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thomasmuellerfcbayern · 5 years ago

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Lisa Müller im Interview

Lisa Müller (29) war nach ihrer Trainerin Isabell Werth die erfolgreichste Teilnehmerin in den vier Grand Prix-Prüfungen des CDI4* Fritzens. Birgit Popp hat sich mit der Ehefrau von Fußball-Superstar Thomas Müller unterhalten.

St.GEORG: Herzlichen Glückwunsch zu Ihren Erfolgen beim CDI4* Fritzens! In der Grand Prix Special-Tour wurden Sie hinter Ihrer Trainerin Isabell Werth und Bella Rose mit Stand by me Zweite im Grand Prix mit 75,478 Prozent und ebenso im Special mit Ihrer persönlichen Bestleistung von 77,106 Prozent.

Lisa Müller: Ich hatte gehofft, dass wir unsere Ergebnisse von 72, 73 Prozent hier bestätigen können, dann lief ja am Freitag der Grand Prix ja schon sehr gut mit 75 Prozent und da dachte ich, oh, jetzt wird schwierig. Also Ruhe bewahren und doch wieder darauf schauen, dass wir 72, 73 Prozent reiten. Dass es jetzt so gut war, ist umso erfreulicher.

SG: Sehen Sie den heutigen Special-Ritt als noch steigerungsfähig an?

LM: Auf jeden Fall! Die Galopp-Wechsel müssen noch sicherer werden und einfach noch viele Kleinigkeiten, wo ich mich noch nicht so traue, auf Angriff zu reiten. Aber Stand by me ist da immer so engagiert, dass ich ihn nicht dabei bremsen will.

SG: Über 77 Prozent im Special und das bei einem Vier-Sterne-CDI und Championatsrichtern, das bringt Sie ja selbst in Deutschland auf Augenhöhe mit Championatspaaren. Gehen Ihre Gedanken schon in diese Richtung?

LM: Ich glaube, da lassen sich die Verantwortlichen noch ein bisschen Zeit, bis sie sehen, dass das gefestigt ist. Sie wollen mich bestimmt noch nicht so schnell, denn sie wissen auch, dass noch kleine Unsicherheiten drin sind. Da ich auch keine Championatserfahrung im Pony- und Junge-Reiter-Lager habe, bin ich vielleicht nervlich auch noch nicht so stark wie manch anderer. Das haben sie natürlich auch im Hinterkopf.

SG: Ihre Verbindung zu Österreich ist allerdings auch sehr stark …

LM: Ja, mein Vater kommt aus Klagenfurt in Kärnten. Meine Mutter ist Deutsche, und ich besitze die deutsche und die österreichische Staatsbürgerschaft. Aufgewachsen bin ich im Süden von München.

SG: Sie könnten die Nationalität, für Sie starten also jeder Zeit wechseln.

LM: Ja, das könnte ich.

SG: Ist das überhaupt ein Thema für Sie, war das schon einmal in Ihrem Kopf?

LM: Dass man einmal Championate für Deutschland reiten kann, ist, glaube ich, extrem schwer. Jeder Sportler hat sicherlich so einen olympischen Traum, aber ich muss sagen, die Österreicher sind in diesem Jahr sehr stark aufgestellt. So ganz habe ich mir die Frage noch nie gestellt, aber natürlich ist es schön, auch wechseln zu können. Ich bin Österreich sehr verbunden, ich mag einfach Land und Leute und (mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht) bei manchen Leuten gehört Bayern eh zu Österreich dazu. Ich glaube, ich warte jetzt einfach erst einmal ab. Wenn man irgendwann einmal so gut wäre, in der deutschen Equipe reiten zu können, und die wollen einen dann trotzdem nicht, kann man sich das immer noch überlegen. Ich glaube, das muss man jetzt nicht über den Zaun brechen.

SG: Es hat auch alles seine Vor- und Nachteile. In Deutschland ist es schwerer in die Mannschaft zu kommen, dafür hat man dann aber auch eine Mannschafts-Medaille recht sicher.

LM: Genau, und da habe ich ja gar keinen Druck, mich jetzt entscheiden zu müssen.

SG: Das Pferd, mit dem Sie in den Grand Prix-Sport hineingewachsen sind, ist Dave. Seit wann haben Sie ihn?

LM: Er ist jetzt 16 und ich habe ihn seit sechs Jahren. Mit ihm bin ich Piaff-Förderpreis und Stars von Morgen und meine ersten internationalen Prüfungen geritten. Er hat mir eigentlich alles beigebracht und bringt mir auch heute noch alles bei.

SG: Aber er ist schon etwas wechselhaft?

LM: Ja, er ist eine sehr starke Persönlichkeit. Dave ist Dave und für ihn müssen alle Umstände passen. Das heißt, das heiße Wetter findet er eigentlich nicht so toll. Er kämpft schon für einen, aber häufig unter seinen Bedingungen, was ja auch ganz schön ist.

SG: Und Stand by me?

LM: Er ist genau das Gegenteil. Er will immer kämpfen und rennen und manchmal ist es ein bisschen zu viel. Das „immer vorwärts“ und „ich mach’ schon mal“ ist leider manchmal auch falsch. Man muss immer etwas bremsen und sagen, gleich kommen die Wechsel, aber erst kommen die Zweier und dann die Einer. Warte mal noch. Er ist immer sehr angespannt und will da auch durch.

SG: Wie lange haben Sie Stand by me?

LM: Seit Anfang neunjährig, also seit Februar 2016.

SG: Ein Pferd hat den ‚Vornamen’ Birkhof’s, das andere Gut Wettlkam’s, was ist Ihr Gestüt?

LM: Gut Wettlkam beim Ruhrpoldinger Forst. Gestüt Birkhof von Thomas und Nicole (Casper, Anm. d. Red.) war der Vorbesitzer von Dave. Wir haben es so gelassen. Man soll den Namen eines Pferdes nie ändern. Bei den anderen Pferden war es immer nur ein Zusatz. Das bringt kein Pech, wenn man den Namen ändert.

SG: Sie trainieren seit letztem Jahr mit Isabell Werth, wie läuft das in der Praxis ab?

LM: Ich fahre alle sechs Wochen für eine Woche zu ihr oder sie kommt im Winter, wenn sie Zeit hat, zu uns runter, und wir trainieren auf den Turnieren zusammen. Ansonsten trainiere ich mit Götz Brinkmann.

SG: Wenn ich mich recht erinnere, sind Sie 2013, 2014 in den Grand Prix-Sport eingestiegen und waren 2014 auch beim CDI Mannheim am Start.

