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ilovegyokeres · 11 days ago

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Unexpected celebration-Kenan Yildiz

You could hardly believe you were here.

The Allianz Stadium was buzzing with energy, a sea of black and white jerseys surrounding you as you took your seat in the lower stands. The crowd was electric, the air thick with anticipation. This wasn’t just any match—Juventus was up against a strong rival, and you had managed to snag a seat close to the pitch.

But more than the game itself, you were here for one player: Kenan Yıldız. You had been following his journey for a while now. His rise in Juventus, his skill on the ball, his unique blend of technique and flair—it all fascinated you. He was young, but you knew he was destined for greatness. Watching him play through a screen was one thing, but being here, in the stadium, watching him in real life? It was surreal.

Your hands clutched the sign you had made, nothing too flashy—just a simple “KENAN, YOU’RE A STAR!” written in bold black letters with a small Juventus logo drawn beside it. Would he even see it? Probably not. You were just another face in the crowd, another fan among thousands. But that didn’t stop your excitement. The stadium lights gleamed against the freshly cut grass. The players walked onto the field, the Juventus anthem playing through the speakers. The crowd erupted in cheers, and you joined in, eyes immediately locking onto Kenan. He looked focused, his sharp features set in determination. His jersey clung to him, the iconic black-and-white stripes making him look even more like a part of Juventus history.

The match began.

Juventus played aggressively from the start, but the opposing team wasn’t backing down. Every tackle, every pass, every near-goal had the crowd on edge. Kenan was playing brilliantly—his footwork was quick, calculated, and effortless. But the game was tense, neither side giving an inch.

And then, for just a second—he looked up. He scanned the stands, and for the briefest moment, his gaze landed on you. Your breath hitched. It was a millisecond, barely anything, but something flickered in his eyes. It was as if he had truly seen you, taken in your presence. Then, as if something clicked, his posture shifted. He squared his shoulders, exhaled, and charged forward with the ball.

You watched in awe as he dribbled past one, two defenders. He moved like he was dancing, his control flawless. The crowd roared as he approached the penalty box. A defender lunged, but Kenan was faster. He twisted his body just enough to create space—then struck the ball with precision.

The shot was unstoppable. The goalkeeper barely moved before the ball curled into the top corner.

GOAL.

The stadium exploded. Fans jumped to their feet, screaming in celebration. You were in shock, your hands gripping your sign.

But then—Kenan turned.

Instead of celebrating with his teammates, he scanned the crowd again. And this time, it wasn’t just a glance. His eyes found you.

And he pointed.

Directly. At. You.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The moment stretched, lasting only seconds, but feeling like an eternity. People around you gasped. Some turned to you, whispering. Your heart pounded.

Did that just happen?

The rest of the match passed in a blur. Juventus won, the final whistle blowing over the deafening cheers of the crowd. You clapped, cheered, but your mind was stuck on that one moment.

Kenan had pointed at you.But it didn’t mean anything… right? The players began leaving the field, but as Kenan jogged toward the tunnel, he hesitated. Then, without warning, he turned to a security guard and said something. The man nodded, then walked toward your section.

Your stomach dropped.

The guard stopped in front of you, looking serious but not unkind. “Kenan asked if you’d like to meet him.”

Your mouth went dry.

The people around you stared, some whispering excitedly, others giving you jealous glances. You barely managed to nod. “Follow me,” the guard said. Your legs felt shaky as you walked past the rows of seats, past the security barriers, and into the restricted players’ area. This wasn’t real. This kind of thing didn’t happen to people like you. But as you stepped through the tunnel, heart hammering, you saw him.

Kenan Yıldız.

Waiting for you.

And he was smiling.

Your footsteps echoed in the tunnel, your heart pounding harder with each step. The stadium noise was muffled behind you, but you could still hear the distant cheers of celebrating fans. The reality of what was happening hadn’t fully sunk in yet.This wasn’t just a quick interaction.

Kenan Yıldız had asked for you.And now, he was standing a few feet away, waiting.Up close, he was even more striking than on the field. His dark hair was still damp with sweat, his jersey slightly untucked, and his breathing a little uneven from the intensity of the match. But what truly caught you off guard was his expression. He looked curious. Intrigued, even. “You actually came,” he said, a small smirk forming. You blinked, barely able to process his words. “I mean… yeah. How do you say no to something like this?” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Fair enough.” His eyes flickered to the sign still clutched in your hands. “That’s yours?You glanced down at it, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Oh—uh, yeah. It’s kind of stupid, I know.” Kenan leaned in slightly, eyes scanning the bold letters. "KENAN, YOU’RE A STAR!" His smirk softened into something more genuine. “It’s not stupid.”

