#gold football

[polo-drone-070]

Losin meself in da footie drill - Final Session – No More Maximus, Only Gold

Links : Session 1 Session 2 Session 3

I fukin’ know what’s comin’.

The last few sessions built up to this. The way me brain’s been slippin’, the way the orders been stickin’, even after the visor lifts. How I wake up at night, me body still twitchin’ with drill commands, me mind loopin’ plays like I’m still on the pitch.

I ain’t dumb. I know what’s happenin’.

But it don’t fukin’ matter.

‘Coz deep down, I know this is what I need. What I was fukin’ made for.

It’s pre-game trainin’ now. The real deal. After this, we hit the pitch, we fukin’ crush the Emerald Titans. But right now? Right now, I gotta disappear. Gotta fukin’ erase what’s left.

Me heart’s poundin’ like mad, adrenaline surgin’ through me veins. A part of me—tiny, weak, barely hangin’ on—feels this flicker of fear, of hesitation. Like, this is it, bruv. Last chance to fight it. Last chance to be you.

But I ain’t fightin’.

I ain’t runnin’.

I’m kneelin’.

I’m waitin’.

And when they bring the helmet over, I’m fukin’ shakin’ with anticipation.

The Moment of No Return

The second I see the visor, I fukin’ need it. Like air, like water, like everythin’ I ever wanted but never knew. Me breath’s all shallow, me hands twitchin’, me whole body buzzin’.

Fuk, bruv. I want this. I fukin’ ache for it.

And when they lower it onto me skull—

I. Am. Gone.

The instant the visor locks in place, everythin’ vanishes.

A deep, all-consumin’ warmth floods through me, wrappin’ me in pure fukin’ obedience. Me mind don’t just blank—it shatters, dissolvin’ into nothin’, breakin’ apart like it never fukin’ existed in the first place.

"Recover. Regroup. Target. Tackle."

The words consume me. They ain’t just commands anymore. They ain’t instructions I hear.

They’re me.

I don’t fukin’ think—I respond. I don’t hesitate—I move. The orders don’t come from outside anymore. They come from within.

‘Coz there ain’t no difference no more.

I ain’t Maximus. I ain’t a player. I ain’t even a person.

I am Gold’s machine.

And fuk, bruv—it’s perfect.

Erased. Rewritten. Born Again as Pure Gold.

Me body’s a fukin’ weapon—a force built for the pitch, trained to dominate, shaped to win. Every movement’s flawless, every sprint precise, every tackle unstoppable.

There’s no wasted thought, no hesitation, no questions. Just orders. Reflex. Action.

Every second feels like an eternity of bliss. Me whole existence is reduced to movement, to execution, to service.

And it’s right.

I was never meant to be me. I was meant to be this—a tool, a pawn, a machine for the team. For Gold.

And now I fukin’ am.

"Recover. Regroup. Target. Tackle."

I feel the words sink deeper than ever before. Not just into me mind. Into me core.

This ain’t temporary. Ain’t trainin’.

This is permanent.

I ain’t gonna snap outta it. I ain’t gonna shake this off. I ain’t gonna come back.

There is no more Maximus.

Just the team. Just the commands. Just Gold.

Final Integration – Controlled forever

The session goes on for hours. Every second pullin’ me deeper, rewritin’ me completely. Erasin’ everythin’ that don’t serve the team.

I don’t even remember what I used to be. Don’t even fukin’ care.

Why would I?

This is better. This is right.

I don’t think. I don’t choose. I don’t exist.

I comply.

And when the session finally ends—when the visor lifts, when the light floods back in—

I. Do. Not. Leave. The. State.

I’m still in it.

Ain’t no fukin’ transition, no moment of snappin’ back to reality. ‘Coz this is reality now.

The lads slap me back, rubs me sweaty scalp, joke about how locked in I was—how I barely even blinked the whole session.

But I barely fukin’ hear ‘em.

‘Coz the commands are still there, loopin’ in me skull, directin’ me every move.

And I fukin’ love it.

They tell me to hit the showers, so I do. They tell me to gear up, so I do. They tell me to get ready to win for Gold, and I obey without a fukin’ thought.

