#my writing: miroslav klose

[lxndonorris]

who’s in charge? - Manuel Neuer & Miroslav Klose

Y/N x Manuel Neuer // Miroslav Klose

Theme: Smut (you’ve been warned)

having a threesome with Manuel and Miroslav x

word count: 2210+

You’ve been friends with most of the German national team for a long time now, so it didn’t surprise anyone when you and Manuel started dating officially. In the beginning, you just wanted to see how it goes, but it turned out to be the perfect match. However, you’re now stuck in limbo, not sure if you’re actually a couple or not, and sometimes, it can get really awkward between the two of you, since nobody is ready to risk this relationship by confessing their true emotions.

Today, you’re at Manuel’s place just hanging out with him and another friend of yours, Miroslav. You’re sitting on the sofa, Manuel on your left side and Miroslav on your right side, both of them seemingly interested in getting your whole attention. “Can I tell you how good you look today, Y/N,” Miroslav says, smirking playfully. Blushing slightly, you turn towards him and play with your hair. “Thank you, Miro.” You say, putting your hand onto his lap, stroking his thighs gently.

Manuel raises an eyebrow, looking at you suspiciously before running a hand through his nicely done hair. “Babé. you always look beautiful.” He says, leaning into you, tenderly kissing your neck. You embrace his lips on your skin, his warm breath giving you goosebumps. “Aww. Manu. You’re too cute.” Feeling his hand now running down your body to your waist, you cannot help yourself but nearly give in to his touch completely.

“Guys,” Miroslav says, slightly annoyed crossing his arms in front of his chest. The two of you giggle quickly before separating. “I’m sorry.” You say, straightening your blouse. “I’m not,” Manuel smirks mischievously and you notice them exchanging weird looks with each other. “Well. Anyone else wants a beer?” You say quickly, getting up from the sofa pointing nervously at the kitchen. “Sure, babé,” Manuel says, winking and stroking your thighs gently while Miroslav just nods quietly. “Be right back.” You walk past them, your hands barely brushing over their legs.

While you’re in the kitchen, you can hear them mumbling something underneath their breaths, making you wonder what they could be talking about. You take three bottles of beer out of the fridge and make your way back into the living room, but as soon as you get closer they stop talking. “Thanks:” Miroslav says when you hand them a bottle before you sit down. “My pleasure.” You say, handing Manuel the other bottle, feeling one of his hands instantly on your thighs again, stroking you tenderly.

For a while, you just sit there, everyone taking a sip from their beer not saying another word. Still wondering about what happened earlier, you look at both of them as they’re are avoiding your gaze completely until you raise your voice. “So, what were you talking about earlier?” You say curiously, watching them getting nervous all of the sudden. “Uh, what?” Manuel says, scratching the back of his head. “It was nothing,” Miroslav says, finally meeting your eyes but he looks away shortly after.

“Guys.” You say raising both of your eyebrows, trying desperately to get it out of them. Just then, Manuel turns back to you, biting his own lips. “Look, we were thinking.” He stutters, looking around the room to find the right words to say. “We wanted to ask you if you were okay with a threesome,” Miroslav says quickly, shrugging once he gets a mean look from Manuel. “Dude:” He says in shock, locking his eyes with his. 

At first, you’re thrown off by this request, but the longer you think about it, the more you like the idea. They are still looking at each other, trying so hard not to blush even more when you start to smirk playfully. “Sounds good.” You say, both of them flinching at the sounds of your voice. “Really?” Manuel says quietly, his eyes now narrowing slightly “Yeah, I mean, why not?” Miroslav giggles to himself, taking another sip of his beer. “You’re one of a kind.” He says, and you put a hand on both of their thighs. “I know, so, let’s go.”

You get up from the sofa, take one of their hands, and lead them into Manuel’s bedroom, with them muttering something, barely hearable again. Now, you’re standing in front of the huge bed, in between those two muscular men, not sure how to start this right here. “How about you put on a show for me?” You smirk at Manuel before you turn around to see Miroslav already running his hand down his chest.