You swallowed, gripping the sign a little tighter. “I wasn’t expecting you to actually see it. Or, y’know… point at me.” Kenan exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, about that… I don’t know why I did it.” He paused for a moment, eyes searching yours. “I just looked up and—you stood out.” Your stomach flipped. Stood out? In a stadium full of thousands of people? Before you could respond, he continued, “I don’t usually do this. I mean, I appreciate every fan, but I don’t…” He trailed off, as if trying to find the right words. Then, with a small, almost boyish grin, he shrugged. “I guess I just wanted to meet you.”Your brain struggled to process what he was saying. Kenan Yıldız, a rising star in football, had picked you out of a crowd and brought you here just because… what? You caught his eye?

It didn’t make sense.

“Are you—” You hesitated, unsure how to phrase it. “Are you sure I’m not, like, some random mistake?”Kenan laughed, the sound low and warm. “Nah, you’re definitely random.” He tilted his head playfully. “But not a mistake.” A nervous laugh escaped you. You couldn’t believe how casual he was, how easygoing. On the field, he was fierce, untouchable. But here, he was just… Kenan. “Anyway,” he said, shifting his weight. “I know this is kind of sudden, but are you hungry?” You blinked. “Hungry?” He nodded. “I was gonna grab something to eat after this, and…” He hesitated, then smirked. “You don’t seem like the type who’d freak out and post about it everywhere.”

Your heart jumped. Was he… inviting you out?

“I mean,” you said, trying to sound normal, “I don’t have any plans, so…” “Cool.” Kenan gestured for you to follow him. “Come on.” You hesitated for a split second, then took a step forward. This was insane. And yet, you weren’t about to say no.

The car ride was quiet at first, mostly because you were still processing everything. Kenan had arranged for a private driver, but instead of sitting in the backseat like some untouchable star, he was next to you, scrolling through his phone. He glanced over. “You okay?” You let out a breathy laugh. “I think I’m still in shock.” He grinned. “Yeah? Is this, like, your dream moment or something?” You rolled your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Kenan raised an eyebrow. “I did just score in front of you.” You scoffed. “Oh, so you’re saying you scored because of me?” His smirk deepened. “Hey, I’m just saying—you were in the stands, and I scored. Coincidence?” You tried not to laugh. “Yeah, totally. Guess I’m your good luck charm now.” Kenan leaned back, crossing his arms. “Guess so.” The casual way he said it made your stomach do a weird little flip. Before you could dwell on it, the car pulled up to a quiet café tucked away from the crowded streets. It was cozy, warm lighting glowing from the windows. Kenan led the way inside, and surprisingly, no one seemed to react to him. “Not a big fan of flashy places?” you asked as you sat down. He shrugged. “I like normal stuff. Feels better than some overpriced steakhouse, y’know?” You nodded, watching as he casually rested his arms on the table. He looked relaxed. Not like a football star, not like someone who had just played a high-stakes match. Just a guy. “So,” he said, tilting his head, “who are you?” You blinked. “What?”Kenan smirked. “I mean, I know you’re a fan. But like… what’s your deal? You from here?” You hesitated before answering, telling him a bit about yourself—where you were from, what you did, how you got into football. He listened attentively, occasionally nodding, occasionally smirking at little details. When you mentioned how long you had been watching him play, he raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve been keeping up with me for a while, huh?” Your face heated up. “I mean—I follow Juventus. And you’re kind of hard to miss.” He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”The conversation flowed effortlessly. He told you about growing up in Germany, about the struggles of moving to Italy, about how football was the only thing that ever truly felt right. “I don’t really get nights like this,” he admitted after a while, leaning back in his seat. “It’s usually just training, playing, sleeping. Feels weird to just… sit and talk.” You tilted your head. “Weird in a bad way?” He shook his head. “Nah. It’s nice.” There was something about the way he said it—quiet, honest—that made your heart skip. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The café was quiet, the hum of soft music in the background. It didn’t feel awkward. It felt natural. Then Kenan leaned forward slightly. “I gotta ask.” You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “Was meeting me everything you expected?” You paused, thinking. Then, with a small smile, you said, “Honestly? No.” Kenan’s eyes narrowed. “Damn. That bad?”