LM: Ja, das ist richtig. Da habe ich in den Einstieg in den Grand Prix-Sport über die Piaff-Förderpreis-Tour und die Stars von Morgen-Serie genommen. Mannheim war mein erster Versuch, in der internationalen Grand Prix- Tour. Aber der war, glaube ich, nicht so gut.

SG: Durch wen sind Sie zum Reiten gekommen?

LM: Ich war schon immer begeisterter Pferdefan und mein Opa mütterlicherseits hat die Leidenschaft mit Ponyreiten gefördert.

SG: So haben Sie Gut Wettlkam gemeinsam mit Ihrem Mann Thomas Müller erworben, es kommt nicht von Ihrer Familie?

LM: Ja, das habe ich gemeinsam mit Thomas erworben. Meine Eltern hatten mit Tieren eher weniger zu tun.

SG: Ihr Mann Thomas Müller ist sehr engagiert in der Pferdezucht, Sie haben auf Gut Wettlkam viele Zuchtstuten, sind Sie selbst sehr interessiert an der Pferdezucht?

LM: Nein, da kenne ich mich gar nicht aus. Thomas ist durch mich zum Pferdesport und den Pferden gekommen und hat dann begonnen, sich für die Pferdezucht zu interessieren. Da er zeitlich durch seine Fußballkarriere nicht so häufig reiten kann, hat er sich für die Zucht entschieden.

SG: Ist es ein Ansporn, wenn man weiß, dass der Ehemann so erfolgreich im Sport ist oder hat das gar nichts zu sagen? Wie muss man sich das vorstellen?

LM: Es ist eigentlich hilfreich, weil er sich mit internationalem Topsport gut auskennt, aber es spornt mich jetzt nicht in der Weise an, dass ich sage, ich muss jetzt erfolgreich sein, damit ich in Thomas‘ Fußstapfen treten kann.

SG: Aber, ich glaube, es ist schon ein ganz gutes Gefühl, wenn man die Aufmerksamkeit für seine eigene Leistung bekommt und nicht nur, weil der Ehemann im Rampenlicht steht.

LM: Das stimmt! Aber wir haben uns eh aus allem ein bisschen herausgehalten. Es ging immer nur um den Reitsport. Aber ich freue mich total über den heutigen Erfolg und ich kann es noch gar nicht richtig fassen. Es muss noch ein par Stunden sacken, bis ich es so richtig realisiert habe.

SG: Welche Turniere stehen als nächstes an?

LM: Stand by me hat jetzt erst einmal ein bisschen Pause, weil er viel gelaufen ist. Das tut ihm auch mal ganz gut. Im Moment haben wir bewusst Donaueschingen ins Auge gefasst. Dave darf in drei Wochen bei uns zuhause bei den Bayerischen Meisterschaften gehen.

SG: Da ist das Ziel, Bayerische Meisterin zu werden?

LM: Dave entscheidet das, glaube ich, jeden Tag aufs Neue und ich muss mit Daves Entscheidung leben.

Frage an Thomas Müller: Sie haben den Ruf, immer sehr kritisch zu sein. Gibt es heute am Special-Ritt Ihrer Frau etwas auszusetzen?

Thomas Müller: Heute überhaupt nicht. Ich war heute vor dem Ritt sehr nervös und irgendwie hält diese Nervosität durchgehend an. 77 Prozent – damit habe ich auch noch nicht gerechnet. Aber es war natürlich eine tolle Prüfung! Ich bin froh, dass ich genau zum Turnier auf dem Schindlhof noch auf Urlaub bin und ich es komplett über den gesamten Zeitraum hinweg miterleben konnte. Das macht riesig viel Spaß. Das Turnier läuft super, einfach perfekt!

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fxndom--trxsh · 6 years ago

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On Display part 1 - Calm Down Leila, You Got This (a Manuel Neuer series)

A/N: So this is the first part of a series about Manuel Neuer that I published on Wattpad and I thought I might as well post the chapters here too. Enjoy!

Okay, I told to myself, calm down Leila, you got this. You got THE job as the media manager of THE football club Bayern München. You fucking got this, girl!

As I look once more in the mirror, all the confidence I struggled to fake is slowly fading away. You are the proud valedictorian of last year's Media and Communication Management Faculty in München. I tell myself again. All the teachers loved you. They praised you. You are the best media manager this team has ever had.

Hard to believe. But who really am I, you ask? My name is Leila Drücker, born in the chilly September of 1993, in the pretty city of München, which I happen to adore. Of course, being born here, and precisely in my family, which is heart and soul for football, I was raised to make the local team, FC Bayern München, my own personal God. Which, more or less I did. Yes, I admit, I have a particular affection for the rival team, Borussia Dortmund, as well (my father would kill me if he knew), but my heart will always be for our sweet Bayern. Plus, our players are hotter (okay, I might have had a crush on a certain goalkeeper when I was younger, but it's over now, I swear).

So when I got this glamorous job, involving travelling across the world with the players and working with a huge team of people (as their boss, might I add) to take care of the public image of the club, I couldn't be happier. How I managed, you ask? Well I am the best in the branch (cocky me), the club specifically asked for someone really young, to understand the latest publicity practices (I'm not even 23 yet, so you understand why I was suitable for this) and the last person before me has quit to work for Barcelona (fucking traitor).

Will I be able to boss around such a large team of people? They are all really nice and helpful, thank God for that, but I am just not the type. I am a little bookworm (how did you think I got to be the valedictorian) and I'm not in any way imposing. I'm just awkward.

And the awkwardness is also my main problem today. I look once more in the mirror, checking the outfit, wondering if it was the correct choice for finally meeting THE football team. I am simply not the type of girl to be seen around any football player at all, not even by accident, let alone to be their media manager. First of all, I am not petite. I am actually the opposite of petite, standing a little over 1.7m tall, with a generous amount of curves adding to my figure. Ouch. Then, I am not blonde, and that is some sort of sacrilege in Germany. My hair is dark, with that particular texture between wavy and curly that makes it impossible to be set in place. The only thing that's saving my appearance are my eyes, popping in a greenish-blue shade in the middle of my face.

My cat, Milo, comes and rubs his tail around my feet, stopping my glaring at the mirror. Okay Leila, you got this girl, time to hit the press conference, you rock!

"Bayern is pretty much prepared for the beginning of the new Bundesliga season, I assure you. We're going to have a fresh start, we've made quite some changes already, starting with our new media manager, fräulein Leila Drücker."