“I got you.” He says and starts to unbutton his tight shirt slowly, one button at a time until his beautiful chest is nearly completely exposed. You cannot help yourself and stare at his toned body and of course, he notices it right away. “You wanna touch it?” He smirks deviously, slowly walking up to you. Hesitating, you swallow hard before he takes your hand gently and guides it across his chest, his warm skin feeling so good on yours.

“You haven’t seen me.” You can hear Manuel’s voice behind you and as soon you turn around, you see him just taking his shirt off, throwing it into the corner of the room. “God, that’s hot.” You whisper while he starts stroking himself firmly, feeling his muscles tense at his touch. “I know you like that.” He smirks, raising an eyebrow at Miro again, who then hugs you from behind, kissing your neck.  “You haven’t seen all of this.” He breathes down your neck, gently rubbing his crotch against your butt, letting you feel his dick getting bigger and bigger.

Moaning softly you try not to give in to him so soon, but you cannot resist the urge to feel him growing bigger with your own hand. Bending forward, you run a hand along your waistline, further down to his pants, stroking him firmly. “You’re a naughty one.” He growls deeply, his lips leaving searing wounds on your skin. As if this wouldn’t be enough, Manuel now closes in as well, putting his hands firmly on your waist and his lips barely brushing over yours.

“Don’t forget about me.” He breathes against your lips before kissing you lovingly. “How do you like me?” Manuel takes your other hand and leads it to his shorts, gently rubbing it across his dick. “Fuck.” You moan weakly, touching both of them at the same time. “Who do you want first.” Miroslav grunts angrily, kissing your neck one last time before separating slowly. “This is a lot.” You say, now only feeling Manuel’s cock bulging into the palm of your hand. “I know.” He growls as he also separates from you.

Slowly regaining your composure, you look at both of them standing there, each of them desiring you badly. You take a step closer to Manuel, placing a hand softly at his cheek, tracing his jawline to his warm lips, his taste still lingering on your tongue. “I hope you’ll enjoy the show.” He smirks slightly, looking at Miroslav over your shoulder. “Don’t be gentle.” Both of them exchanging knowing looks with each other before you turn around to the other guy.

Carefully, you lock eyes with Miro while you walk up to him, unbuttoning your blouse teasingly. He licks his lips and runs a hand through his hair. “Nice choice.” You press a finger on to his lips, shaking your head. “Let me decide.” But before you can say another word, he swirls you around, pinning you against a wall. “Who says that it’s up to you.” He grunts angrily, his hands instantly encompassing your whole body until they find their way into your blouse, feeling your tits sensually.

“You’re not the one in charge here.” He says quietly, one of his hands now running down your chest, unbuttoning your jeans easily. Giggling nervously, you feel his fingers slide into your pants, his thumb rubbing along your clit, causing you to moan softly. Just at the same time, you can hear Manu groan as well and you see him touching himself in the corner of your eye. “Good, you’re good.” You breathe heavily, enjoying his gentle touch on your skin.

“I didn’t even start.” He says, his eyes meeting yours again while he strokes your breasts and your clit. Together, you help each other take your shirt and blouse off and in one swift move, he unhooks your bra, exposing your gorgeous tits. His eyes now inspecting your chest, he licks his lips again. “That’s what I like to see,” Miroslav says, while you start stroking his chest gently, further down to his crotch, feeling his dick bulging even harder than before. “I can feel that.” You smirk, leaning in for another passionate kiss.

For a while, you kiss each other, while you can feel your jeans slide down your legs to your ankles, leaving nothing but your panties behind. “Get on already, I'm hard.” Manuel grunts, his hands deep inside his shorts, still touching himself tightly. “Fuck you,” Miro says, tilting his head slightly before you feel his fingers tugging at your underwear, desperately trying to get rid of them. It doesn’t take long for him to succeed, nearly ripping them off entirely.

