view of how football should be played was thought on and iterated upon by Rinus Michels, Johan Cruyff, Louis van Gaal, and Pep Guardiola, all of whom were or are thinkers on football.

And then England just has a culture where it's actively detrimental to be a football thinker. Good for me, I suppose

[totaly-obsessed]

Just a quick translation (pics translated by Google images haha):

Meet Sabrina Wittmann, the first female head coach in the men's 3rd Bundesliga for FC Ingolstadt.

She is 32 years old and has been a coach since 2009, and she played for the club as well!

The comments under the post are mixed, but I am quite happy to see a lot of positive ones!

This is a very big step in German Football - even if it's "just" the 3rd league, and I am very excited to see what the future holds!

Find the original post, here!

[cathhh]

some kind of sweet sadness in their eyes

“a touch and yet not a touch”

[sweetjames]

THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!! 💛🖤🐝

[footballdesires]

unknown reasons, goretzka

pairing: leon goretzka & she,her info: germany has been eliminated from the world cup, and one player of the national team can't understand the reasons. a/n: god, i hate to write this man when he cries, breaks my heart. requests are always open! just ask for a football player & we can work on it!

the plane landed last night in munich, allowing half of the players to exit until it brought the rest to another airport closer to their hometown. the german national team has been eliminated from the world cup in qatar two days ago. 

9am in the morning, they should have been in the kitchen by now, enjoying a calm breakfast and conversations about the plans for the winter break. instead, she stepped out of the warm shower minutes ago and pulled on a pair of comfortable shorts with one of leon’s shirts thrown over the naked chest. 

damp strands tied together to a messy bun on the back of the head, she exited the bathroom which was connected to their shared bedroom. the expectations of a mildly dressed boyfriend with a welcoming smile on his lips were crushed when leon‘s naked back faced her. cuddled into the dark duvets, the male didn’t move a muscle when the footsteps approached him. 

„babe.“ she exclaimed, questioning if he was awake or asleep again. the past weeks have been exhausting, a stressful hell to prepare for the world cup, and he deserved the long hours in bed after what happened. a quiet groan slipped through leon‘s lips, attempting to keep most of the sounds inside. 

the frustration about the early elimination overshadowed the exhaustion, he precisely despised the fact that the german national team had to leave the contest in the group phase. a disaster. a sigh about the unchanging condition of her boyfriend escaped the parted lips. „do you want breakfast in bed? coffee?“ the question was sincere, she didn’t want to force the male into doing the things that he wasn’t satisfied with. 

but leon didn’t answer, pressing the soft cotton pillow further into his wet face to hide from the world. it wasn’t her fault, he knew that; which was one of the many reasons why he kept the conversation short. nodding to herself, she left the shared bedroom to brew herself a coffee in the kitchen before snuggling into the comforts of the bed sheets again. 

when the door fell into the frame, leon slowly turned on the back to inhale a deep breath. forcing the lids open, he blinked repeatedly to adjust to the sudden brightness, shining through the blinds on the window. sweaty hands wiped over the tired face, staring at the white ceiling of the bedroom. 

the loss wasn’t her fault, she didn’t do anything wrong and it wouldn’t be fair to shout at her for feeling completely frustrated and devastated about the elimination. while leon had a hard time to form a sentence about his struggling self, she always attempted to cheer him up. even when he declined the conversation, she stayed by his side and enjoyed the comfortable silence. 

still, leon couldn’t find the words to explain the mixture of negative emotions lingering in the pit of his stomach. he hasn’t sleep well, the past two nights were filled with thoughts about what went wrong in those two weeks. excited to play for germany against the entire world, leon expected to reach much more than just the group phase. 

„fuck.“ the male muttered as the thoughts triggered the sadness once again. tears started to form in the corner of his eyes, unsatisfied about the games and the way he played. pressing the back of his hands against the closed lids, he wanted to avoid the chance that she would witness how miserable he truly felt. for multiple times, leon reassured the female that it’s alright, that there will be more chances to win such an important prize in the future. 

but that was only the beginning of the rope of lies. 

the world watched their mistakes, the failure after empty promises about being better than the last times. 2014, the wonder that the country wanted to see again to support the team. unfortunately, disappointment was written over their expressions after another miserable group phase. they tried, but they didn’t try enough. 

rubbing repeatedly over the eyes, leon wanted to wipe the memories away but the tears started to dwell again. the frustration came in waves, some stronger, some very weak but he couldn’t contain the disappointment in himself. he could have done more, he knew that from the very beginning. it should have been an easy win against japan. 

„are you crying?“ the gentle voice of his girlfriend echoed quietly through the bedroom, announcing her return. exhaling a deep breath, the tightened chest caused a piercing pain while attempting to calm himself down. calloused fingers slid over the forehead and through messy curls of hazelnut hair, and leon, for the first time since he moved out of his tight embrace, tilted the head to the side to glance at his worried girlfriend. 

two mugs with warm coffee, one in each hand, she stood in the middle of the room with widened eyes. throughout their relationship, she has seen many sides of leon, but not once has he cried in front of her. maybe a frown, or the furrowed brows but the eyes stayed dry. „no.“ leon tried to deny the truth, turning away from the lingering gaze of his girlfriend as he didn’t want to witness how the concern increased in the pit of her stomach. 

without speaking another word to the football player, she walked around the bed and placed the hot mugs on the nightstand. climbing onto the duvets, she kneeled next to leon’s position who constantly tried to hide his face in the pillow. she sighed, and denied herself to ask more questions. 