I smile sheepishly at the camera as the Coach announces my name and thankfully he doesn't expect me to say anything, but instead he continues to talk about his strategies as the new manager of the club. I mentally award him a cookie for that move, because who knows what kind of embarrassing things I would've said if I had the slightest opportunity. The whole "this is you new public appearance - maintainer" thing went smoother than I expected (all the players were super comfortable with me and treated me like they've known me forever) and now I am having quite a pleasant conversation with Lisa Müller and his husband, the hyperactive goof that keeps asking me to use his left side for the future posters, as his wife gives me a "please bear with him" look.

"Hey Manu, Manu, come meet Leila! She promised me she'll use my left side from now on!" Thomas shouts as he sees his friend, the certain above-mentioned goalkeeper, coming our way.

"Hallo Leila! I'm Manuel Neuer." he says, pulling his right hand out for me to shake.

"Yeah I know." I answer, as I grab his hand and shake it slowly. Smart answer, Leila.

"Oh I'm flattered!" he chuckles, placing his hand on my shoulder, making me stiffen at the contact.

I want to add that it's my job to know, but let's be honest now, this guy was my pre-puberty crush. Instead, I sit here, in front of a dream come true, smiling forcefully and slightly nodding my head, searching for something remotely interesting to say. But I don't have the chance, as he continues:

"Well let's hope you'll make justice to our image. I'll see you around." he says, gently patting my shoulder as a "bye-bye, little child" and then leaving, taking Thomas with him.

Still baffled by this historical meeting, I look at Lisa just to see her watching slightly concerned as her husband is struggling with two of those huge German beer glasses, trying to pass one of them to Manuel. She sighs and she turns to me, taking my arm.

"The boys are just a bunch of children, honestly. They need to be constantly looked after."

"So it seems." I giggle, as I see the entire team drinking their asses off. "It's gonna be quite and adventure to take care of their image."

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bornoffside · 7 years ago

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Holland - Marco Reus (3)

May 3rd 2016.

Mario was nervous.

You’d think he’d be used to the pressure that came with the Champions League, but it was something he doubted that even the best players got used to. It was the semi-final against Atletico Madrid, and they needed to win at least 2-0 in order to make it to the final.

He knew that he wasn’t starting, but that didn’t change the fact that he was sweating before the game even started. For what it was worth, they were all nervous, some were just better at hiding it than others.

“You ok?”

Mario hadn’t even noticed how hard he was staring at the floor, until the calm voice broke him out of whatever trance he was in.

“Yeah…yeah, I just- I’m…”

Robert chuckled at his anxious response, not even betraying an ounce of nervousness. He was starting, there would be enormous pressure for him to score, and yet he was calmer than anyone Mario had ever seen. He really didn’t know how the Pole did it.

“Get out of here, get some air before the match starts. You have half an hour before Pep gets here, so go and clear your head.”

Mario nodded determinedly, it wouldn’t be good for anyone if he was nervous when the game started. The last thing he wanted was everyone else getting antsy because of him, so he took his friend’s advice and walked out of the changing room. It was still early, over an hour before kick-off, so he headed down the tunnel and sat down on the grass just beside the pitch.

He stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back on his palms and shutting his eyes somewhat peacefully. When his arms started hurting, he moved to a new position, crossing his legs and allowing his elbows to rest on each knee as he hunched over.

He didn’t know how much time had passed since he sat down, but the tension in his posture was enough to reassure him that he was far from relaxed. As if hearing his very thoughts, two gentle but firm hands were placed on either shoulder, massaging the tension away.

It felt so good, Mario wasn’t even paying attention to the fact that there was probably a stranger touching him at the moment. Instead, his head fell back and he just knew that it had landed on a chest…a woman’s chest. His eyes shot open instantly in panic, only to be met with a cheeky smirk and cocked brow.

A happy laugh escaped him, and he shot up off of the ground to face her.

“Cara!”

He crushed her in a strong hug, and she chuckled at how childlike he looked with the small blush on his cheeks, it was adorable. Mario relaxed as she wrapped her arms around him, she had that effect on him. Even though he still had a tiny crush on her, she was a comforting person to be around. Just like he was for her during her tour.

“What are you doing here?”

He let go of her, but kept a hand on each of her shoulders anyway. She looked good, as usual, he thought. Her waist-length dark brown hair was curled effortlessly and tied into a high ponytail that revealed the small cannon tattoo on the back of her neck. Her tanned complexion stood out nicely against the white top she wore beneath her black leather jacket, a healthy glow from the Californian sun. He knew she had a thing for being comfortable, so he wasn’t surprised to see her dark wash skinny jeans tucked into red All Stars.

“I’m watching the game, did you seriously think I wouldn’t?” She gave him a contagious wide smile, excited to see her friend again after so long, and mentally ‘awwww-ing’ at the familiar accent that laced his words. She was happy to be back in Germany, and knew that being back in London meant she would be seeing a lot more of him.

“I’m just surprised to see you here…I thought you would be staying in London for a while.”

“I was there for like…2 weeks. My mum says ‘hi’ by the way.” She joking rolled her eyes, knowing that her mum and Mario got on like a house on fire as soon as they were introduced. In all honesty, he was the first real friend she ever had. Which was extremely sad considering she met him when she was 19.

Sure, she had acquaintances and workmates before she became a famous singer, but never someone she would hang out with on the weekends or go shopping with.

They had met the year he had signed for Bayern, when the German team had to face Arsenal in the Champion’s League. It was entirely by chance that they had run into each other (literally), but he was apparently a fan of her early work which had been released in the same year, so they hung out a bit. From there, they had become great friends, and he was the very first person she had introduced to her mum.

“Ah, Lisa! I miss her, tell her I will come and visit soon.”

Cara let out an exaggerated groan, which turned into a chuckle as soon as he shoved her shoulder in half-hearted reprimand.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let her know! Hey, what time do you have to go back?”

“Oh, scheiße!”

Mario took his phone from his pocket, hastily checking the time and lightly grabbing Cara’s leather-clad elbow to lead her back through the tunnel when he noticed he only had five minutes.

“So, do you have any plans after the game?”

Cara shook her head, she didn’t plan anything while she was in Germany, she was just going to wing it. Mario beamed at her, glad to be able to spend time with his friend.

“Not really, I was just going to head back to the hotel. I bought my driver tickets for his family, so at least I’ll have something to talk about on the way back.” She joked.

“No way, I’ll drive you back. We have a lot to talk about anyway.”

She gave him a grateful smile, and accepted his offer. She’d choose Mario over some random driver any day of the week, but she would never ask him to go out of his way to do so. She was about to reply when her eyes landed on something else, and only a gasp escaped her lips.