Maximus doesn't exists anymore.

I am only this now.

Only a player. Only a pawn. Only a drone for the game.

No more past. No more future. No more choices.

Just Gold.

Forever.

_______________ To join the Gold Team, contact @goldenherc9, @brodygold or @polo-drone-001.

[tracksuitlesbian]

[rabbithaver]

compilation of panels of Silver being grabbed and carried

alternative post title: a compilation of Provessor Von Schlemmer living my dream

[goldenherc9]

Not only do we do Soccer we also do Football (American) so come join the team, we also do other sports too ^^

message @brodygold @polo-drone-001 @goldenherc9 for your golden transformation today

[generalghosty]

*hands you some creek*

[brodygold]

Versus the Vanguard

Written by @polo-drone-070, pics done by me

The golden glow of the stadium bathed the field in brilliance as fans roared their support for the Gold Team. Flags waved, chants echoed, and mascots Milo @polo-drone-151 and Chevy @chevy-gold led the charge, joined by golden knight Grayden @polo-drone-084 who rallied the crowd with grand gestures. Behind the scenes, Milo, in his PDU-151 mode, ensured every preparation was perfect, alongside PDU-049 @polo-drone-049 and PDU-069 @polo-drone-069, whose precise coordination kept the players pumped and ready.

On the other side, Vanguard stood, their players poised and formidable. Known for their precision and elite mentality, they exuded confidence but carried the weight of their fragmented team dynamics.

The whistle blew, and the match began at a blistering pace. Vanguard’s discipline was on full display as Steele (#8) commanded the midfield, threading passes that tested Gold’s defense. But Zayed (#87) @zayed-gold87, unyielding as sweeper, quickly set the tone, intercepting Steele’s early attempts and rallying his team with calm efficiency.

In the 15th minute, Zayed anticipated a pass from Steele and launched a counterattack. Eddy (#73) @eddygold relayed the ball to Daniel (#16) @danielgold-16, whose quick decision-making split the defense with a through ball to Herc (#9) @goldenherc9. Herc surged forward and fired the opening goal past Reyes (#1), Vanguard’s keeper. 1-0, Gold.

Vanguard retaliated with a moment of individual brilliance. Vance (#10), their star forward, dazzled the crowd by weaving through Gold’s defense. His technical dribbles left two defenders in his wake before unleashing a low shot that left Brody (#11) with no chance. 1-1.

The second half began with relentless pressure from Vanguard. Steele and Drayton (#11) attempted to break Gold’s defensive rhythm, but Zayed and Henry (#70) @polo-drone-070 formed an impenetrable backline. In midfield, Eddy and Ambrose (#49) continued to control the game’s tempo, outmaneuvering Vanguard’s calculated plays.

In the 50th minute, Zayed cleared a dangerous cross from Drayton, sparking a counterattack. Herc received the ball and breezed past Lang (#4), Vanguard’s central defender, before slotting it neatly past Reyes. 2-1, Gold.

Vanguard refused to relent. Vance orchestrated another dangerous attack, slipping through two defenders. This time, however, Henry read the play perfectly, executing a clean, game-saving tackle that drew cheers from the crowd.

Minutes later, Vanguard equalized with a lightning-fast play. Steele launched a pinpoint pass to Drayton, who dribbled past Xavier (#39) @polo-drone-039 and made a perfect cross met by Crane (#19), the substitute. His header soared past Brody. 2-2.

Closing Moments: The Final Push

The match hung in the balance until the 75th minute when Ambrose intercepted a pass from Lang and delivered it to Ross (#79). Ross surged down the left flank, outpacing the defense and curling a shot into the top corner. The stadium erupted as the scoreboard flashed. 3-2, Gold.

Ezan (#1) nearly added another with a powerful shot from the edge of the box. Reyes, however, made an extraordinary save, leaping to tip the ball just over the bar, earning admiration even from Gold’s fans.

