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traveltrainsandcoffee · 6 months ago

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THE FFL END OF SEASON REVIEW 2023/24

The summer of 2023. Australia had retained the Ashes, bloody Manchester rain and a very controversial stumping. In football Man City had won the treble in May, but the big talk in the Premiership and FFL was about Harry Kane. Kane had been in most people’s teams for many years, but was probably leaving Spurs, but where? City, United? Spain? Germany or the Saudi Pro league. Several stars followed CR7 to Saudi Arabia, including Manager Steven Gerrard with his dodgy attempted Arabic and Jordon Henderson who caused a stir after always supporting LGBT+ then moving to a country which strictly banned such things.

The FFL had been won by a Colin for the last 3 seasons. The Hawk had the title and back in May he stated that he was only a couple of dodgy weekends off the treble. Could he go even better, what about Our Grimsby Roma. In 2022 he set a world record point’s score in winning the league. Mark Taylor had led the league, but ran out of steam and players finishing second, could he challenge again. Senol Durmush and Andy Flanagan had both won cups and were among the favourites. Could Kieron Mullin get back to winning ways?

The Euros awaiting at the end of the season, but just before the season started sad news. Former work colleague and friend Steven Spence died. Spenny won the 2004 Euro FFL. Rest in peace mate.

New managers joined FFL, both had had a go in the World cup, now the real thing for Holly Shakeshaft and Blessing Charumbira. FFL had now had members from Europe, North America, South America and now Africa. It then looked like Kane was staying, but just at the deadline Kane went to Germany and my phone exploded with managers frantically changing their strikers, well a couple missed the deadline and had to start with only 20 players. Thanks Harry. Milner was still in FFL, 3 years after I said it was the end for him Barista Sarah put him in the Team Aroma. So as England were battling and eventually losing in the final of the Women's World cup, The FFL started, with The Hawk as the early leader, with Senol, Paul Taylor and The Knightrider best of the rest.

September started with the return of Origi to the Premier league with Forest. Some managers in FFL seemed more interested in the size of his err, appendage than his football skills. The Hawk was starting ok, but behind the scenes all was not well, angry worried texts from him showed how many players were missing. His team was falling apart and in real trouble. A very understrength Hawk was beaten by Senol Durmush in the Bennett's Shield and went into freefall. Senol was going very well at the top of the league, but with many players injured, many FFL teams were suffering penalty points already. After a poor start Mark Taylor went for an Ice-cream with Harry Maguire at Mablethorpe. By the end of September Senol was still top, facing an unlikely challenge from Team Aroma, yes Team Aroma were doing well. That will never last.

October and VAR madness was in the headlines. A complete breakdown in communications between the VAR bunker and the ref resulted in a total mess. Liverpool and Liverpool fans felt a total injustice. Disco Lee Ritchie had a good online moan. The PGMOL stated that human error was to blame. In the champion’s league first group stage, Tappy, Sally Sands, Andy Flanagan and Mark Taylor were top of the groups. The Hawk was having a nightmare and was out. The month also saw the passing of Francis Lee and Bill Kenwright, along with World cup winner Sir Bobby Charlton. Bobby was probably England’s greatest ever player. In the league only 1 point between the top three of Jon Thomson, Team Aroma and Senol Durmush. Yes Team Aroma were still challenging.

November and three things I didn’t expect to be saying. Cameron back in the cabinet, Farage going into the jungle and Team Aroma top of the league. Our Grimsby Roma questioned how on earth have they done this? This would be a start of a great run by Team Aroma. Aroma famous for always doing badly, famous for some very dodgy player picks were top, clear and pulling away. Definitely their greatest FFL run in their history. Not so great news for Everton as they were deducted a record 10 points for spending far less than Chelsea, and Man City, but more than their Premiership allowance would permit. That’s fair play for you. Everton would get 4 points back on appeal, but have another 2 points taken for the same reason during mostly the same time period??? Forest had points deducted too. Imagine how many points they would have been deducted if they had spent as much as Chelsea have in the last two seasons? Man City had 115 charges hanging over their head, but this may take till the end of time to deal with. FFP and VAR would really spoil this season.

More sad news as former England manager Terry Venables sadly died. I don’t think anyone our age will forget the summer of 96. Early December and a bad injury to Goalkeeper Pope would have a huge impact on many teams. With Ramsdale not playing, Allison injured and so many defenders missing, this season would see more penalty points than ever before. In the champions league second group stages it was very tight. The final games saw last season’s winner Andy Flanagan along with Sally Sands, Kieron Mullin and Colin Fenwick through to the semi-finals. Mary Earps won SPOTY and had a Nottingham tram named after her. The AROMA TRAIN kept on rolling, they were now 30 points clear at the top and the Christmas number one. Could this be a Leicester city moment, could anyone stop them?

Over Christmas and New Year so much happened. Rishi came to Lincoln and even met Blessing’s mum in Sainsburys.. Orange netting flapping around in the wind caused panic at Blackpool tower, Klopp broke Tsimikas collarbone and the world was being introduced to the oldest looking 16 year old, Luke ‘the nuke’ Littler. Joey Barton started mouthing off against women in football and generally making a fool of himself. My German trip didn’t go very well. Firstly Harry Kane didn’t join me in the Augustiner Keller, then angry farmers, rail strikes, delays and rail replacement buses brought misery. More sad news as one of the world’s greatest ever players Franz Beckenbauer passed away. Back in Lincoln for my birthday and that life size cut out of Divock Origi was still stalking me from behind the bar in Red5. During all this time Team Aroma were top and clear. Barista Shann wanted to make room for the trophy, Olivia started writing a Team Aroma chant. There was even talk of an open top TVR ride along Guildhall Street with the trophy, if they won. You can almost see Andy driving, with Sarah and Shann in the back holding up the trophy. January ended with the news that Klopp would be leaving Liverpool at the end of the season. Lots of tears from Disco, Holly and half of Merseyside. Jordan Henderson hadn’t settled in Saudi and wanted out. I donated to Stonewall and ActionAid again, when asked on the website why I was donating I simply put ‘disappointed with Jordan Henderson’. A bit of edge crept into FFL. A few digs at Team Aroma from some managers including Colin Fenwick comparing it to an infinite number of monkeys writing the complete works of Shakespeare. Team Aroma’s Sarah came firing back. Not with Keegan style madness, but with Shakespeare. Not since the days of Flannery , Padgham and Burnett battling with Flynny and Mullin had we seen such scenes.

The FA cup. Team Aroma, Our Grimsby Roma and Jon Thomson got first round byes. The first leg of both champions league semi-finals were both draws. The FA CUP 1st round saw wins for Duncan Mackenzie who beat Gareth Dyke, Danny Lawson hammered Holly, Pam Taylor beat Andy Flanagan and Kieron beat Blessing. The tie of the round saw FA cup holder Senol beat Disco Lee Ritchie by 2 points. Blessing overlooked this disappointment and started crowing about Arsenal winning the league this season. Colin Fenwick won his champions league semi against holder Andy Flanagan, while Kieron beat Sally in the other semi. These were good days for Our Grimsby Roma, a Champions league final, starting to close the gap on Team Aroma and last 8 in the FA cup. Possible treble? The second round saw Jon beat Duncan, Kieron beat Danny and Colin beat Pam. Senol beat Team Aroma. More bad news for Aroma as the lead was being chipped away. Sad news as German world cup winner Andres Brehme died. Under pressure Roy Hodgson ended up in hospital and eventually left Palace. Liverpool WON the EFL cup, ‘beating the blue billion dollar bottle jobs’ Chelsea, not my words, but the words of Gary Neville.