“Oh my god.”

He let out a quiet hiss when he felt a surprisingly tight grip on his forearm. She had latched onto it like a vice, and he looked over to see what was wrong with her. Her face was completely blank, but he could see the awe in her eyes.

“What? What’s wrong?”

By now they had completely stopped walking, but her grip was unrelenting.

“Is-is that…Oh my god, it is.” He almost laughed when her jaw clamped shut tightly, knowing that she was suppressing a squeal. What he didn’t know, was what she was willing to squeal about. She never freaked out for anyone, not even the celebrities she had met in the States.

He followed her gaze and burst out laughing when he noticed who had her so starstruck. He really should have known, he knew about her total fangirling when it came to Lewy. She had a Borussia Dortmund shirt with his name on it, it was the only shirt she owned that wasn’t Arsenal-related. Well, that was what she had told him...

The Polish striker noticed Mario’s loud laugh straight away and shot the two of them a charming smile as he approached them.

Cara’s grip on Mario’s arm tightened the closer he came, and the German winced but he knew that she wasn’t even aware of it.

“There you are, I was looking for you. We have to go soon.”

Mario nodded at his friend’s words, while Cara just stared at him. Lewy gave the younger man an expectant look, waiting for him to finally introduce the woman he had heard so much about.

“Oh!” Finally realising what his friend was waiting for, he turned to look at Cara. “Uh…Lewy, this is Cara, and Cara, this is Lewy.”

“I know.” They both replied at the same time, and shared a laugh while Mario rolled his eyes. He was surprised that Cara could even talk without stuttering. She could have been an actress with how easily she made it look like she wasn’t panicking. He knew she was on the inside.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, the boys are big fans, and Mario has told me a lot about you.” He gave her that charming smile again and she mentally squealed.

“Thank you, I’m a huge fan of yours too.”

He could see that she was being genuine, rather than just saying out of necessity. Mario had really told him good things about her, and from what he could tell so far just by looking at her in person, without the influence of the media, she seemed like a sweet girl.

“Oh, I won’t keep you any longer. You have to get ready, right?” She looked back to Mario for confirmation.

“Yes, but if you want I can introduce you to the team, and then we can catch up after the match?”

She was hesitant to agree to his offer. Cara wasn’t particularly sure she would stay conscious if he introduced her to the team, she had practically torn his arm off and it had only been one player that had approached them.

“I don’t thi-” Just as she was about to refuse, a loud and happy voice interrupted her.

“Hey, losers! What are yo-Oh! Hey guys, Cara Tate is here!”

Robert closed his eyes and shook his head lightly in exasperation, knowing the woman was about to be completely hounded by the team as soon as Thomas opened his mouth.

“What? Really?”

“The singer?!”

“Wait! I haven’t got my shorts on yet!”

The woman in question released a breath she didn’t realise she had been holding, as soon as Thomas Müller made his way over.

“Hi! Uh…my name? My name is-”

“She speaks German, you idiot.” Robert chuckled at Mario’s blunt response to their teammate’s English-speaking attempt. But the other striker seemed to perk up at the news, giving both the former Dortmund players an uneasy feeling.

“Great! That makes it so much easier to introduce you to everyone.” He grinned his usual grin, and threw an arm over her shoulder, not even giving her enough time to argue as he dragged her to the locker room. Cara could only turn her head to look back at her best friend, a pleading look on her face as she was hauled away and out of sight.

Surprisingly, Cara had survived the introductions quite well, but she wouldn’t deny that it was amazing to meet half the team - most of the starting 11 had already made their way out to warm up. It made her a little self conscious knowing that she was completely out of her depth. These were football players, and while singers were pretty high up on the social ladder in the States, she felt beneath them here.

She had grown up watching football 24/7, in her eyes, they’d always be more important than she was, and that made it feel like trying to impress the popular kids at school all over again!

But they were so nice, and she was surprised to see that they really were fans. When the time came for her to leave, they had taken a group selfie for her to upload, and they’d even coaxed her into wearing a Bayern shirt for the night. Mario was surprised that she had chosen one of his, knowing that she could have taken one of Robert’s easily, but he wasn’t going to complain. It was nice knowing that she’d wear his jersey when all she usually wore was Arsenal kits.

So now she stood in a VIP box that Chris had arranged (how? she had no idea) and waited patiently as the seats of the Allianz Arena filled in. Cara decided that it was a good time to post the selfie and quickly typed out a tweet.

@TateMate: Hey there, Munich! Look who’s with me at the Allianz Arena right now? #MiaSanMia They got this!

She mentally scolded a few of the boys when she was notified of them retweeting, knowing that they shouldn’t have been anywhere near their phones at this time. It was time to focus, and she had completely faith that they would win, she just hoped that Atlético wouldn’t score.

It didn’t take long for word to spread, and before she knew it, her face was on the big screen. Cara was used to the attention by now, but she gave the fans a perfectly practiced smile, and a short wave when they cheered. Her twitter account had already blown up with notifications.

“Hello, do you mind if I sit with you?”

Cara’s attention snapped over to her left, and she gave the beautiful woman a small smile. She knew exactly who she was, but Mario had never introduced them, only spoken of Ann-Kathrin.

“Not at all, please…” she waved a hand to the seat beside her welcomingly. “I’m Cara, I don’t think we’ve been introduced yet.”

In truth, she was nervous to meet the older woman. Cara didn’t want to think of stereotypes, but she really hoped that the model wasn’t a snob.

“We haven’t, but I feel like I already know you. You can call me Ann.” Ann-Kathrin laughed lightly, putting Cara at ease when she realised that she would hopefully be pleasant.

“You’re one of Mario’s best friends, so I wanted to thank you for coming today. He gets so nervous, it always takes his mind off of the game when a friend comes along. Sometimes it’s Marco, but he doesn’t see you very often so it’s even better.”

Wow. Ok, so maybe Cara had misjudged her. But she faltered for a short moment when she heard the familiar name.

“Oh uh, it’s no problem. I don’t have many friends back home, just in America and well…Mario, so I don’t mind visiting when I get the chance.” She gave an awkward chuckle, not quite sure how to talk to a complete stranger.

But she learnt that the older woman was quite good at small-talk, and eventually conversation ran smoothly between them. Though her German was a little rusty so she sometimes asked Ann-Kathrin for help in that department. Either way, she was glad to not be sitting alone in silence any more.

They had exchanged numbers, and Ann-Kathrin had seemed excited to have someone she could spend time with, without having to wonder if they were only friends for the fame. Cara was after all, a singer/songwriter who was easy to spot no matter where she went.