“Not so fast.” You smirk and with a sudden rush of adrenaline, you manage to overpower him and push him off of you and onto the bed. At first, he gnashes his teeth, his hands now running down his own chest to his pants, pulling them down completely. You look at Manuel leaning against another wall, licking his own lips multiple times and his hands in his trousers before you turn back to Miro, now lying on top of the bed.

Now, he’s watching you crawl closer towards you, your hands gently brushing over his thighs, his bulging underwear, his chest to his neck. “You’ll enjoy this.” You smirk and slide into his boxers, feeling his dick bulging against your hand. Stroking him for a few seconds, you see his whole body immediately reacting to your touch, every muscle in his body tensing roughly. Quickly, you manage to remove his underwear, his cock now rubbing against your thighs, you let out a low moan.

“Fuck.” Manuel groans loudly as you help Miro slide inside you, both of you groaning breathlessly. You can feel his hands tightly at your ass, holding you in place once you start riding him, starting off slow but increasing the strength and place rapidly. “This is so good.” Miro grunts, his hands cupping your cheeks easily while you feel his cock twitching inside you, making you moan weakly. The tension nearly gets unbearable, with both of you groaning loudly as your bodies move in-sync with each other. 

However, before it gets too intense, you can feel Manuel climb on to the bed as well, his hands gently stroking your back. “Let me take it from here.” He smirks, placing gentle kisses all over your back, your neck, and your shoulders. “What about me?” Miro growls loudly, his face tensing even harder. “You know what to do.” He says, his hands now running around your body, stroking your breasts firmly.

“Fine.” Miro groans before you help him slide out of you. Slowly turning around, you’re now facing Manuel, sitting on the bed, naked, his hard dick waiting to penetrate you. Gasping quietly, you cannot help yourself but stare at it for a little while. “I’ve been waiting so long now, let's not waste any more time.” Manuel groans, and simply overpowers you, pinning you to the bed while kissing you wildly.

Still feeling overwhelmed by the feeling of a dick inside you, you groan even louder once Manuel slides into you, filling you completely. “Fuck, you’re so huge.” You say, your voice is more guttural than before. “I know how to handle that, don’t worry.” He smirks deviously and starts thrusting into you, harshly, taking up the pace you had before easily. Unable to keep the pressure up, you turn your face to the side, seeing Miro jerking off to you getting fucked by another man.

While Manuel releases some steam, riding you wildly, Miroslav cums, letting out a deep groan before his hands fall into the sheets of the bed. It doesn’t take long for you to be pushed right over the edge, screaming out in ecstasy, looking back at Manuel, who’s body shudders suddenly as he cums too. The three of you groan together before you can feel the pressure leave your body, once he pulls his cock out of you, dropping to your other side.

All of you, slowly catching their breath, you exchange satisfied looks with both of them, getting closer to Manuel to rest your body on his. “Come here.” He whispers, embracing your body completely, gently stroking your arm. “This was fucking good,” Miro says, his hands now softly stroking his dick again. Giggling, you turn to Manuel, meeting his soft eyes looking at you lovingly. “You think we can be a couple?” You say quietly, trying to not pull any attention to that question. Manuel then leans in and kisses your forehead. “Yes, of course.” 

For a few more minutes, you just lay there, talking about how good it felt to have this moment with each other.

[seawitchkaraoke]

I get this jolt of satisfaction whenever an article actually gets how good Miro was and why he was so good.

Sadly those articles are very rare. Most are more like "despite being the world cup record goal scorer he's quite under the radar. His club carreer isn't that impressive, and he needed twice as many games as Gerd Müller to score as many goals. So was he really that good? Why do his stats and his standing in the german national team not match up? Guess we'll never know"

And I'm here SCREAMING like bitch the reason is you keep judging him like a pure fox ina box striker and only looking at goals per match stats and completely ignoring all the other things he did that's why! YES he was EXACTLY as good as the title world cup record goalscorer implies and FUCK YOU for saying otherwise have you ever watched a single game he played?