In the FFL, the dream was over. After leading for 3 and a half months, key injuries saw Team Aroma slide down the table. Both Kieron Mullin and Colin Fenwick were going for the treble. The champion’s league first leg saw Kieron get a 2 point lead. Penalty points were hurting so many teams. Jon Thomson was 3 points clear of Kieron with Danny Lawson 3rd. The FA Cup semi-final saw Jon beat Kieron and Colin beat Senol. This ended Kieron’s treble dream and Senol’s hold on the FA cup. As Easter approached Jon had 15 point lead at the top.

Easter and it's very tight at the top. The penalty points have kept scores lower this year, but it’s very close between Jon Thomson, Kieron Mullin, Colin Fenwick and Danny Lawson. There was a national outcry as Nike changed the England Flag on the England shirt, not to mention the price £125. In FFL in one week every single manager apart from Holly got penalty points. Kieron Mullin won the first trophy of 2024 in winning the champions league. This was Kieron's 13th FFL trophy, an FFL record and the end of Colin Fenwick treble dream. It was also around this time that we were all introduced to the term 'Pickfordsexual' now I'm pretty clued up on the modern gender and sexual spectrum, but this one was new to me.

Harry Kane left spurs to win titles, unfortunately as the saying goes 'you can take the boy from Spurs, but you can’t take the Spurs from the boy' for the first time in 12 years Bayern München didn't win the league. Poor Harry, you really should have joined me for that beer at the Augustiner Keller.

By April Jon was 13 clear at the top of the league and preparing for an FA Cup final. Possible double. A bad couple of games for Arsenal saw them lose ground in the league and out of Europe. Blessing who had been very confident of their success was crushed, so much so that he started quoting Friedrich Nietzsche. This along with Sarah Henderson quoting Shakespeare makes you think ' whatever happened to the days of people shouting I would Love it if we beat them, love it.' More sad news as Joe Kinnear died, I remember seeing him as a manager on the touchline at a couple of games.

Late April and something very strange happened. Everton who started to improve beat Forest 2 nil. However 3 possible Forest penalty shouts were not given and VAR didn’t get involved. Forest issued a statement after the game accusing the Premier league of putting a Luton fan in the VAR box and that they were considering their options. This felt like full on tinfoil hat conspiracy time. Who was to blame for this very miss-guided statement? Nuno, The strange Greek owner or Mark Clattenburg in his vague ref advisory role at Forest. Most of the footballing world came out and condemned Forest. The FA talked of charging them with bringing the game into disrepute. Then shortly afterwards Clattenburg left his role at Forest. 'Clattenburg, you will go on my first whistle.' The FA Cup final was an all Italian affair as Juvejon played Our Grimsby Roma. Klopp and Salah had their touch line bust up, I was watching the game in a pub in Norwich with Holly Shakeshaft. We were given the true London stadium feel as the TV screen was about 5 miles from where we were sat. Colin Fenwick won the FA cup final by 4 points to win his 3rd FFL. Liverpool had found Klopps replacement, A Dutchman who looks like a cross between MVG and Matt Lucas called. Arne Slot.

May and the FFL was becoming a 2 maybe 3 horse race. Jon Thomson was top, with Kieron Mullin 2nd and Our Grimsby Roma 3rd, but 15 points back. Leicester City were heading back to the Premiership, Bayern were knocked out of Europe and Kane would again finish trophyless. The hammer blow, the KO came in the final few Man City games. Defender Gvardiol, who had missed a chunk of the season started scoring goals and keeping clean sheets. He got Kieron 12 points in only 2 games. Going into the final Premiership weekend Kieron was 15 points clear of Jon at the top.

The final weekend of the season saw Usyk beat Fury, Man City win their 4th Premier title in a row and Liverpool fans said their tearful goodbyes to Klopp. Kieron Mullin had all but wrapped up the FFL title. A now 17 point lead and with similar players left in the FA Cup meant he couldn’t really be caught. Moyes left West Ham, Pochettino was sacked. Luke Littler won the Premier League of darts and Rishi called a general Election. During his attempt at being a normal bloke he asked a group of Welsh guys if they were looking forward to the football (Euros). Wales haven't qualified.

The FA Cup final saw a mix up in City's defence and Utd go one up, two, no its offside , but soon it was two nil. Final few minutes and it 2v1. Utd hang on and win the FA Cup. No double for City, but is Ten Hag still getting the sack?

So Kieron added The FFL title to his Champions League title a record 14th career trophy, amazing when you consider he got -50 in penalty points. Jon Thomson took second place and Colin Fenwick 3rd. Colin also won the FA Cup. Team Aroma had their highest ever finish of 8th and made the champions league for the first time ever. A brilliant season for them, but it all felt disappointing after once being 30 points clear at the top, Andrew, Sarah, Shann, Olivia and the rest lamenting what might have been. The final champions league spot went to Blessing, by just 2 points over Tappy.

Thank you for a great Season, really great fun, soon be time for Euro FFL and we go again for the main event starting again in August

2 Final thoughts.

1. Will Kane ever win a trophy?

2. Can Team Aroma repeat this again next season?

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stevestonbike · 1 year ago

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Gimme a brake.

The blue bike (Canyon CR7) has disc brakes. I have fancy aero wheels I got a few months ago and swapped the brake disks and cassette over no problemo. I just realized that it is about one year ago I got it. I have about 4100 km on her. I wonder how the brakes are doing? It is easy to check rim brakes, you look at them. Disc pads are buried inside some bracketry.

I want to check the pads for wear. On-line they say they can wear out in a thousand miles. Oh dear dear I am way over that. No mention if that is crazy downhill mountain bikers or what. I need a micrometer caliper thingy to measure the pads. Brand new they are about 2mm thick. That aint much. They are at the end of life at 0.5mm, that is less.

So I root around my tools looking for my old caliper. My tool box is subject to quantum uncertainty. When I am looking for a particular tool it is never there. It will be in the way of everything when I am not looking for it though. It is an old thing and uses a vernier gauge no batteries or digital read out.

Anyway it refuses to be found. I really want to check the wear as in three weeks I am going to Whistler. OK I will buy a new one. Only about 30 bucks for a digital readout fancy thing in a nice case. Hard to lose that in the quantum toolbox. I do so purchase one.

I pull out the little tiny pads on the back wheel. Type J05C if that means anything. They have fancy heat sink fins on them for mountain biking. I measure the total thickness at 3.5mm. The metal backing is 1.6mm, so 1.9mm of pad almost new? I do not think I am particularly gentle, but I aint particularly fast either. Same on the front pads. Hmmmm.

I bought a set of new pads in spring just in case. They are J04c which are a metallic compound. They are the only ones I could find that looked like the ones on my bike. These pads are about the same price as for my car brakes. I suppose in the big picture they are more life critical. In any event I have a lot more life left in these things and that included some winter riding. Though I do not do muddy mountain bike and gravel stuff.

I wonder about the discs then. Apparently you stop using them if they go under 1.5mm thick. I have to measure them too. Those are actually more expensive than on my car, but they are laminated with stainless on two sides of aluminum. Very tricky to do that they are metallurgically incompatible. I will measure that when I go out tonight for my Tuesday ride. Probably pretty new as well I reckon.