The game had passed by in a suspenseful and bittersweet blur.

The boys had won 2-1 against Atletico, thanks to goals from Alonso and Lewy, but Antoine Griezmann’s goal sealed their fate in the 53rd minute. Atletico were going through to the final because of the away goals rule.

The hard part for Cara would be facing her best friend now. She suppressed a groan when she remembered that Mario would be driving her home, and hoped that Ann-Kathrin would be there too in order to ease the tension. Mario hadn’t played, but it would have still hurt him -probably even more so.

Cara waited for the stadium to clear out a bit before leaving, the last thing she needed was anyone hounding her in the crowd, especially when she didn’t have her security with her. Chris would murder her for it!

Ann-Kathrin had left a while ago, telling Cara that she was going to go see if she could cheer her boyfriend up a bit. Bayern didn’t lose very often, and even though they technically won, it was still counted as a major loss to not be going to the Champions League final. So there was no doubt in her mind that her boyfriend was devastated.

Seeing that there weren’t many people remaining, Cara started making her way down to the changing rooms, getting a little lost once or twice. In the end, a security guard named Martin had led her there, telling her to follow the hallway down with a smile, she had offered her thanks and he had shyly asked her to sign his match programme for him. He didn’t really have anything else, but she didn’t mind.

She made her way down the hall after thanking him, her eyes trained on the shiny floor as she fiddled with the hem of her Bayern jersey and thought of what she could say to Mario. If she was paying attention, she would have noticed the person who had just come out of the door to her left. If she was paying attention, she could have avoided the collision that followed. But she wasn’t paying attention.

“Oomph!”

The impact had knocked the air out of his lungs, but he remained standing. Unfortunately, even his quick reflexes couldn’t save the person he had collided with. Cara was sent to the ground, but her fall hadn’t been hard enough to keep her down for long. She was on her knees, hauling herself up almost instantly.

It was obvious that the person he had collided with was a woman, but he couldn’t quite identify her just yet, as her back was facing him. His pale brows furrowed in confusion.

The name on her back was 'Götze', but he knew that she wasn’t Ann-Kathrin. Mario’s girlfriend had just left, and this woman’s hair was both longer and darker. Though he couldn’t think of anyone else wearing the younger German’s name on their back. The only logical explanation was that she was a fan…but that couldn't be it either, fans weren’t allowed in this area.

When she finally turned around to face him, dusting herself off in the process, everything became clear. How could he forget? The whole team was talking about her, hell…the whole world was talking about her. He didn’t get an introduction, unfortunately he was warming up when they had met her.

“I am so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention…” Her apology trailed off quietly when she realised who she had literally run into.

She knew he’d be tall, most goalkeepers were, but she didn’t think he was that tall. She wasn’t short, her 5’7’’ frame was above average for women, but his strong arms alone were enough to make her feel far smaller than she was.

“No, it was my fault. I’m sorry.”

Cara felt her cheeks heat up at his reassuring smile. It was difficult to not stare at him, especially when his pale blue eyes held her own dark gaze. She had never met Manuel Neuer in person, but from what she had seen of him on TV, he was someone who didn’t lack in confidence.

He seemed so sure of himself and so composed during matches, it made her nervous to be around someone like that. She had the feeling that he probably excelled in whatever he set his mind on. He was probably a joy for his parents, a straight A student…you name it.

What was even worse, was that Cara had no idea what to even say to him. She didn’t know him, and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself in front of him. So she went for the safest option and reverted back to German.

“Oh, um…that’s ok.” She shot him a polite smile, her eyes awkwardly darting around the hallway instead of looking at him. “Actually, do you know where I could find Mario?”

Not wanting to seem rude, she returned her gaze to him once more, and unsurprisingly, he looked the picture of calmness. She probably looked like a lunatic, avoiding his gaze and blushing like a schoolgirl, but she didn’t care, she just wanted to find Mario and get out of there.

“Oh! I’m sorry, that was rude of me…I’m Cara.” She held her hand out in greeting, and an amused smile tugged at his features while he shook the offered hand.

“Manuel.” He nodded his head in the direction he had just come from, before continuing. “Mario should be out soon, just down the hall.”

She nodded with a grateful smile. “Thank you, this place is so big!”

He chuckled quietly, bidding her farewell before walking away. He may not have shown it, but not making it to the final had been tough on him, and he just wanted to get home.

——————————— “Hey, you ready to go?”

Despite the false cheer in his words, Cara could clearly see he was forcing a smile. Mario hadn’t even gotten the chance to play, so she could only imagine how down he was feeling. Ann-Kathrin had left a while ago, knowing that Mario wanted to catch up with his friend.

“Yeah…” she hesitated for a moment but decided to say it anyway. “I’m sorry, Rio.”

He quirked a genuine smile at the nickname. She had been trying to think of a decent nickname for him since they had met. First it was Luigi, which he absolutely hated, and then when he scored the World Cup winning goal she had started calling him ‘Rio’. Not only did it remind him of his greatest accomplishment in a city with the same name, but it also matched the ending of his own name.

“It’s ok, come on…I’m starving!”

She chuckled, but was all for getting something to eat. They had a lot to catch up on. In the end, they had decided to get pizza. It was a favourite for them both, and Mario had picked out a movie as soon as they got back to his place.

Mario set everything up, from the popcorn to the crazy amount of pillows and blankets that were all over his theatre room. They were sitting on the wide couch, Cara’s feet pressing up against his left thigh as they leaned on opposite armrests.

Halfway through the second Harry Potter movie -yes, you read that right- Mario had decided to ask something that had been on his mind since the moment he saw her.

“Cara?”

“Hm?” She looked over to him with wide eyes and a mouth full of popcorn. He laughed at the sight, and she almost chocked when she joined in. She nudged his leg with her foot, a silent way of telling him to stop making her laugh.

“Ok, ok!” His chuckles died down a little before he continued. “I was wondering how long you were staying in Germany.”

Cara’s dark brows furrowed in thought, not entirely sure herself. She hadn’t really decided when she would be going back to London. Her mum had told her to enjoy herself and come back when she really wanted to, and she’d heed the advice.

“Not sure…why?” She raised a brow in question, and tore her eyes away from the polyjuice potion scene.

“I just wanted to know if you were planning on coming to the Pokal final.”

She took a moment to think about it, knowing that she hadn’t even considered it before he brought it up. She knew it was only a few weeks away, and she also knew it was against Dortmund.

Cara didn’t know whether to risk it or not, but the hopeful expression on her best friend’s face won her over in the end.