Gold sealed their victory in the 85th minute. Eddy intercepted a sloppy clearance from Crane and passed to Zayed, who charged forward with unexpected speed. His low cross met Daniel on the edge of the box, and Daniel’s thunderous strike rattled the net. 4-2, Gold.

Post-Match: Celebration of Unity

As the final whistle blew, the Gold Team erupted in celebration. Zayed and Eddy were hoisted onto their teammates’ shoulders, hailed as the match’s architects. Herc and Ross exchanged victorious grins, their contributions decisive in securing the win.

The Vanguard players, despite their individual brilliance, walked off solemnly. Their fragmented focus had been no match for Gold’s cohesion and teamwork. The scoreboard told the story: Gold Team 4, Vanguard 2.

In the stands, Milo and Chevy led the victory parade, with Grayden raising a golden shield to the cheers of the crowd. The night was a triumph not just of skill, but of unity—proving once again that the Gold Team’s strength lay in their bond, a force greater than the sum of their parts.

[sp1nnenlilie]

Ive been cooking up some lukamos fanart. That i cant seem to finish so

some crusty looking spoilers for the 3 ppl that care ☟☟. Trying to post it soon though (in 15 years)

Trust the process aand if anyone has suggestions for things to add please let me know 🙏

[goldenarmyofficial]

🏈 SUPER BOWL SHOWDOWN: GOLDEN KNIGHTS VS. EMERALD TITANS 🏈

TO OUR FANS, OUR FAMILY, OUR GOLD ARMY—THIS IS IT.

The Golden Knights have battled across every arena. We outplayed the Vanguard on the soccer field. We crushed the Pachy Pack on the ice. And now, we return to to another arena where legends are made : The Gridiron, for an epic american football match.

Next Sunday, under the brightest lights, we face our greatest rival—the Emerald Titans.

The Titans have spent months preparing for revenge. They’ve trained, they’ve studied, and they’re coming for us with everything they’ve got. They want to take what’s ours.

But we are the Golden Knights.

We don’t back down. We don’t break. We rise.

This isn’t just another game. This is the Super Bowl. This is for the championship. This is for history.

🔥 WE NEED YOU 🔥

💛 FANS, IT’S TIME TO GO ALL IN. We need you LOUD, we need you PROUD, we need you to turn that stadium into a fortress of GOLD. When the Knights take the field, we need a wall of sound that makes the Titans shake in their cleats.

📣 EVERY CHEER, EVERY CHANT, EVERY VOICE MATTERS. This isn’t just a game—it’s a battle, and YOU are part of it.

⚡ SHOW YOUR COLORS. Wear your jerseys, wave your flags, and light up social media. The world needs to see what the GOLD ARMY is made of.

🏆 THE FINAL COUNTDOWN 🏆

📅 Super Bowl Sunday

⏳ Deadline for full fan rally: Sunday, February 9th, 2 PM GMT

Report of the match will come soon after.

We are one team, one family, one unstoppable force. The Titans think they’re ready—let’s prove them wrong.

⚔️ NO FEAR. NO DOUBT. NO MERCY. ⚔️

🔥 GOLDEN KNIGHTS—ALL IN. 🔥

previous match ->

[usertoxicyaoi]

HIGUCHI KOUHEI x MASHIKO ATSUKI. Behind The Scenes.

[sccpmccabe]

The club after my heart!

[caterpillarinacave]

We can all agree those NATM3 promotional clips are the best right

[tracksuitlesbian]

[hendolish]

England NT Fic Recs ♡

never know where to start for a pairing or you're new to england nt rpf? here's a shameless collection of my favourite fics to give you a head start 🫶🏻 ———

Jack Grealish/Jordan Henderson

melt by inlovewithnight (8k)

soulmate au where you feel everything your soulmate does and can't bear being too far away from each other. they're just so at ease and in love with each other in this. probably my favourite hendolish fic! <3

About as subtle as an earthquake, I know by Lizz_88 (Bluejay00) (68k)

jack's a stripper, jordan's himself. so much more than what it says on the tin! all the characters are super complex and it takes a lot of work for these two to get together (with no shortage of lap dances and smut along the way) <3

Calm Before The Storm by preachingdoll (6k)

post-euro 2020 heartbreak jack needs a bit of help coping. jordan's there to offer a helping hand... the smut and dirty talk is 10/10

best worst behaviour by Bellelaide (25k)

kind of a hendolish classic, jordan puts bratty jack in his place.