#disc brakes #fitblr #bikeblr #old man on a bike #granfondo whistler #cycling in vancouver #shimano ultegra

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birdstooth · 2 years ago

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Omg so full disclosure I haven’t read this YET but I’m reblogging for later bc I saw the SOCCER descriptor and was like yyyaaaassssss, finally something I have a clue about😭😭😭

a lot of random speculation under the cut

Side note: Does anyone else feel like they are missing out on some aspect of the story when they don’t have a full understanding of the AU concept??Mob!Character? Yeah… idk how the mob works outside of goofy Italian stereotypes and SNL skits. Biker!character? Not really sure what the vibe is like in biker gang tbh. Best Friend!Character? Brother, I haven’t had non-hostile interaction with another human being since I ate my sibling in the womb so idk what to say here either (jk… I was an only child in the womb)

Anyway, I feel I have an adequate knowledge of soccer so here’s my pregame analysis of the story based solely on the moodboard/graphic. I look forward to reading the fic after and being completely wrong about everything lmao.

FIRST, I’m looking at the jerseys.

The colour scheme says Argetina (lol I prob only thought this bc the WC is still kinda recent in my mind), but the lions say EPL.

Next thought: Is this a reference? An homage to some player? A basis for one of the characters? Who has worn those jersey numbers in the past??

With that in mind, here’s my list of the most notable (to me) players who have worn 7 or 17 from some of the more well-known teams in recent-ish history

Chelsea:

Ramirez

Scott Parker (to all the naysayers - yeah maybe he’s a mediocre player that isn’t in the same league most of the others on this list, but he still deserves a spot ok. Why? Bc I’m pretty sure he was England captain in a friendly PLUS, his haircut makes him look like a handsome ww2 RAF pilot)

Didier Deschamps (!!)

#17. Eden Hazard

SPURS (COYS♥️):

#7. As much as I love Sonny (Son Heung-mi), there’s no one really famous famous that has worn this number

#17. Kevin Prince-Boateng (aka the brother that’s that’s not Jérôme lol), Moussa Sissoko

Manchester United:

#7. The man, the myth, the legend… CR7 himself lmao

#17. Nani

Manchester City:

#7. James Milner

#17. Jerome Boateng, Kevin De Bruyne

Liverpool (my dad’s home team haha):

#7. Luis Suárez (the guy that bites people) , James Milner (with his second appearance on this list!)

#17. Álvaro Arbeloa

Arsenal:

#7. No one??? Or maybe this is just my spurs bias showing omg sorry lol

#17. Alexis Sánchez?

Sorry if your fav team didn’t make it on the list lol

So looking this over, no one really jumps out as being particularly “Bucky” or “Steve” characters (other than Scott Parker…for his haircut). Like, even if we take the most lauded player CR7, his diva attitude kind of rules him out as the basis for either of these guys so I guess OP just liked those numbers or maybe I missed another hint??

If I had to choose players to base them on tho, I can definitely see Bucky being a midfield maestro like Schweinstieger just based on that one post someone made explaining how he had to do mad quick algebra equations in his head to accurately snipe people, so yeah, he seems like he could be a "see the big picture"/orchestrate the plays kind of dude.

And Steve I can see as a Neuer-like team captain, not just bc they are both tall, stoic blonde ppl, but they both have this calm leader energy on one hand, and boundless enthusiasm on the other (Neuer’s post match heat map.... dude wants to play midfield lol it gave me a heart attack everytime he left his post)

But neither of those fellas is a striker and I feel like the moodboard implies that one of them should be, so I have zero conclusions here. I mean I can also maybe picture Bucky being like a cocky Giroud kind of striker? idk idk.

What Just Happened?

Pairing: College!SoccerPlayer!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader and College!SoccerPlayer!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: Fed up with having your feelings played with you decide to have some fun with a with your friend Steve.

Warnings: 18+ MDI. There's no actual smut but defo some mature sexual themes the whole way through. Little bit of angst, feelings and some swearing too

A/N: This is my first time writing college Bucky and I certainly didn't set out to make him an athlete too but the story went that way so yeah! I'm excited!!

Divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics and mood board by me ☺️

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You knew it was wrong to play with people’s feelings, it was never your intention to hurt anyone. You were left with no choice, you had been an innocent bystander when hurricane Bucky Barnes tore through you and wrecked your heart.

It was hard to put him out of your mind, but you’d be damned if you were just going to sit and pine over him until the day you graduated.

If anyone else had been around that night you probably would have gone for them, but Steve was there, he was cute and down to have a good time with you.

You and he were in identical situations, you were crying into your ice cream tub over Bucky and he was completely hung up on Natasha. You were just two friends messing around, hopelessly trying to forget someone else.

Most of all, you were painfully aware of how stupid it was to fall in love with your roommate and your best friend. It’s not like you had any control over it though.

You and Bucky clicked from the moment you met freshman year. He’d come rushing past you in the library all in a fluster, completely lost, looking for the same seminar room you’d given up on finding minutes before. He threw himself down in the chair beside you, grumbling apologies as he intensely stared at a crumpled map.

Despite the first week nerves bubbling in your stomach, you pushed through and offered him a strawberry Mento and a friendly smile. He was the first person you’d built up the courage to speak to and you were so happy you did.

You sat and spoke for hours, the seminar long forgotten about as you made fast friends. You shared everything with one another, from your big dreams to deepest secrets. It was like you were meant to meet.

You were the founding members of your friend group, you’d both brought everyone together piece by piece until the puzzle was complete. You’d created a family away from all of your homes.

You weren’t sure when your feelings changed for Bucky, you always loved him but being in love with him had developed over time. I had crept up on you out of nowhere.

It’d been easier to ignore when you were living with Wanda, but by the end of junior year she moved in with her boyfriend and it seemed that Bucky was the only person on campus with a spare room.

Being thrown into close quarters with him all the time added pressure to your friendship. It brought feelings bubbling up to the surface that you’d pushed down for so long.

Now that you lived together, it was harder to stop the casual flirting; you didn’t go out of your way to touch each other, somehow you just always were. It was all just too easy and the way you both liked it. You’d created the perfect recipe for a disaster.

Despite the constant battle with your feelings, you thought you had everything under control. Until the touching and the flirting crossed over the line.

It started five weeks ago. You began sharing secret drunk kisses, hidden in the dark corners of some sweaty frat house.

It never went further than a steamy kiss, Bucky always stopped it. No matter how good it felt to have your lips on his, to have his arms wrapped around your body, he always stopped it.

I don’t wanna compromise our friendship.

That was his excuse, his reason for stopping. And each time he stopped, you stood there, nodding breathlessly as his cologne flooded your nostrils, sending your fuzzy brain sky high. You understood, but it was still a bitter pill to swallow.

Bucky was the perfect guy, but he had serious commitment issues. He never understood how much he was hurting you when he bought some random back on the same nights he made out with you. It was the purest form of torture having to listen to his night time activities through the paper thin walls.

You knew all of them meant nothing and somehow that made it hurt more. It was all fine, that’s what you kept telling yourself, until it wasn’t. Until it became too much, the constant, never ending heartbreak for you, all the while Bucky continued to dangle himself in front of you like the most delicious doughnut in the bakery.

So you snapped.

Steve was already sitting at the usual table in your most beloved bar with an empty whiskey glass and the saddest look in his eyes when you arrived.

A couple of poorly played pool games and an unhealthy amount of alcohol led to you both spilling your secrets all over the sticky tables. Sharing things you’d vowed never to speak out loud.

You don’t remember who suggested what, but within a few hours you were back at your apartment. Your clothes tangled up in dribs and drabs from the front door to your bedroom. You’d left the perfect breadcrumb trail for Bucky to find upon returning home from practice.

You were too wrapped up in Steve to care about Bucky’s feelings, for once you were putting yourself first. Steve knew exactly how to make you writhe underneath him, he had you whimpering his name brokenly loud enough to travel through the walls.