Like. People will be like "well he can't win the game by himself like Messi or Ronaldo with a fancy dribbling or shot from 30 yards away guess he's not that good" and then someone else is like "well he's not the same type of player, he's a pure striker, he's in the box and scores goals it's all about positioning, but yeah he doesn't compare to Gerd Müller in that" and NO you're both wrong!!! He is in fact neither of these types of players! He's a striker with strong midfielder qualities! He's his own type of player! Stop comparing him to other people and acknowledge that he redefined what it means to be a striker, years before the "false nine" shit came up (a false nine is just Miro without the killer finishing abilities and that's the tea)

[colorsofmyseason]

Fanfic Masterlist

So, some of you probably have known that I write fics (mostly Arsenal and Germany NT), and therefore I’m just going to use this space to shamelessly promote my own fanfic. New ones will be added accordingly.

So, enjoy! (or not)

--

Series of Oneshots

passing the limits of your senses. germany nt. supernatural au. 

tastes like sunshine. steno. marc-andré thirsts for bernd’s blood.

promises you whisper between your teeth. philipp lahm/per mertesacker. what happened behind closed doors.

just plain vanilla. neuller. manuel’s blood is tasteless but thomas loves it anyway.

when being normal is underrated. schweinski. bastian wishes to have a superpower and lukas wishes to be normal.

the grand sorcerer and the apprentice. miroslav klose & manuel neuer. manuel can’t deceive miro to save his life.

firsts. germany nt (gen), minor steno, hömmels and götzeus. the players tell the stories about the first time they manifested their powers.

red lights. arsenal fc. supernatural au.

the distance between you and me. onesided!bernd leno/lucas torreira, minor steno. lucas falls in love with a tall, blonde, glove-wearing german in his new club.

running to neverland. onesided!mikel arteta/robin van persie. mikel and robin talks about the latter’s transfer to man united.

a peculiar introduction. lucas torreira & shkodran mustafi. lucas learns how musti utilizes his power.

the dark side of defeat. bernd leno, héctor bellerín, pierre-emerick aubameyang, and mikel arteta. the aftermath of man city vs arsenal game.

into your bloody trap. gabriel martinelli/bukayo saka. bukayo figured out about gabi's ability.

not as easy as magic. lucas torreira & héctor bellerín. the tale behind lucas’ insta-story.

war and peace. mesut ozil/arsenal, minor samisut. mesut might not be allowed to play, but that doesn't mean he couldn't help his team in his own way.

not just a phase. héctor bellerín & kieran tierney. kieran calls héctor in the middle of the night.

the wolf of colney street. héctor bellerín/dani ceballos, onesided!héctor bellerín/kieran tierney. kieran finds a wolf in arsenal’s dressing room.

divine intervention. arsenal fc/gen. lucas' obsession with magic gets a little too much and bernd stages an intervention.

rebel just for you. robcal. an unfair decision from the ref and rob's rage kinda throw calum off-balance.

(im)probable coincidence. arsenal fc/gen, bernd leno-centered. there are disadvantages of being a super.

chasing starlights. fc bayern münchen. supernatural au. 

end of a day. manuel neuer-centered. a background story behind bayern's win against psg in the ucl final.

we found love right where we are. arsenal fc. valentine's day fluff. what the couples in arsenal do during valentine's day.

Multi-chapter/Multi-part fics

the sweetest temptation. hömmels. supernatural au. mats is a seducer and benni is somewhere between misunderstanding and denial.

even if my body goes up in flames (i’ll save you anyway). bravertz. supernatural au. kai havertz can see the details of someone’s death.

in weakness and in strength. steno. supernatural au. three things bernd learns after he starts dating a vampire.

in this white frozen world. steno. future au. bernd leno goes on loan to real madrid.

spellbound. neuller. supernatural au. throughout all the frenzies that are football, transfers, blood and magic spells, they fall in love.

countless reasons. steno. supernatural au, future au. marc transfers to chelsea and moves in with bernd.