seating more comfortably, she crawled towards the headboard and leaned the clothed back against it. legs outstretched and crossed, she grabbed a mug from the nightstand and carefully took a sip of the hot liquid. “this is so fucking stupid.” the words were mumbled into the pillow, and she only understood the curse syllables of the sentence. arching a single brow at the man beside her, she waited for him to repeat the words when he wanted to. 

slowly he tilted the head to the side to reveal the flustered cheeks and the reddened eyes to the woman he loved. “it’s fucking stupid.” he attempted to speak but over the events of the two weeks and the constant shouts of anger or frustration, the male’s already low voice started to crack. 

she understood immediately what he meant, she didn’t need to ask and stayed quiet. just watching his movements but the reddened eyes stood out. “we’ve practiced so long, so hard. i don’t know how it’s fucking possible. this feels like a bad dream, a nightmare.” while leon ranted quietly and started to let the emotions flow out with the syllables, the tears stood in the corners of his eyes again. 

this time, he didn’t turn the head away from his girlfriend. she saw all the hidden sides of him, she deserves to see this as well. “it was impossible to lose, and still we did. i don’t understand it, i don’t want to believe that the journey is over. we’re home, instead of still playing. it’s killing me.” 

small drops of tears started to roll down the red-tinted cheeks of the football player, and she felt her heart crumble. seeing him in the eclipsed state, with the tears streaming down his face was a sight, she wanted to avoid and still, she couldn’t. the frustration, the denial and the exhaustion mixed together to a negative bowl of emotions and wanted to be let out. 

placing the warm cup on the nightstand again, she laid down beside leon and carefully placed a hand on his heartened cheek. the soft tip of the thumb caressed over his skin, wiping away the droplets of water that stained his face. “how could that happen?” leon questioned the female laying next to him, trying to find a simple answer to the four words that occupied the space in his mind. she just shook the head, not wanting to speak the wrong words and worsen the situation. 

“i don’t want to leave the bed, just don’t want to see the world and listen further to the ignorant comments of the so-called experts.” leon’s frustration was shown in many disparate forms that morning, but one thing was precisely the right decision. she would stay in bed with him until he felt better to move the exhausted muscles and face the world again. 

“i’ll cancel our flight, we can stay in bed until you decide against it.” 

and even though leon only answered with several nods, he was thankful that she wasn’t pressing him further into talking. 

[pavardscherie]

Jude Bellingham 🧡

the thick charcoal clouds spread across the afternoon sky, covering the golden sun like blankets. heavy raindrops splashed on the pavements and streets, the day that was planned so creatively was destroyed by the change of weather.

bottom lip pushed out, pouting as your attentive gaze watched how the rain hit the windows. jude wanted to take you out on one of his days off. enough free time was never between the busy schedule of matches and training sessions, even meet and greets or little events to present the club further. as one of the most popular players on the team, jude had to be present and satisfy the fans.

but the typical autumn weather at the beginning of summer spread a tad of sadness through your body. you waited for those days patiently, and when it was ruined, it shattered the little, beating heart inside of your chest.

the loud ringing of the doorbell made you flinch in surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion about the appearance of a sudden guest. no one announced their visit, no one would leave their home if the heavy rain soaked them in only a couple of minutes. it was impossible.

the doorbell rang again as you didn’t open the door in a matter of seconds. the person waiting, was probably completely drenched by now. hurrying over to the front door, you pulled it open quickly. pupils grew in seconds, the eyes widened as surprise twisted your gentle features.

a black jacket with sunflower yellow highlights draped over the head to avoid losing sight in the heavy rain, a bouquet of red roses in his other hand, jude stood on your doorstep. shuffling from left to right, the spare key he usually carried with him, forgotten while waiting impatiently. eyebrows still raised, stunned by his sudden appearance after canceling the little road trip with a picnic following afterwards when finding a cute and private spot somewhere.

“you won’t ask me to come in?” jude chuckled lightly, making his way inside the comforts of the small house without being asked to. after all, he almost lived at yours after realizing the supporters crowded the entrance to his. the relationship wasn’t a secret, but he still tried his best to keep you out of the publicity as much as possible until a sudden event came around, and you were attached to his arm in a beautiful long gown.

“what- what are you doing here? it’s raining outside.” you pointed out of the door, watching how the heavy drops splattered on the streets. “not like i didn’t notice.” jude pulled the drenched jacket off his head, the wetness glistened on the water-resistent fabric as he held it towards you.

“but i mean, you cancelled.” hands gestured wildly through the air, trying to explain the confusion in the pit of your stomach. jude couldn’t hide how his lips curled in amusement, a smile visible as he watched the awkwardness unfold. “babe, calm down.”

he walked forward, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezing it softly. “a little bit of water won’t stop me from spending my day off with you. we might not be able to go on a road trip but we still have enough time for pizza and movie night.” his arm slipped around your neck, pulling your chest closer to his wet one with a warm smile.

the jacket might have prevented the beautiful, black curls from being completely drenched, but his clothes did not have as much luck as them. “i really thought i wouldn’t see you today.”

“please,” jude chuckled so light-hearted, it immediately made you smile. a sound, you loved to hear, you hoped to listen to each day. “i would have died without being with you.”

the words were enough to increase the heavy pounding of your heart against your rib cage. a smile plastered on your face, you stood on your tip toes to press a sweet, and short kiss to his pillow-like lips. “i love you, you charmer.”

“i love you too, princess.” he muttered, pulling your head closer once again to capture your mouth with his once again, for a longer reunion kiss.

[f1tfballetc]

Happy birthday to @kaihavertz29! Your willingness to learn and grow is truly commendable.

Keep working hard to develop your skills and talents, and you will continue to reach new heights. 🎉🎂🥳

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[lovelybrandt]

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