For once you fell asleep satisfied, not miserable, lulled to sleep by Steve’s soft snores.

As you stirred awake, a foreign serenity settled over you with Steve’s strong arms wrapped around your body, pulling you into him. Blinking your eyes open, you smiled as his lips grazed your length of your neck, reminding you of the night before.

“Morning.” The gravel in his tone, set off a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your tummy. “I had a lot of fun last night.”

“Me too, Steve.” You giggled, he was so warm and playful in the morning, it really took you by surprise.

Steve sat up against the headboard, sleep still dusted over his feature. The sunlight streamed in from the window and illuminated his pale skin. His usually perfectly styled golden hair were now flat and messy.

“What?” He asked, meeting your gaze.

You sheepishly pulled your lip between your teeth and shook your head quickly, “nothing, just admiring a pretty face.” Steve laughed loudly, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Thanks for getting my mind off of everything last night.” He held his hand out to you, lacing your fingers together and pulled you into his lap. “Can I cook you breakfast, as a thank you?” His large hands squeezed your thighs gently.

A smile fought its way onto your lips, your hands resting on top of his. “Only if you make me pancakes.”

“It’s like you read my mind.” He chuckled, pressing his lips to yours softly.

Steve carried you giggling from your bed to the countertop, offering a stern order to stay put while he cooked, followed up with a sweet kiss.

So you sat there on the counter in his oversized training shirt from soccer. Your feet were dangling and your fingers were tapping the side in time with the soft music playing from the radio.

Steve whipped up the fluffiest looking pancakes you’d ever laid eyes on and brewed the perfect pot of coffee. He was a natural in the kitchen, the sight of the food had you salivating.

It was as you watched him cook and ate you delicious breakfast that you pondered over the whole situation. You and Steve had always been close but Bucky remained an unspoken boundary between you. Last night you’d broken that down barrier and it had you questioning why you’d never done it before, because you got on so well.

Everything about the morning was so easy and fun. Under all the smiles though, a pebble of fear settled in your stomach, it was scary how natural it felt with Steve, but that was a crisis for another day.

The sound of Bucky’s door flying open sent a knife piercing through the lightness in the kitchen. The apartment walls trembled nervously as his door collided with the wall. Steve flipped his final pancake and promptly placed it on top of his stack.

Your appetite died almost instantly, but you continued to munch on your maple covered pancakes, even if it was out of fear.

As his footsteps grew louder, so did the blood rushing to your ears. You wanted to sink into the ground, but Bucky was standing in the kitchen well before hell decided to swallow you up.

“Morning Buck!” Steve sang over his shoulder as he finished up with the toppings on his pancakes. He was totally oblivious to the deep blue stare burning a hole in the back of his head.

Bucky’s eyes flickered from Steve to you and back again, he’d seen your clothes on the floor last night but seeing you both in the flesh together felt surreal. You were completely frozen in place, each time his hard stare met your guilty eyes, your heart leaped out of its chest.

A lump formed in your throat as his eyes travelled down your body, taking in the sight of you in his best friend’s jersey. His eyes stopped mid thigh, where the shirt stopped and then he met your eyes once again, a vacant look in his eyes.

While Steve had gobbled down his pancakes at lightning speed, yours remained half eaten on the counter next to you. He grabbed his coffee from the side and took a final swig.

Bucky’s eyes widened in a way you’d never seen before, if he was a cartoon character you were certain they would have fallen out of his head.

“Is that my coffee mug?” He spat venomously.

Steve’s brows furrowed, inspecting the Team’s Best Striker mug, that you’d bought Bucky for his birthday, firmly in his grasp and shrugged. “Uhh…yeah, it was on the draining board this morning. Sorry Buck.” He shot his friend a confused look before putting the empty mug in the sink.

You cast your eyes to the floor, unable to stand the weight of your guilt dragging the mood down in the room, it’d soured the happy start to the morning. Every second that ticked by the tension grew thicker. You felt awful for parading Steve around the apartment in front of Bucky, it was selfish.

Another very awkward beat passed between the three of you until Steve’s phone chimed. The sound was a rude awakening from the self-loathing pit you were spiralling into at a rapid rate.

“Ah shit, gonna be late to practice, I gotta shoot.” Steve announced, grabbing his keys from the counter beside you. “I’ll text you later,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. “You coming Buck?”

“In a minute.” Bucky grunted under his breath, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. Steve took the incoherent mumble for what it was and headed towards the door.

“Wait Steve, what about your shirt?” You called out, cringing as the words left your lips. You felt yourself making the whole situation worse, but it was like word vomit.

“Keep it, it looks better on you anyways.” He shot you a wink and sprinted out of the room.

You could feel the steam rising from Bucky’s body, you could hear how harshly he was grinding his teeth. He was doing everything in his power not to launch at his best friend and punch him in the throat.

The dust settled into the uncomfortable silence as the door slammed shut. Bucky remained in his place, his cheeks flushed, jaw wound impossibly tight, blue eyes flaming.

“Buck I didn’t know you’d be home, I’m so-” The words tumbled out of your mouth in a nervous jumble, but Bucky held his hand up to stop you.

“Please don’t speak for a second.” He muttered.

“Okay.”

It felt like you sat there for a hundred years as he processed everything, you waited and waited. And yet, everything happened in such a blur, so quickly.

One moment you were metres apart and then he was right in front of you. He slotted himself between your dangling legs, his cold metal hand ran up the length of your thigh, along the curve of your body. Carefully exploring your body over Steve’s t-shirt.

His other hand cupped your cheek and pulled your face towards his, smashing his lips down onto yours. He kissed you with a neediness and passion that shocked you.

Your lips reacted before your brain could stop you, your fingers clawed at his body desperately pulling him closer to you. You matched his need with your own, it was a clash of teeth and tongues.

Bucky’s metal fingertips hooked under your knee, pulling you forwards into him more and wrapped your legs around his torso.

He pulled back and placed kisses all over your face, stopping when his lips hovered over yours once again and breathed you in.

His minty fresh breath attacked your senses, perfectly balancing the sweet and sour scent of the pancakes and coffee lingering on your breath.

You tipped your head upwards, your nose brushing his and reconnected your mouths again. This time it was slower, but you felt the passion he poured into your lips.

His vibranium hand held the back of your neck firmly, keeping you in place. Your fingers tangled through his messy brown locks and tugged gently. A soft moan erupted from his check, it was the most heavenly sound you’d ever heard.

Bucky’s warm hand traced soft patterns along your thighs pushing up the shirt higher and higher until his fingers ghosted over your soaked panties.

You whined into his mouth, your hips bucked into his hand desperate for more from him.

“Bucky, please.” You whimpered into his mouth.

Bucky’s movements stilled, your words awoke him from whatever jealous spell had overcome him. He pulled away from you, his chest heaved steadily as he caught his breath, his lips were swollen, his cheeks tinged pink.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He breathed, before backing out of the room and making a run for the front door.

You sat there for God knows how long replaying the moment over and over in your head, trying to make any sort of sense of it.

You weren’t sure where he’d gone or why he would leave so suddenly, but it didn’t feel like he’d truly left you. You could still taste the minty reminiscence of his toothpaste on your tongue, feel his lips moving against yours, his handprints marked on your body.

Now your head was truly fucked.

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#Steve Rogers x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #I am excite #to read later #reading list

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sunsetfanfics · 4 years ago

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All I Want

(Jadon Sancho x Reader)

Jadon imagine where he really likes you but knows you won’t be with him because of his fboy lifestyle and you always joke about it and he tried to get you or something along those lines please if you can x

Warning: a bit of harsh language

You drag yourself into the break room, feet aching. Tom, your coworker, watched in amusement as you plopped down into the chair across from him, a sigh escaping your lips.