One-shot

two points. héctor bellerín & bernd leno, minor steno. supernatural au. héctor reflects about being a wizard, supernatural life, and bernd leno.

cold as ice. jerome boateng/robert lewandowski. supernatural au. jerome takes too long in the bathroom so robert pranks/punishes him.

you're my fortress, shield, savior, armor. alexander nübel/niklas süle. supernatural au. niklas defends on and off the pitch, and alex enjoys it.

love at second sight. hector bellerin/multiple. supernatural au. five times hector got into some "complications" and one time he found his true choice.

love scenario. kieran tierney/martin odegaard. supernatural au. kieran wishes to stay away from love. his plans fall apart when he meets martin.

-

And oh, if you guys are interested in reading my old fics in livejournal and asianfanfics, feel free to do so I guess, though I have to warn you they’re shitty af.

Happy reading! :)

[junker-town]

Mesut Ozil was never going to be German enough for many fans of Germany

A bad photo with the Turkish president was all Germany needed to remind Ozil, a son of immigrants, that he didn’t belong

Mesut Ozil’s statement announcing his retirement from the Germany national team ended on a note that can easily resonate with immigrants and children of immigrants everywhere.

“I am German when we win, but I am an immigrant when we lose.”

Ozil is writing about the “exceptional immigrant, the idea that burdens immigrants with having to constantly be spectacular in order to have the same respect afforded to others for simply existing. It’s dignity based on productivity, not humanity. The trap of the exceptional immigrant is that when immigrants stop being exceptional, they can be dehumanized again.

III / III pic.twitter.com/c8aTzYOhWU

— Mesut Özil (@MesutOzil1088) July 22, 2018

Here is the conclusion:

“In the eyes of [Germany Football president Reinhard] Grindel and his supporters, I am German when we win, but I am an immigrant when we lose. This is because despite paying taxes in Germany, donating facilities to German schools and winning the World Cup with Germany in 2014, I am still not accepted into society. I am treated as being ‘different’. I received the ‘Bambi Award’ in 2010 as an example of successful integration to German society, I received a ‘Silver Laurel Leaf’ in 2014 from the Federal Republic of Germany, and I was a ’German Football Ambassador’ in 2015. But clearly, I am not German.. .?

Are there criteria for being fully German that I do not fit? My friend Lukas Podolski and Miroslav Klose are never referred to as German-Polish, so why am I German-Turkish? Is it because it is Turkey? Is it because I’m a Muslim? I think here lays an important issue. By being referred to as German-Turkish, it is already distinguishing people who have family from more than one country. I was born and educated in Germany, so why don’t people accept that I am German?”

He then went on to give examples of the bigotry that he suffers on a constant basis, which he feels has nothing to do with his performances, or a picture he took with the President of Turkey, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, before the World Cup (more on that shortly).

Ozil wrote that a German politician, Bernd Holzhauer, called him a “goatfucker”. Ozil says that Werner Steer, chief of German theater, told him to “piss off to Anatolia.” He wrote that after his performance against Sweden, a German fan told him, “Ozil, fuck off you Turkish shit, piss off you Turkish pig!” He also called the media for their role in choosing who to attack, citing that Lothar Matthaus, an honorary German captain and ambassador for the national team, met with and took a picture with Vladimir Putin, yet there was silence from the same papers and websites that were quick to pile on him for posing with Erdoğan.

To Ozil, the bigoted attitudes are also reflected in the way that DFB President Reinhard Grindel treated him, belittling him and essentially trying to scapegoat him for Germany’s failure at the World Cup:

“Since the end of the World Cup, Grindel has come under much pressure regarding his decisions before the tournament started, and rightly so. Recently, he has publicly said I should once again explain my actions and puts me at fault for the poor team results in Russia, despite telling me it was over in Berlin. I am speaking now not for Grindel, but because I want to. I will no longer stand for being a scapegoat for his incompetence and inability to do his job properly. I know that he wanted me out the team after the picture, and publicised his view on Twitter without any thinking or consultation…”

To drive home his case against Grindel, Ozil brought up Grindel’s own words and political history:

“To you, Reinhard Grindel, I am disappointed but not surprised by your actions. In 2004 whilst you were a German member of Parliament, you claimed that “multiculturalism is in reality a myth [and] a lifelong lie” whilst you voted against legislation for dual-nationalities and punishments for bribery, as well as saying that Islamic culture has become too ingrained in many German cities. This is unforgivable and unforgettable.”