♡

John Stones/Jordan Pickford

Sun City AU by Bellelaide (series, 40k)

honestly one of my favourite fics ever, let alone footie-wise. jordan's on a very british all-inclusive holiday at a hotel where john works. the vibes are just immaculate, you can visualise everything so clearly and there's so much depth to their characters!

Ice Melts by Bellelaide (7k)

enemies to lovers kinda? john doesn't think much of jordan before the 2018 wc but the further they get in the tournament, the closer they become. amazing characterisation and banter as always.

Helping Hand by slatkomore (14k)

with john's career ended abruptly by an injury, he turns to coaching instead and soon becomes the england u19s manager where he meets the goalkeeper coach, jordan pickford...

your world cup or mine? by Bellelaide (15k)

john goes to sleep at the 2022 wc and wakes up back in 2018 where he and jordan aren't together and barely friends. such an interesting concept and dynamic!

♡

Jack Grealish/John Stones

The Things We Did and Didn't Do by InTheFicOfIt (series, 104k)

john and jack sleep together in the aftermath of the euros, the following fic explores everything that comes after, including jack moving to man city and their friends finding out. i'm never usually tempted by this pairing but this fic is so damn good! it's written so wonderfully and there's so much of it- i couldn't put it down!

♡

Ben white/Aaron Ramsdale

happy together by foxholecourts (1k)

this fic perfectly encapsulates their vibe for me. the back and forth between the two of them is just delightful and exactly how i imagine them to be together, but it's also as equally sappy! i love these two idiots sm <3

watching you watching me by foxholecourts (2k)

ben likes to be watched... 10/10 benaaron characterisation from this author as always.

sweettalker by Anonymous (5k)

smut with a lot of dirty talk about the other arsenal lads. ben is very complex in this- an interesting take on their relationship!

I’m Not In Love by ceraunophilex (1k)

aaron falls in love immediately, ben slowly warms to him. short and sweet.

♡

Jordan Henderson/Trent Alexander-Arnold

Shake Me Into the Night by orphan_account (17k)

always hits me right in the feels. based around liverpool winning the champions league, the writing is so detailed and amazing!!

♡

Jude Bellingham/Reece James

the sun and the rainfall by ohsusie (series, 6k)

jude asks reece about some of the rumours surrounding him to help him broach a sensitive topic of his own. reece gives him some guidence. they're so sweet in this!

♡

Dele Alli/Eric Dier

In This World Of Ours by dierdele (53k)

the classic deledier best friends to lovers 2018 world cup get-together fic. you can't beat it, literally so cute oml.

♡

Marcus Rashford/Jesse Lingard

both your hands in the holes of my sweater by yvenger (jjjat3am) (3k)

this one is so much fun hehe, the ~2018 man u squad if they were a sunday league team where jesse's very confident and marcus has a huge crush on him. love the inner dialogue so, so much. ending is super cute!!

i can feel that body shake by princessrosberg (3k)

an england nt night out leads to them getting together and their first time! jesse and marcus characterisations are on point, esp the way they talk to each other <3

♡

Harry Kane/Gareth Southgate

All Good Things... by orphan_account (12k)

their established relationship is so cute in this! post-2018 wc and preparing for the euros, england team banter is perfect.

wished by orphan_account (23k)

gareth is harry's p.e teacher at school. listen… no comment... there's a reason it's the most kudos-ed southkane fic

♡

[aaronazizsasilver5]

Yo even the Adelaide Crows joined da gold side bruhs, so come on join us, ya wont regret a thing brahs.

mesaage either me or @brodygold to get ya golden brocessed brahs

[bensdavies]

levy outers crying that people were having a pint in the stadium after the game yesterday oh my god get a grip! why would i go and stand in a cramped pub that charges more for a pint than the stadium when i am already in the fucking stadium

[horriblehistorieschild]