"Tired?"

You look up to see him smile, which you can't help but reciprocate.

"A bit, yeah."

"Only an hour left now, then you get to go home." He replies, to which you nod.

"Yeah, only an hour. You say that as if it'll magically make me feel better."

He shrugs. "It should. You've already worked for seven hours. Plus you have off tomorrow."

"I guess, can you get me a water?"

He chuckles and nods, getting up and walking over to the mini fridge in the corner.

"So, do you have any news on you-know-who?" He asks, receiving a groan in response.

"I think he knows, to be honest. It's not like I'm blowing him off or anything, but his lifestyle just,, isn't for me."

Tom nods, walking back over to hand you an ice cold bottle.

"Thank you." You mutter, receiving a nod in response.

"Well, do you like him?" He questions, sitting back down.

You twist off the cap and don't hesitate to take a swig of cold water.

Once you feel somewhat replenished, you put the bottle on the ground and twist the cap back on.

"To be honest,,," you pause, "I do. I really really do. I just,, I wish he wasn't such a fuckboy. Because underneath that layer is a really kind individual.

"I would date him if he didn't play this,, character. I just-"

But you didn't get the chance to finish as the bell rang outside.

You threw your head back, "fuck my life!"

Tom giggled as he watched you stand up and hurry back out to the desk.

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As the last hour wound down, there wasn't much to do, but you still managed to keep yourself busy.

Once your shift finished, you went back into the break room, saying goodbye to the few coworkers that were in there on your way out.

Nobody knew about this whole 'situation' with Jadon except for a few people, each of whom you trusted with every fibre of your being. You trusted them to keep this within the group, knowing that if it got out your name along with 'Jadon Sancho's girlfriend' would be everywhere.

As you walked out to your car, you got a text from Tom.

'Did you see his new post on ig?'

You instinctively rolled your eyes. What new flex would it be this time?

'I'll look at it when I get home' you replied as you dug your keys out of your pocket and unlocked your door.

On the whole ride home, you couldn't help but think about him. Even if you tried to think of something else, your mind would somehow twist whatever you were thinking about to always go back to him.

Pulling into the driveway, you had finally managed to stop thinking about him, since you were now thinking about what to eat for breakfast, seeing as it was only 7:18am.

You turned the car off and opened the door, practically hauling yourself out of the driver's seat.

Today was the most difficult 8-hour shift you've done to date, which meant you were beyond worn out.

Your sore feet somehow carried you into the house where, no surprise, your best friend was nowhere to be found.

You both typically worked opposite shifts, so you rarely saw each other, but sometimes you could catch each other just as one was returning home and the other was leaving.

Though it defeated the whole purpose of owning a house together, it was kinda nice to have the space all to yourself after a tough shift.

As you sat down, rather forcefully, on the couch, you flipped your shoes off and grabbed the tv remote sitting on the coffee table. You fully stretched out as you turned the tv on.

This was the routine you had grown accustomed to: you got home, let yourself relax for a bit, then got to work doing something else for a while, then went to bed.

As you pressed the button to turn on Netflix for perfect background noise, your phone went off.

You ignored it, deciding to wait till you had the show set up to check it.

DING! DING! DING!

Notification after notification piled up until you couldn't take it anymore.

You angrily dug your phone out of your pocket and looked at it, the screen lit up with even more texts from your coworker group chat.

You roll your eyes and groan, shifting your attention back to getting The Great British Baking Show on.

Once it started playing, you finally read through the texts.

'Y/N!'

'HAS ANYTHING HAPPENED WITH JADON'

'PLS TELL US'

'omg look at his latest post'

'DAMNNN'

'yall did y/n look @ the post'

'idk but 👀👀'

'he looks like a fboy to me tbh lmaooo sorry Y/N'

You couldn't help but laugh at the last one.

Switching to instagram, you check to see what all the fuss is about.

The post in question? No surprise, a few photos of him shirtless on his friend's expensive yacht.

You roll your eyes, "my god Jadon."

Despite posting classic fuckboy photos on instagram, you couldn't help but get a few butterflies in your stomach.

You double tap on the photo, then go back to the groupchat, only for a new text to pop up.

Jadon ⚽🔥 hey 😛

Another eye roll.

'hey Jadon'

'I saw you liked my recent 👀👀'

Uh oh. This won't end well.

'yeah'

'do you like what you see? 😜'

There it is.

'eh, ig. cr7 has better abs, though.'

'sure, for now.'

'right. I'll hold you to that.'

'wish you would hold something else, if you know what I mean 😉'

Jesus Christ.

'haha. what were you even drinking in that photo?'

'something exotic 🍹'

'yeah, it looks it.'

'haha yeah. anyways, wyd?'

There it is. The holy grail of fuckboys. The three letters everyone dreads. Oh no. Oh god.

'relaxing, I just got home from work.'

'really? it's almost 8 in the morning.'

'mhm. I worked 11p-7a. I'm tired.'

'are you still working @ the hotel we met at?'

'mhm'

'niceee. I'll be in town tm if you wanna meet up'

'yeah? who's the new lucky girl you'll bring this time?'

'no one. it'll only be us.'

'right. that's what you said last time.'

'this time will be different. I promise. you off tm?'

'yeah'

'ok. meet me at our café.'

'I have things to do too, you know, it's not all ab you Jadon.'

'damn, ok. well, if you decide to come, I'll be there at 12:30.'

'ok.'

'see you then, boo 😘'

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12:15, you showed up early, as per usual. You were sitting at the table you and Jadon would sit at every time you came, aka the closest to the window.

12:30. You were watching out the window, not taking your eyes away. He was nowhere to be seen.

12:45. He still wasn't there. Why were you even surprised?

1:00. Still no sign of him. You were almost finished with your coffee, and you were getting restless.

1:15. Everyone who had been there when you arrived were long gone, all the tables filled with new customers. You probably looked pathetic.

1:30. An hour after he said he would meet you, and you were fed up. Why did you even bother?

1:35. Nothing. No new messages or anything. You were done.

You walked out, trying your best to conceal your anger. You should be used to this. You should've known. Over an hour of your life wasted.

Just as you get back to your car your phone goes off. With a quick glance, you can tell it's Jadon.

'hey! sorry, something came up. can you do next week? I wanna make it up to you.'

You couldn't believe your eyes. You wasted over an hour,,, for that.

'no, I can't. I'm actually busy next week, and the week after that, & every week for the rest of my life.'

'haha, thats funny. what day can you do next week?'

'I just told you, I'm busy. I just wasted an hour of my life that I could've used doing literally ANYTHING else just for you to say that something came up,, & it was YOUR fucking idea!

'I like to think I'm a patient person, but that just sealed the deal. my god Jadon, I knew you were a fuckboy, I mean, we both joked ab it, but I didn't think it was this bad.

'stop dragging me out like this. just say you're using me for sex and go. I'm sick of getting my hopes up just for you to let me down again. I'm over it, and I'm over you. please fuck off Jadon'

It was marked as read the second it was sent. The three dots would pop up, then disappear, then pop up again. It went on for 2 minutes.

The final result?

'I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.'

You left him on read.

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The next day you were back at work for a 3pm - 11pm shift. You had told everyone what happened, and they were angry and upset for you. A few were tempted to text him, but you told them that it would only escalate the already tense situation.

Around 10pm, you were winding down. There was only an hour left in your shift, and you had had a relatively slow day for once. And it seemed like it was going to be a normal shift.