“Yeah, of course…if you want me to?”

He didn’t hesitate in nodding, glad that he’d have her there for support. Mario knew that she preferred Dortmund to Bayern, but she’d still be there supporting him.

Now she just had to mentally prepare herself for the trip. She had two weeks to do so, and knew that under Mario’s watchful eye, it would be important to act as normal as possible…she just hoped that he would do the same.

#marco reus #mario gotze #robert lewandowski #thomas muller #bvb #borussia dortmund #arsenal #bayern munich #football #soccer

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Chapter ten

Saturday has come and I was currently driving Marco to the stadium as he apparently had been driving without a license, my bags at the back of his car. After quarter hour we arrived to the Stadium, Marco guiding me to the players parking lot. We reached the team and he said goodbye to me, leaving me with Cathy as he stepped inside with some of the players.

"Hallo" Cathy said cheerfully "Come here"

She pulled me with her and we reached a group of girls, she introduced me to all of them. They were Marco's teamate's wifes and girlfriends, which made me feel a bit out of place.

"She's Adi, Marco's girl" she said proudly.

"Nice to meet you" I said shyly looking at the ground.

They started to asked me where I was from, my accent giving me away. We made smal talk as they were all really nice and they were aparently interested in me. I was quite happy we get along because otherwise, it would have been a long weekend.

"Have you ever been to Munich?" asked a girl named Lisa.

"No" I answered "I just been a month in Germany and I haven't left Dortmund yet"

"Oh great" she said "Then we'll do some sightseeing tomorrow"

We then got into a bus, everyone shocked about my little bagage as I was just carrying a sports bag-size bag while all of them had brought big suitcases. Ten minutes later we arrived at Dortmund Airport and got into a plane to Munich, where we got after an hour. By the time we got to the hotel it was already dinner time and Lisa, Jenny and Sarah came over to mine and Cathy's yo ask us if we wanted to grab dinner with them.

The five of us – Cathy hadn't came – arrived to the restaurant. They had changed clother but I was still the same jeans and t-shirt but I had changed my boots into some heels and grabbed a smaller purse. They choose a slightly cheapier restaurant a had picked but I guess I would have made the same choice if I had as many money as them.

We sat down at our table and read the menu, deciding what we were having. I opted for garlick bread as an entreé, and some "kasespatzle", which was some kind of pasta as my main dish, and a Black Forest cherry cake as a dessert. As we waited for the entreés we made small talk, the girls interested about my life aparently. Once we finished our meals we payed and left the restaurant.

"Do you want to grab some drinks?" Jenny asked us.

We agreed and headed to a local bar where music was being played. We ordered our drinks and sat at a table, the drinks kept coming to our table and we kept talking, they getting me to know me and me getting to know them. We arrived at the hotel at two o'clock and we agreed to met next morning at the lobby so I could know the city.

The match began at five thirty so me and some of the wags had decided to meet at half past four at the lobby. I got down ten minutes before our meet-up time sporting my new BVB kit. This morning when I had opened my bag to dress I had found a present with a note "For the game" it said, when I had opened it I had found a Borussia shirt with the name REUS on the back and the number eleven.

I was currently wearing it with black skinny jeans and some trainers, my black coat on my hand in case it got colder. Cathy came down a little while before but she was goint with Matts' parents, who were wainting for her. After that the rest of the girls came down and, once we all were at the lobby, we made our way to the stadium.

I had never been at the vip section of any stadium's and I was sequealing like a little child on the inside an trying to keep it cool on the outside. We then sat at the stands and made small talk while the teams were warming up.

Soon after that the game started, Borussia dominating the first minutes but loosing its pace giving Bayern a chance to react. Marco was sat at the bench wearing the BVB tracksuit while concentrating on his teammates playing. The game was a tough one, both of the teams fighting for the win. At the minute 25 Neuer kicked the ball, Müller recieving it and scoring the first goal of the match. The team tried to recover but ten minutes later a penalty was materialized by Müller, scoring the second Bayern goal. Borussia tried to score after that and a minute later Auba was able to do it scoring the first goal for Borrusia, the third of the match. I cheered for them at the top of my lungs, both Sarah and Jenny screeming with me, getting excited about the ocasions.

"I already like you" Jenny said when the fist half ended, both of us breathless.

"Thank you" I said laughing

"You don't seem the Cathy's friend type at all" Lisa mentioned

"Why would you say that?" I asked

"It's just you're not a poshy, vain girl" she said "You're fun and laid-back"

"Oh, thanks. We met the same night I met Marco"

The conversation died down and soon after that the second half started. I realized the game wasn't going to end well as son as Bayern scored the third goal two minutes after the second half started. A little while after Marco started to warm up at the side with another teammates and at minute 57 he entered the field, Borussia making a double change. The team kept trying to equialize but they did not have any luck. Both of the teams had ocassions but Bayern managed to score two more goals while Dortmund couldn't. The final result was 5-1, which wasn't ver fair but that's how football is sometimes.

We headed back to Dortmund after the game, stopping at the hotel to pick out bags. It was half past eleven when we get to Signal Iduna Park, I picked my bag and headed to Marco's car. I waited for him outside as I didn't have the keys, freezing a little, still in my BVB kit underneath my coat. He came running a few minutes later, he lips forming a thin line, but his face lighted up at the sight of me.

"You should have waited inside, baby" he said approaching me "I'm sorry I took so long"

"It's all right" I said as he opened the car and both of us put our bags at the backseat.

He came to me to give me the keys and wrapped his arms aroung me, his gaze falling to my lips and then going up to meet my eyes.

"Thank you for being there" he wishpered.

After that he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth as soon as I parted my lips. My hands went up to his neck, playing with the little hairs at the back of his head as his pressed on my hips, his body pressed to mine, which was trapped in between Marco's and the car. The kiss grew hotter, his arm moving up to my shoulders as his mouth went to my neck, leaving open mouthed kisses and reaching up to my earlobe, where he bit gently as he pulled appart.

"Come on, let's get home" he said walking over the other side of the car.

We drove in silence to his house, myself actually enjoying driving the Range Rover. I parked at the front of the house, and we entered the house both of went to the kitchen to grab a snack. I took my coat off as Marco's house was warm and I heard him whistle behind me.

"That's the best present I ever got anyone" he said pulling me by the waist. Then he dropped his head to bring his mouth to my ear "You look so hot with my number on your back"

#marco reus #marco reus imagine #marco reus fanfiction #football imagine #love me now marco reus #chapter ten

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012719-ARE YOU A FIRST TIMER?