We should talk about the picture with Erdoğan. It was a dumb thing done by Ozil, and he shouldn’t have done it.

Ozil’s explanation for the picture is that he respects the office of the President of Turkey. He argues that the picture was him taking pride in his Turkish identity, in the country of his parents, rather than supporting Erdoğan and his repressive politics. If that is true, then Ozil was being naive at the least, and obtuse at the most.

Respect for the office is not an adequate explanation or apology for taking a photo with a man who is responsible for heinous and repressive actions. Especially when that picture can and did get used as right-wing propaganda. If Ozil wasn’t in support of Erdoğan, then he needed to be more careful, because regardless of his thought of the picture as apolitical, that’s not the way the world works. Neutrality is a myth. Emre Can, another German player of Turkish descent, had the same opportunity to be in the picture and declined it.

The problem with the criticism that followed after the picture, as Ozil explains, is that it was instantly colored by the hate towards him. In the same way that a lot of supposed on-field criticism of him for Germany also is affected by what people think of him as the child of Turkish immigrants. It was always going to be near impossible to separate the backlash against a stupid picture from the sinister suggestions that he isn’t a legitimate German. It doesn’t matter if the whole team does badly, it’s Ozil who takes the brunt of the blame. And the picture with Erdoğan, as Ozil wrote, provided the perfect cover for everyone who has always hated him to hide behind.

The bigotry that followed the fallout over the picture — of the fact that he’s always singled out when the German team does badly — are proof of the anxious life that even the most exceptional immigrants live. Underneath the praise and awards given to them during times of success, they’re still considered outsiders. Outsiders that always have to prove that they belong. And if they make one mistake, it can all be taken away.

Ozil is not alone in the anxiety that his identity makes him a radical figure and a lightning rod. As much as the diversity of the French team was championed because they won the World Cup, it wasn’t that long ago that the same diversity was seen as the problem when they crashed out of the 2010 World Cup. Romelu Lukaku of Belgium also has the same problem: “When things weren’t going well, they were calling me Romelu Lukaku, the Belgian striker of Congolese descent.”

The underlying idea behind this denial of people like Ozil seems to be a stupid conception of what identity is and can be. It’s a willful and fearful blindness to what a person is. It’s cover for bigots, lest they have to confront the insecurity over the fact that much of what they are comes down to luck of being born in a particular place and looking a certain way.

The denial comes from the thought that a German, Belgian, Frenchman, American, has to fit a mold in order to be legitimate. That they have to look a certain way, believe certain things, and behave in a particular manner.

So even though Ozil was given the “Bambi Award” in 2010 as an example of successful integration into German society, it did nothing to change the opinion of those who never saw him as truly German. In their eyes, nothing ever will. All his success in 2010 with Germany did was to quiet them for some time, and they waited for him to fail to resurface.

The picture with Erdoğan, the failure of the national team at the World Cup, created the perfect environment for people who never considered Ozil as German to tell him to “piss off to Anatolia.”

The truly sad part of all of this is that with Ozil leaving, people like Holzhauer, Steer and Grindel get their wish. They’ve created an environment that’s so toxic that he can’t even be properly rebuked for naivety or idiocy without it becoming racist and in turn have forced him to remove himself completely. So now the German team looks more like how they think it should, without someone who forces them to consider that their view of identity is simplistic.

Unfortunately that’s how racism is effective. More than the visceral hatred that comes from insults, it is the creation of an unbearable situation that forces individuals to live in anxiety, to marginalize themselves, and eventually to be forced to leave when they feel abandoned and denied. It’s not just the fallout from taking the picture with Erdoğan that forced Ozil to retire, but as he wrote, it was the constant reminder from the media, German fans, the German federation and people online that he wasn’t wanted and accepted. The picture, as stupid as it was, also gave his critics the perfect weapon to reinforce their denial of him.