You laughed. “No! It’s just… I don’t know what I expected, but you’re more…” You searched for the word. “Real.” He studied you for a moment, then grinned. “Good. That means I’m doing something right.” And just like that, the night stretched on, the conversation never slowing, the connection deepening. This wasn’t just a once-in-a-lifetime moment.

This was something else entirely.

My first post on here, I apologize if this sucks 😅

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holyiker-blog1 · 7 months ago

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New Players Coming To Ultimate Team In EA FC 25

As each season passes we discover more and more wonder kids that burst onto the scene but they’re sometimes too young, or make their mark too late into the season to be added. We’ve picked out 15 of our favorite stars who didn't have an Ultimate Team card in FC 24 but will do so in FC 25. 13 players will be making their Ultimate Team debut, one returning favorite, and one potential Icon...

Returning Players

Gianluigi Buffon - With the Italian goalkeeper featuring on the cover of FC 25, it’s all but confirmed that he’ll be featuring in the new game. We’re 99.9% sure he’ll be coming as an Icon. It would be pretty weird to have him as a main cover star and just include him as a hero.

Luis Suarez - 2 thirds of MSN have been reunited in Miami and hopefully will return in FC 25. Luis Suarez was missing this year due to him only joining the club in December 2023, months into the new game. It would have been nice to see him added with the new cards (Cazorla, Sanchez etc) as he would have been perfect for some promos!

New Players

Lamine Yamal - He is that guy in world football and has only just turned 17. The Barcelona winger won Young Player of the Tournament and Euro 2024 and was well in contention for the main award. He’s already racked up 51 appearances for the Barcelona first team, we’re expecting a card similar to FIFA 18 Mbappe in terms of rating…

Olivia Smith - Liverpool’s new record signing was old enough to be included in Ultimate Team this year but was playing for Sporting CP who are unfortunately unlicensed. She was awarded Best Young Player in both the 2024 Gold Cup and Portugal's top flight last season where she scored 13 goals across 18 league games.

Kenan Yildiz - Yildiz started 4 of Turkey’s 5 matches at Euro 2024 and has been impressive for Juventus across the 23/24 season. He’s contributed to 5 goals in just under 1,000 minutes mainly featuring from the bench.

Vitor Roque - This won’t be the last Barcelona youngster to feature on our list, with Xavi handing out plenty of opportunities across the past season. The Brazilian managed to score twice towards the back end of the season, and just like Yildiz, these minutes mainly came from the bench (2 starts from 14).

Endrick - Is Endrick Real Madrid’s new superstar? The Brazilian will link up with Los Blancos for the upcoming season after two successful seasons with Palmeiras. Spanish fans will already be familiar with the name as he scored against them in a friendly earlier this year. We’ve opted for a 76 rating, but expect to see this boosted heavily via Evolutions and Promo Cards.

Lucas Beraldo - We promise this is the last of the Brazilians. Lucas Beraldo made the switch from Sao Paulo to Paris in January of this year, once again meaning it was too late to feature in FC 24. He’s been a solid addition next to Marquinhos in the back line and we expect a 76 rated for the defender in FC 25.

Aleksandar Pavlovic - The 23/24 season was a breakout year for Pavlovic but it could have been even better. He was initially included in the German squad for Euro 2024 but had to pull out just days before due to tonsillitis. We’re sure he’ll feature in many more tournaments for the Germans, but a home tournament would have been a great way to top off his season.

Fermin Lopez - Despite being 20 at the start of the season, and confirmed to be in Xavi’s plans for the upcoming season, Fermin Lopez was nowhere to be seen in FC 24 Ultimate Team. After 42 appearances for Barca this season, surely he can’t be missed out again?

Two more La Masia graduates feature in the final part of the list, one of whom has already left to join Chelsea.

Pau Curbasi

Marc Guiu

Alfie Gilchrist

Ethan Mbappe

Ethan Nwaneri

Nothing is confirmed, these are just predictions based on age and their eligibility to now be included in Ultimate Team.

#fc 25

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