1. January 27

Righteous Among the Nations

Bible in a Year:

Exodus 16–18; Matthew 18:1–20

For such a time as this.

Esther 4:14

Today's Scripture & Insight:

Esther 4:5-14

At Yad Vashem, the Holocaust museum in Israel, my husband and I went to the Righteous Among the Nations garden that honors the men and women who risked their lives to save Jewish people during the Holocaust. While looking at the memorial, we met a group from the Netherlands. One woman was there to see her grandparents’ names listed on the large plaques. Intrigued, we asked about her family’s story.

Members of a resistance network, the woman’s grandparents Rev. Pieter and Adriana Müller took in a two-year-old Jewish boy and passed him off as the youngest of their eight children from 1943–1945.

Moved by the story, we asked, “Did the little boy survive?” An older gentleman in the group stepped forward and proclaimed, “I am that boy!”

The bravery of many to act on behalf of the Jewish people reminds me of Queen Esther. The queen may have thought she could escape King Xerxes’s decree to annihilate the Jews around 475 bc because she had concealed her ethnicity. However, she was convinced to act—even under the threat of death—when her cousin begged her to not remain silent about her Jewish heritage because she had been placed in her position “for such a time as this” (Esther 4:14).

We may never be asked to make such a dramatic decision. However, we will likely face the choice to speak out against an injustice or remain silent; to provide assistance to someone in trouble or turn away. May God grant us courage.

By Lisa Samra

Today's Reflection

Are there those you need to speak up for? Ask God about the timing.

WHY YOU SHOULD NOT GIVE UP

She made the right call.

They wanted her to give up and stop trying to get this..

But she refused and instead decided to believe God to turn things around for her...

Hear her:

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"I thank God for the prayers

that I offered when believing for

a job.

I was to pray and fast for 1 day

with breaking of the fast at 3pm,

as I believed an interview I did

(and was sent a regret) was not in

line with God's will for me.

When I broke the fast at 3pm,

at 5.30pm I received a phone call

to go to the offices.

On arrival at the office 2 days

later I was offered the job.

To God be the glory!"

-- Susan

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Last year by this time I made a HUGE promise in this newsletter.

I am about to deliver on that promise

in a few days. In case you missed it,

you can still learn about it here:

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Please let me know what you think!

Be An Overcomer

elisha

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3 Ways To Receive

Answers To Your Prayers

This Very Night

Every victorious prayer warrior has a collection of prayers that brings great deliverance and blessings.

In the next 7 minutes I’m going to show you the A-B-C of how to pray so that you receive answers to all your prayers without having to run around desperately looking for someone to pray for you.

This is for you if…

ü You cannot point to a tangible testimony of answered prayers.

ü You’re tired and frustrated with praying and praying without seeing any answers.

ü You’re forced to watch others share testimonies day in day out without anything to show for all your prayer and fasting and good works.

ü You’re are beginning to feel that God is not hearing you because of something in your past that the enemy keeps reminding you of.

Let me explain:

Imagine that the Lord Jesus is standing right in front of you this minute.

Like the woman with the issue of blood (Mark 5)... just imagine you can somehow stretch out your right hand and touch the helm of His garment, like she so famously did.

In the same way that her touch of faith caused her sickness to disappear …

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Please note this one thing:

That you can receive answers to your prayers this very night, without having to become a super-anointed prayer eagle.

No matter how stubborn the problem ...

Like the woman who just sent me this email:

"He Threw The Wedding Ring At Me But It Was Back On His Finger - In Less Than 24 Hours”

Praise The Lord! I am writing to testify of the Lord's goodness in my life, yesterday 13th November 2018, I opened my email and found an email: 3 ways to receive answers to your prayer this very night. I read the entire email and decided to trust God for an answer. I am currently going through marital distress and on Sunday 11th November 2018, my husband removed his ring and threw it at me, saying that he was done with the marriage, after being married in church for seven years. I decided to take it to the Lord in prayer. I employed three prayers I learned from your emails: 1. Oh Lord, open my eyes to see you and my ears to hear you in the name of Jesus! - this I prayed for two consecutive minutes. 2. Rivers of Marital distress flowing form my fathers side, my mother's side and my in-laws, dry up in the name of Jesus! 3. Holy spirit, wherever I have been rejected, cause them to come falling head over heals to help me in the name of Jesus! In less than 24 hours, my husband had looked for the ring and put it back on his finger. He even asked for some time for us to talk whenever am ready. Praise the Lord!!!! Thank you Elisha Goodman for teaching us how to fire at the hidden enemy.

- Name Withheld

-->Click here for MORE of such prayers>>

What would happen if you do not listen to what I'm saying to you now...

OR ... if you choose to do nothing about your situation today?

You may continue to swim in debt (God forbid), wallow in lack, poverty and shame, and watch your life gradually and painfully squeezed out of you...

... through endless attacks in the dream as you sleep, and in the real world when you awake.

That means you see …

Zero testimonies

Endless cycle of rejection

Pain and sorrow continually …

How do I know?

Confessions of a well-trashed prayer warrior

I once suffered so much at the hands of the enemy.

I mean I was beaten black and blue by the devil and his agents, who sometimes masqueraded as ministers of the gospel.

Things got so bad at one point I found myself homeless, forced to sleep under a tree!

After many years of pain and misery, the LORD had mercy on me.

Shortly after He gave me a strong mandate to go forth and show others the way out.

Literally He handed me a paper with 40 "prayer bullets" during a midnight vision.

He made it so simple to understand that anyone could follow it.

And receive answers to their prayers anytime they used the prayers.

There are thousands of praise reports from ordinary believers from 117 countries posted to our websites.

Most of them never believed they could pray and receive answers on their own, all by themselves.

But today, they are counting their blessings. And full of testimonies.

Like Irene from South Africa.

She wrote:

"How The Prayers Changed My Life”

Your prayers really really changed my life for the best.

Yesterday I collected my new Hyundai Tucson after driving Toyota Yaris for 11yrs. Ever since I came across this ministry 5yrs my life has never been the same.

I have been in great job with a good boss in the past 5yrs because of your prayers. Got married to my husband using your prayers 3yrs ago.

Got my baby boy Lesiba using this ministry ‘s prayers 1yr ago.My family is at peace all because of this prayers.

I was introduced to a great business in Feb2018 that allow me to make extra income around my full time job because of this prayers.

I can go on & on but I’m forever grateful to Elisha Goodman & the whole team for what you’re are doing.