[cleopatrarps]

Magic Ronaldo lights up World Cup with hat-trick to deny Spain

SOCHI, Russia (Reuters) – Portugal captain Cristiano Ronaldo lit up the World Cup in his own inimitable style on Friday, curling in a late free kick to complete a remarkable hat-trick and earn his team a 3-3 draw in an enthralling clash with neighbors Spain.

Soccer Football – World Cup – Group B – Portugal vs Spain – Fisht Stadium, Sochi, Russia – June 15, 2018 Portugal’s Cristiano Ronaldo celebrates scoring their third goal REUTERS/Hannah McKay

In by far the best game of the tournament so far, Ronaldo twice put Portugal in front, Diego Costa replied each time, Nacho gave Spain the lead with a stunning volley and Ronaldo then had the last word with a superb free kick he won himself.

Ronaldo has a relatively poor free-kick record for Portugal and when he and Raphael Guerreiro both stepped up in the 88th minute, many of their fans might have hoped the left back would have been allowed to have a go instead of his skipper.

Instead, Ronaldo stood with his legs apart in familiar pose, rolled up his shorts and curled an exquisite effort around the Spain wall and into the net past the helpless David de Gea.

The 33-year-old, who took his tally to 84 goals in 151 games for the European champions, became the fourth player to score in four World Cups after Brazil great Pele and Germany’s Uwe Seeler and Miroslav Klose.

He also became the first player to score in eight major tournaments in succession after hitting the target in the last four European Championship tournaments.

The goal denied Spain what would have been a morale-boosting win after a traumatic and extraordinary week which saw coach Julen Lopetegui sacked on Wednesday, barely 48 hours before kick off in the Group B game.

The Spanish federation said Lopetegui had negotiated a contract to take over at Real Madrid without their knowledge, and replaced him with Fernando Hierro who took charge on Friday.

Soccer Football – World Cup – Group B – Portugal vs Spain – Fisht Stadium, Sochi, Russia – June 15, 2018 Portugal’s Cristiano Ronaldo celebrates scoring their third goal REUTERS/Hannah McKay

Nacho’s first goal for Spain and a blunder by their usually reliable keeper David De Gea were almost lost in the drama.

The other match in the section was pedestrian by comparison yet it was Iran who went top of the standings with three points after their 1-0 stoppage-time win over Morocco.

“I’m very happy, it is a personal best (the hat-trick), one more in my career and the most important thing is to highlight what the team has done,” said Ronaldo.

EXPLOSIVE START

The match got off to an explosive start when Ronaldo beat Nacho on the left of the box with a stepover, was tripped and emphatically converted the penalty himself.

Slideshow (8 Images)

Spain quickly got into their stride and Costa equalized in the 24th minute as he latched onto a long ball forward by Sergio Busquets, bundled off a challenge from Pepe, slipped around two defenders and slotted his shot past Rui Patricio.

The goal was confirmed after the incident was reviewed by the video assistant referee (VAR), being used at the World Cup for the first time, for a possible foul on Pepe.

Spain appeared to be on top as Isco rifled a shot against the bar, only for Ronaldo to strike again one minute before halftime with the help of De Gea’s blunder as the ball hit his hand and slipped agonizingly into the net.

Costa leveled from close range 10 minutes after the break, Spain went ahead for the first time with a remarkable strike from Nacho, who met the ball on the volley at an awkward height and sent an inswinging shot in off the post.

Spain thought they had won the game but Portugal had other ideas as Ronaldo provided the perfect end to another extraordinary night in his career.

Hierro was clearly happy after his first match in charge as his team showed they should by no means be written off.

“We feel very proud of the players after the adversity of the match itself,” he said. “We’ve come back and equalized twice, we feel great commitment and pride.”