You were sitting in the break room with some of your coworkers, watching a rerun of a golf game which you were, for some reason, invested in.

The bell rang outside, and although you were a bit upset to have to abandon the game, you weren't that upset, considering this was the slowest day you've had in a while.

As you walked out to greet the patron, your heart stopped and your stomach dropped.

It was Jadon, standing there with a white box and a teddy bear.

You glared at him, and a part of you filled with hatred, but the other part gushed at his gesture. He really was going to be the death of you.

"Hey, y/n. I'm really sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to keep you waiting for over an hour. The reason why I didn't come was because I wanted to get you this."

He paused, gently setting the small box down on the desk, "I tried to get in quickly and pick this up, but the line was so long, I wanted to come and give it to you, but I figured I had kept you waiting long enough, so I called it off."

You're not convinced, but you wanna be. Every part of you wanted to forgive him,, but your stubbornness wouldn't let you.

He sees your shifty glance and sets the bear on the counter as well.

"I'm so so so sorry. I know I fucked up, and you have every right to be angry at me. But even if you never wanna see me again, can you please open it? Just for my sake?"

"If it'll make you leave faster." You respond, intending to sound bitter, but instead sounding shaky.

"I will. I know I can't keep promises, but this one I will. If you don't want to talk to me anymore, I will respect that."

You bite your lip and nod, looking down at the box and undoing the red ribbon. It looked very professional and well done.

As you lift the top off, your eyes widen and fill with tears. You can't help but slap a hand over your mouth.

Inside were all of the polaroids you've taken, ranging from the first time you hung out together, to a few months ago. There were ones of him playing football, and of you in various places doing a gesture that soon became an inside joke. You used to travel together all the time, you miss those days all the time.

The light blue camera used to take all of these photos was inside as well.

Jadon watched as you looked through the photos, a shy smile forming on his face.

"The camera still works, if you want to try it out." He said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Jadon, I-" you hesitated, and for the first time in your life, you were truly speechless.

"There's a, uh, there's a note on the bear." He muttered, looking down and scratching his neck.

You looked at him, and couldn't help but smile a bit. Only Jadon would do this.

Your attention turns to the bear, and sure enough, there was a note attached to its paw. Gently removing the handwritten note stuck to the paw, you read it carefully, clinging on to every word.

'Y/N,

I'm sorry if I hurt you yesterday. And I'm sorry if you feel that all we are is friends with benefits. I've always wanted more with you, but was too afraid to act.

I put up this fboy facade hoping I would attract someone who would be into,, that. But the one thing I didn't take into account was if I fell for someone.

Because my whole life changed when I met you.

I kept this act up, thinking you would be into it and fall for me, but that's not what happened. In fact, when the exact opposite happened, I was shocked.

Nobody liked the real me. That's why I started doing this, because that's what brought people in. And it worked, because it seemed as though everyone else fell for it, everyone except the one person I wanted.

And if I'm being honest, let's talk about the elephant in the room: we both know that I've loved you from the moment we met in this exact building 3 years ago.

You're all I've ever wanted. You're all I will ever want. I'm in love with you.

I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be with you, but it's up to you on whether or not you'll accept.'

A grin appeared on your face as tears streamed down your cheeks.

You looked up at him, a soft yet nervous expression on his face.

You came out from around the counter and threw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck.

"I'll take that as a yes, then?" He joked, making you laugh.

You look up at him. "On one condition."

"And what's that?"

"Stop being such a douche."

"Done. I don't need the facade when I have what I want."

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thanks for reading! this was my first footballer fic & im actually really proud of it! requests are open, and feel free to use one of the prompts I posted before!

this was for you anon, hope you liked it ;)

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cailemp3 · 5 years ago

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heartsoftruth · 6 years ago

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I’m kinda glad Neymar is staying with PSG, cause I think he needs to chill and rebuild his image a bit before he does anything else. But then a part of me feels like he’s stuck. Maybe because I am biased towards Barca. But I really can’t picture where he goes from here. I can’t see him at Real Madrid. And I can’t see him staying at PSG too much longer. Maybe the premier league? I really don’t know. Idk I guess I still think he made a massive mistake leaving Barca the way he did. 🤷🏻‍♀️😔

Yeah for his image it might be good. To get back to being talked about bc of football and no other bs. But if he stays he’s expected to win it all in France again and the only thing where he can really shine is the CL…

Anonymous said:ohhh ok I though you guys are maybe having the Purge in Netherlands right now lol 😂😂😂😂😂 See the original it’s BEST!!!

Hhahahah, nooooo!!! I would move out of the country ASAP! Can you image something like that ever being taken place in a country… Brrrr.

Anonymous said:do you know if neymar is going to play tomorrow? i saw that there’s a psg vs bayern matchAnonymous said:nvm i saw that he’s on vacation like mbappe and the rest and will be back in august

Yeah he’s still on a vacay so he will be back when pre-season starts for the players that played in the WC etc. 😊

Anonymous said:Hey ash, now that cr7 gone, do you think it is chance for isco to shine?

I mean… I don’t see Isco play a lot - since I dont watch RMA a lot - but from what I did notice is, is that he had a great start of the season last year and then it went downhill. But with Spain he always performs…

So I for him I hope he will get him mojo back at RMA - but not so good that they beat us haha - but I don’t think having or not having Ronaldo around will play a big part in how he performs tbh.

Anonymous said:Ash I agree with you especially in one of the videos where they just arrived, he took a picture with the little boy and then said something to the security because he waved his finger he was not impressed about something xx

Yeah, that one he looked not amused indeed xD And on the carpet etc just grumpy.

Anonymous said:Grumpy neymar is a hot looking neymar 🤤🔥

on the carpet it’s a bit weird haha. But angry Ney is hot!

Anonymous said:Nasser had a interpreter with him I think because of the headphones he wore… Like a “tolk”

Yeah, I saw that, but when he talked with Ney he didnt use it. And he was seated next to Ney and his father.

Anonymous said:Ehh the anon won’t have problem with that event if Bruna wasn’t in attendance. The point of this event was to bring in as much donations as possible not to put on family show. The event was appropriate. But of course the anon had to do the usual over analyzing because of their dislike of bruna. Those anons reminds me of British journalists that publish “body language reading “articles every time when Meghan attends the royal events. Im not fan but tired of people searching for problems everytime

I don’t think saying the event of last year felt more honest and personal has anything to do with it. The anon even said it looked beautiful yesterday.

I also get what she’s saying meaning it HAD a more intimate feeling last year. It was a bit more informal and you saw his family a bit more. Dancing with his mother and his grandma etc etc. I’m sure with the sponsors as GQ and Fox Sports the event was way bigger than last year so greating that intimate vibe is more difficult. And on the other hand it is an auction so I presume they also got more money with these two being involved for example.

For me the vibe doesnt have anything to do with Bruna and I dont think the anon felt that way because she was there.

Anonymous said:wait what happened with that lady and golden medal? I’m sure there’s a story behind it why would she steal a medal right there?! if they wanted they could’ve taken it backstage or anywhere else or jusz ask and get one probably it’s putin ffs… why would she do it on the field?? maybe it was damaged or an extra or smth??

I also have no idea.

Anonymous said:She didn’t steal the medal. She’s a higher up FIFA official who makes sure everything goes as planned. Like having spares in her pocket in case one is missing. I read in a journal that this medal was extra, so she took it. But don’t worry, she had the right to! 😊

Ahaaa! Thanks for the answer! I was already thinking wtffff is she doing when I saw it going viral last week haha. But I forgot to reblog it on here.