Writing by Brian Homewood in Moscow; Editing by Ken Ferris

The post Magic Ronaldo lights up World Cup with hat-trick to deny Spain appeared first on World The News.

from World The News https://ift.tt/2t2o9v9 via News of World

[newestbalance]

Magic Ronaldo lights up World Cup with hat-trick to deny Spain

SOCHI, Russia (Reuters) – Portugal captain Cristiano Ronaldo lit up the World Cup in his own inimitable style on Friday, curling in a late free kick to complete a remarkable hat-trick and earn his team a 3-3 draw in an enthralling clash with neighbors Spain.

Soccer Football – World Cup – Group B – Portugal vs Spain – Fisht Stadium, Sochi, Russia – June 15, 2018 Portugal’s Cristiano Ronaldo celebrates scoring their third goal REUTERS/Hannah McKay

In by far the best game of the tournament so far, Ronaldo twice put Portugal in front, Diego Costa replied each time, Nacho gave Spain the lead with a stunning volley and Ronaldo then had the last word with a superb free kick he won himself.

Ronaldo has a relatively poor free-kick record for Portugal and when he and Raphael Guerreiro both stepped up in the 88th minute, many of their fans might have hoped the left back would have been allowed to have a go instead of his skipper.

Instead, Ronaldo stood with his legs apart in familiar pose, rolled up his shorts and curled an exquisite effort around the Spain wall and into the net past the helpless David de Gea.

The 33-year-old, who took his tally to 84 goals in 151 games for the European champions, became the fourth player to score in four World Cups after Brazil great Pele and Germany’s Uwe Seeler and Miroslav Klose.

He also became the first player to score in eight major tournaments in succession after hitting the target in the last four European Championship tournaments.

The goal denied Spain what would have been a morale-boosting win after a traumatic and extraordinary week which saw coach Julen Lopetegui sacked on Wednesday, barely 48 hours before kick off in the Group B game.

The Spanish federation said Lopetegui had negotiated a contract to take over at Real Madrid without their knowledge, and replaced him with Fernando Hierro who took charge on Friday.

Soccer Football – World Cup – Group B – Portugal vs Spain – Fisht Stadium, Sochi, Russia – June 15, 2018 Portugal’s Cristiano Ronaldo celebrates scoring their third goal REUTERS/Hannah McKay

Nacho’s first goal for Spain and a blunder by their usually reliable keeper David De Gea were almost lost in the drama.

The other match in the section was pedestrian by comparison yet it was Iran who went top of the standings with three points after their 1-0 stoppage-time win over Morocco.

“I’m very happy, it is a personal best (the hat-trick), one more in my career and the most important thing is to highlight what the team has done,” said Ronaldo.

EXPLOSIVE START

The match got off to an explosive start when Ronaldo beat Nacho on the left of the box with a stepover, was tripped and emphatically converted the penalty himself.

Slideshow (8 Images)

Spain quickly got into their stride and Costa equalized in the 24th minute as he latched onto a long ball forward by Sergio Busquets, bundled off a challenge from Pepe, slipped around two defenders and slotted his shot past Rui Patricio.

The goal was confirmed after the incident was reviewed by the video assistant referee (VAR), being used at the World Cup for the first time, for a possible foul on Pepe.

Spain appeared to be on top as Isco rifled a shot against the bar, only for Ronaldo to strike again one minute before halftime with the help of De Gea’s blunder as the ball hit his hand and slipped agonizingly into the net.

Costa leveled from close range 10 minutes after the break, Spain went ahead for the first time with a remarkable strike from Nacho, who met the ball on the volley at an awkward height and sent an inswinging shot in off the post.

Spain thought they had won the game but Portugal had other ideas as Ronaldo provided the perfect end to another extraordinary night in his career.

Hierro was clearly happy after his first match in charge as his team showed they should by no means be written off.

“We feel very proud of the players after the adversity of the match itself,” he said. “We’ve come back and equalized twice, we feel great commitment and pride.”

Writing by Brian Homewood in Moscow; Editing by Ken Ferris

The post Magic Ronaldo lights up World Cup with hat-trick to deny Spain appeared first on World The News.

from World The News https://ift.tt/2t2o9v9 via Everyday News