Such a strange moment but this explains it! 😊

Anonymous said:Do you know where I can watch the documentary of the France nt? It doesn’t matter if it’s without subtitles, I’m fluent

How lucky you’re able to understand. I’m still hopeing a version with subs will pop up.

Here is one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tlv3fcgUpBA

P2 is also uploaden on the same channel! 😊

#anonymous

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madridcampeon · 8 years ago

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So, I have this footie app called FotMob and when i woke up this morning i had this notif:

and instantly i was like ??????????????????? did they see something I didn’t??????????????? So i open the “article” right, and this is what it says:

(bit long ik sorry) So I open the video they attached to the “article” and this is it:

youtube

And it’s literally just Cris walking off the pitch NORMALLY. Like there’s no “extreme anger” in anything he’s doing????????????????????????? ok maybe he swears under his breath at MOST but ????? “Cr7 Explodes”???????????????????? “Extreme anger”???????????????????? WHERE????????????????????????????

And the worst part is that the article says like “in typical fashion”....... which is fucking revolting and a bit condescending and normative and stupid and everything news shouldn’t be

Like this is the epitome of bullshit. He doesn’t do ANYTHING wrong and people are still reporting on this supposed explosion and making him look really bad when he wasn’t even that mad??? Just confused???? He literally has practically the same reaction of Luka but they aren’t saying he’s extremely angry are they?

Honestly fuck this, it’s 2017 and this has been going on for ages and ages but I still can’t not be angered and most of all sad that, because of this shit reporting and the negative image they’re constantly pushing of him, millions of people are convinced he’s a little brat and cry baby and hate him for it when it’s just so far out from the truth and i just UGHHHHHHHHHH fuck this.

#cristiano ronaldo #luka modric #real madrid #tp*#i had to make a post about this #it's just so fucking unfair #why is he treated like this even when it's nothing ?????

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junker-town · 6 years ago

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If you could reassign 1 player to a new World Cup team, who would you pick?

Lionel Messi’s team stinks, so let’s give him a new one. Plus a dozen other wonderful possibilities.

When a national team has a bad mix of players, it can’t just go out and sign a new one. To some, this is why international soccer is great, and it’s what makes the World Cup special. Other people, like me, are thoroughly annoyed by watching the best player in the world attempt to drag some absolute jokers to a title, then get yelled at by his fans for not pulling it off.

For that reason, we asked the fine people of Twitter which player they’d like to reassign to a new national team. I’ll go first, with one of many Lionel Messi responses.

Messi to Portugal https://t.co/o9RCfvaUIo

— Kimić (@lgbtqfc) June 20, 2018

The Messi vs. Cristiano Ronaldo debate would come to its logical conclusion: They win a World Cup on the same team, and therefore it can never be settled.

Here are the other Messi answers.

Messi to Spain

— ❄Niels Søgaard (@natty_ice49ers) June 20, 2018

The most obvious one, Messi’s spiritual footballing home. Spain runs away with the World Cup in this scenario.

Messi to England

— Fairly lazy (@j_mandres) June 20, 2018

I have NO IDEA what England would do with Messi. In their current system, they’d have to drop Raheem Sterling to make it work. If Gareth Southgate wants them both on the pitch, he’d probably have to completely re-work his system and go to a 4-2-3-1, which doesn’t fit his current personnel as well. I don’t doubt that Messi makes England better, but fitting him in is a puzzle. It might take years to get it right.

Messi to Senegal. https://t.co/iunto3Gq3P

— Shireen Footybedsheets Ahmed (@_shireenahmed_) June 20, 2018

Yeah, just drop one of the two strikers to the bench and give Messi a second striker/No. 10 free role. They dominate the group. Honestly, Senegal has a better squad than Argentina minus Messi.

Busquets to Argentina. #WorldCup https://t.co/4WFF6FV9Lk

— Muhammad Butt (@muhammadbutt) June 20, 2018

This is sort of an entry into the Messi answers, though it does not include Messi himself. I’m not actually sure this is the right choice to help Messi? Javier Mascherano is really good. I feel like a center back or all-around No. 8 helps this team more. What they really need is Paul Pogba, which no one suggested.

OK, let’s get into the Ronaldo section.

CR7 to Brazil https://t.co/a4KAVTG1PX

— - (@LM19Futbol) June 20, 2018

I actually don’t like this very much? I think Gabriel Jesus is a really good fit for Brazil. Having to re-work a team so that Neymar and Ronaldo both fit sounds like a nightmare that would take months of training and experimenting at club level. I don’t think a national team could pull it off in a couple weeks.

Ronaldo to Australia because I'm a shameless homer and this is on-brand for me.

— James Dator (@James_Dator) June 20, 2018

Striker is Australia’s weakest position and I think this would make the Socceroos good enough to get out of their group.

Ronaldo to france

— Taylor Tey (@TayTey24) June 20, 2018

...Hmm. HMMMMMM. Ronaldo up top, Griezmann out left? I think this can work.

OK, now to the other stuff.

Gary Cahill to Sweden

— Andrew Thomas (@andi_thomas) June 20, 2018

Revolting.

Sorry, here are some better answers.

Mo Salah to Senegal https://t.co/V6G3gVgcHr

— مصعب (@MosabDLo) June 20, 2018

Hell yeah. Salah and Mane back together at national team level on a super fun and fast team would be awesome. And Mo deserves so much better than Egypt.

Luiz Suarez to Germany. They need that guy, as Muller (and definitely Gomez) arent that guy anymore

— matthew (@bulldurham60) June 20, 2018

I had high hopes for Timo Werner but he looked way out of it against Mexico. I think this would improve them a lot, but there’s a better Germany answer...

Kante to Germany. Well, Kante to anyone. But if you put Kante on Germany, it solves all of their problems. You can play a 3-1-6 when the 1 is Kante. https://t.co/yza9tCfpNn

— Nate Scott (@aNateScott) June 20, 2018

Hell yeah. If this happens, Germany wins the tournament going away.

Ozil to Portugal would be fun. https://t.co/q2h01MBMLb

— Cameron Ellis (@cellis212) June 20, 2018

PLEASE REUNITE MESUT AND CRISTIANO THEY WERE SO HAPPY TOGETHER.

David Silva ➡ France https://t.co/1LGICJm0MX

— Volkan Yeğin (@VolkanYegin_) June 20, 2018

I love David Silva but this is a bad idea. France already refuses to play its actual wide players and just clogs the center.

Diego Costa to Switzerland. All they lack is a proper centre forward.

— Gergely Marosi (@emgergo) June 20, 2018

Yes. Switzerland has a bunch of foul machines and was somehow able to manipulate the ref in the Brazil game into under-carding them too, so Costa will fit right in.

Marcelo to Belgium

— Shadow Recruit (@verbal_kunt) June 20, 2018

Oh that’s delicious.

Give me and Colombia someone like Kroos, who can boss the midfield and take some of the creativity responsibilities away from James.

— Pablo Ruiz V. #COL (@PabloRV7) June 20, 2018

I had to look up who Colombia started next to Carlos Sanchez in midfield, which reflects poorly on both me and that person, Jefferson Lerna. Yes, I absolutely want to see Toni Kroos in the Colombia midfield.

Dybala to Morocco. https://t.co/uxACUBR5rJ

— Reggie Comma Mike Prada (@MikePradaSBN) June 20, 2018

Man, I really thought Ayoub El Kaabi was good. Morocco probably has four points with a creative false nine of Dybala’s quality, maybe even six. This would be really cool but I’m also now very sad thinking about Morocco being out of the tournament.

Isco to Iceland

— Carson Shanks (@CarsonShanks05) June 20, 2018

Why? Why would you take one of the most technically skilled players in the tournament and put him on a team that wants to have 30 percent possession and chase the ball? I’m disgusted.

Lewandowski to Germany.

— Vikash Patel (@VikashPatel94) June 20, 2018

An obvious answer culturally and tactically. I can’t decide if it’s better than the Suarez answer though. I feel like Germany could really benefit from Suarez’s mobility and general dickishness.

Modric to Portugal. https://t.co/YmpxSzYEpY

— Portugal fan account (@daraab99) June 20, 2018

Modrić is basically “what if Joao Moutinho was a little better at everything,” so this answer kicks ass.

And finally, my favorite answer.

Mo Salah to Brazil

— koro (@koroisthebest) June 20, 2018

IF YOU WANNA SEE MOHAMED SALAH ON BRAZIL GIMME A HELL YEAH.

If you have any more suggestions, leave ‘em in the comments.

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If you prefer Ronaldo to Messi you are missing something in your life

Some choices are easy, & # 39; the great American sports classic Rick Reilly once wrote. & # 39; You are a dog or a cat. Red state or blue. Letterman or Leno. The same goes for Tiger Woods against Phil Mickelson. There is no in between. If you love Phil, you hate Tiger. Or vice versa. Both cannot be both. "

More than a decade later we can follow our own demarcation lines. Some choices are simple. You are either leaving or staying. City or country. Game of Thrones or Line of Duty. Avocado toast or full English. Same with Lionel Messi versus Cristiano Ronaldo There is no in between.

Of course we can say we both like it, we can say that we have the privilege of playing both in the same era. You know what, I did it myself. But deep down we are one or the other. Or we identify with farting, dribbling, the genius of selfless, shuffling Little Lion or the Terminator-chic and towering self-esteem of the cyborg CR7.

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But some prefer Juventus star Cristiano Ronaldo

Lionel Messi (left) and Cristiano Ronaldo distributes football fans to who & # 39; is the world's best

D he limits of our loyalty were strengthened last week when Messi transformed an uncertain Barcelona performance against Liverpool into a comprehensive victory with a free kick of such astonishing brilliance that it left its mouth open all over the world and those of us who go there in the stadium staring at each other and staring at each other in surprise.

For many of us, Messi established himself as the nonpareil long ago. Messi versus Ronaldo is beauty versus power. It is modesty versus arrogance. It is selflessness versus selfishness. It is curves versus straight lines. It is the joy of helping against the obsession with the finish.

And yet we are divided over day and night who is the best. For Messi fans, it is a horror that some people may still stand for Ronaldo, but they do. & # 39; What you are & # 39 ;, Reilly says about the breach between Tiger Guys and Phil Guys, & # 39; says more about you than you know & # 39 ;.

There are a few things that we think we know. A Ronaldo fan works. A Ronaldo fan drinks protein shakes at the gym. The Messi fan plays five-to-one. And then goes for a beer. A Ronaldo fan is wearing a sleeveless top. A Messi fan is wearing a vintage shirt.

A Ronaldo fan drives a car with personalized signs. Messi fan catches the bus. A Messi fan in the vicinity of work and gives credit to an employee. A Ronaldo fan is a fan of the house, and he is the only one who has anything to do with it.

A Ronaldo fan controls the bathroom as long as his roommates have to knock on the door and tell him his hair looks good. Messi fan goes out without looking in the mirror. A Ronaldo fan wears sunglasses when it is dark. A Messi fan wears pajamas when it is dark.

Messi fan hangs at parties in the kitchen. A Ronaldo fan is the first on the karaoke machine. A Messi fan buys the drinks. A Ronaldo fan drinks the drinks. And don't say thank you The rest of us exist for him.

A Messi fan pretends to have reached the nirvana when he looks at his idol (see Gary Lineker and Rio Ferdinand). A Ronaldo fan bumbles and holds on as if he has roid rage. A Ronaldo fan loves Bond. A Messi fan loves Bourne. A Messi fan is wearing a velvet glove. Ronaldo fan pounds an iron fist.

Gary Lineker (front) and Rio Ferdinand hugged after seeing Messi's free kick on Wednesday "

) and Rio Ferdinand hugged after seeing Messi & # 39 ; s free kick on Wednesday "

Gary Lineker (front) and Rio Ferdinand embraced after seeing Messi & # 39; s free kick on Wednesday

You think that that is unfair, isn't it? I can tell. But the truth is that if you choose Ronaldo over Messi, you will miss something in your life. I'm working on this with Mario Balotelli: it comes to the point that Ronaldo gets into the same conversation as Messi is just stupid. The truth is that Messi is alone.

Of course, Ronaldo scored his 600th goal last week, a few days ago Messi scored his 600th with that awesome free kick that condemned Liverpool to a 3-0 defeat in Barcelona. But the Spice Girls had more UK No1 singles than the Rolling Stones.

Of course, maybe it's not the ideal time for me to be impartial about this: standing high in the stands at Camp Nou on Wednesday night it had to be a privilege to have another milestone in Messi & # 39; s quantity. Ronaldo shocks and awe.

Ronaldo makes a shock and awe. His headline for Manchester United against Roma in the Stadio Olimpico in 2008 was probably the most stunning performance of athletics I have seen on a football field. But what Messi does raises the soul.

In the first half against Liverpool, he was subdued. Muted by its standards. He managed to get us off our seats by receiving his ball with his back to Fabinho, shaping it to go past him in a certain way and then going the other way. Fabinho is a great man and this was the evening that Messi completed the Brazilian voyage.

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Messi fourth for photographers after scoring twice against Liverpool in Barcelona

Andy Robertson, Liverpool's left back played well against him and led to one excellent tackle in the first half. But any player will be Messi's victim at some point and there was a moment when he fell back to defend in the bottom corner, the ball slid over Robertson's & # 39; s foot with James Milner snarling on his heels and sprinting forward to create the opportunity for Luis Suarez

We all know about the free kick that came eight minutes after the end of the game. It was still far away, but Messi struck it with such precision and ferocious curl that it left a keeper as good as Alisson helpless. However, that was just the headline.

What about the way I steered the ball at him and took it away from Joel Matip in the same movement? What about the way Messi drew three Liverpool defenders against him in the final seconds and then played a reverse pass to Ousmane Dembele who should have led to Barcelona's fourth goal and killed the match?

A Ronaldo fan would tell you Messi should have gone for the goal himself. A Messi fan is still happy he didn't

Ronaldo scored 21 goals in 29 Series A matches for Juventus champions in his first season

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I am not always the biggest fan of Morgan, but his position on Hales' repeated failures to stick to the ethos and his team identifying a & # 39; complete breakdown in confidence & # 39; between Hales and the rest of the party

Morgan's decisive display of authority and his retention of unity in the English may have been derived from the litany of Hales' mistakes.

Tottenham has therefore declared that Jan Vertonghen had no concussions. That's OK then. A few seconds after the club's doctors sent him back to the field after his collision with his teammate who had struck him against Ajax last Tuesday, he was barely able to stand in so much pain and confusion.

Until clubs stopped looking for excuses why they did the wrong thing and started paying more attention to the well-being of their players, the perception that football is lagging behind in terms of head injury protocols remains

The Caster Semenya is a minefield of complex scientific arguments, but at the end of it all, a healthy athlete who has been the victim throughout her career is obliged to take medication to make her run so fast. It seems wrong and frankly, really rather sinister.

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Caster Semenya has been instructed to take medication to prevent her from being so fast. It seems wrong

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