You have really changed my life and now I want to share this site & the prayers with others so their lives can also change for the better --> click here for short course on prayers>>

- Irene , South Africa

How is it possible to share a testimony like this?

There are just 3 keys you need to know

If you’re a born-again believer, you have already been anointed and empowered to pray and receive answers directly from the LORD.

Believe it or not…

You do NOT need to become a super-anointed person to ask and receive all your heart's desires…

… so long as these desires are in alignment with the Word of God.

There are 3 simple keys.

Key #1: Know the prayer to address each situation

(so you do not end up praying amiss).

Key #2: Use the right spiritual weapons to target your exact

problem during prayer (there are over 100 of such weapons

in the Bible).

Key #3: Learn how to pray and dissolve the invisible walls that block

answers to prayers (such as unbelief, sin, dream attacks, etc.)

Remember what I said earlier?

You can receive answers to your prayers this very night, especially if yourears are “tuned” to hear what the Spirit of the LORD directs you to do during (and after) your prayers.

This is where (almost) all modern Christians are missing it.

They hear nothing during prayer.

Their prayers are not targeted.

They are (sadly) praying amiss (James 4:3).

Please close your eyes and take this one prayer:

O LORD open my spiritual eyes and ears in the name of Jesus.

Please pray it again. For 2 minutes.

So that your spiritual ears may be open to hear what the LORD is speaking to you.

Let me illustrate what hearing in the spirit looks like in real life.

There’s an email I received recently.

The writer was doing very well a year ago -swimming in divine blessings – when all of a sudden she lost everything mysteriously.

She is now homeless.

She has prayed and fasted much yet things are getting worse.

She’s truly baffled, frustrated and at the point of giving up.

Hear her:

I don't know if it's faith or hope am losing.

It's been Year. I've prayed. I've fasted. I've redone the prayer academy. But I've move(from staying on luxury hills to being homeless and sleeping in churches or at times with people who can accommodate me.

I don't where am going wrong. I even no longer hear from God regardless of my search for him.i meditate on his word and the testimonies in your emails.iam chases from place yo place .

I can no longer open my mouth to pray. Ive lost the meaning of fasting.

I no longer know where to turn or who to help me.my pastor also refuses to meet me to stand with me In prayer. Sighting being busy. I've prayed Jane's prayers to employment and some several job applications but nothing.

Iam very tired. If nothing please pray with me not to lose faith. I don't want backslide. I've lost balance totally. - Name withheld

What was my response to her email?

I began to read the first sentence. Two seconds later, I heard the voice of the Holy Spirit.

Telling me to ask her this question (hint: the answer to this question reveals the hidden root of her problems).

So I ask:

Thank you for your email.

First question: Did you have sex with anyone you are not married to?

Please reply

Her answer came back:

Yes I did. Last year.

Actually, now remembering. That was the beginning of my losing my job and whereas he began to do the best he's ever been in life.

(plus other details...)

What happened here?

She is the victim of a well-orchestrated satanic exchange of virtues – in the realm of the spirit.

Very stubborn kind of problem to solve.

However, with the hidden roots of her problem revealed, the problem is half-way solved…

… if she is willing to follow my simple suggestions, she will soon be sharing a shocking testimony of divine restoration.

There are prayers custom-made to target this type of problem where the individual unwittingly opens the doorways of her life and “invites” the enemy to come in.

Do you see how this works?

Without the divine enablement to hear in the spirit, this type of problem will remain unsolved.

So far you have discovered that …

#1: For every problem, there is a prayer tailor-made to deal with it

#2: There are specific targeted prayers to address the specific

problems you have today.

#3: Your prayers could be blocked or hindered in the realm of the

spirit – the only way to discover the root cause of the problem

PLUS the divinely-prescribed solution is to learn how to “hear”

and “see” in the spirit through prayer.

If you remember nothing else, I hope you get this one thing:

That you can receive answers to your prayers this very night, without even having to become a super-anointed prayer eagle.

It does not matter whether you are praying for answers in the area of: Healing and Deliverance Finances and Debt Freedom Salvation of loved ones Job and Career Advancement Marriages Relationships Dreams Prophecies Spiritual WarfareAt this point, you might be wondering:

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Be An Overcomer

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freeminimaps · 8 years ago

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32 World-Famous Paintings and Where to Find Them

And the day has come for us to honour your requests, our dear readers. So many of you have asked for this article that we could hardly keep track, so we finally decided to create it to satisfy your longing-for-art facets (wink)! We are going to list some of the most renowned canvas-projected masterpieces of the world and then we will simply attach the names of the establishments where they currently reside. If you are on an art-hunting spree, this article should be kept close at heart (even saved, it that is what it takes). So, without further ado, let’s get right into it!

1. Leonardo da Vinci: Mona Lisa – The Louvre (Paris, France)

2. Albrecht Altdorfer: The Battle of Alexander at Issus – Alte Pinakothek (Munich, Germany)

3. Francis Bacon: Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion – Tate Britain (London, England)

4. Giacomo Balla: Abstract Speed + Sound – Peggy Guggenheim Collection (Venice, Italy)

5. Hieronymus Bosch: The Garden of Earthly Delights – Museo del Prado (Madrid, Spain)

6. Pieter Brueghel the Elder: Landscape with the Fall of Icarus’ – Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium (Brussels, Belgium)

7. Sandro Botticelli: The Birth of Venus – Uffizi Gallery (Florence, Italy)

8. Pieter Brueghel the Elder: The Hunters in the Snow – Kunsthistorisches Museum (Vienna, Austria)

9. Caravaggio: Supper at Emmaus – National Gallery (London, England)

10. Gustave Caillebotte: Parisian Street, Rainy Day – Art Institute of Chicago (Chicago, USA)

11. Pieter Brueghel the Elder: The Triumph of Death – Museo del Prado (Madrid, Spain)

12. Paul Cézanne: Mont Sainte-Victoire – Princeton University Art Museum (New Jersey, USA)

13. Caravaggio: The Lute Player – three versions: Wildenstein Collection; Hermitage Museum (St. Petersburg, Russia); and Badminton House (Gloucestershire, England)

14. Mary Cassatt: The Child’s Bath – Art Institute of Chicago (Chicago, USA)

15. Paul Cézanne: Bathers – Philadelphia Museum of Art (Philadelphia, USA)

16. Thomas Eakins: Max Schmitt in a Single Scull – Metropolitan Museum of Art (New York City, USA)

17. Eugène Delacroix: The Massacre at Chios – The Louvre (Paris, France)

18. Salvador Dalí: The Burning Giraffe – Kunstmuseum Basel (Basel, Switzerland)

19. Jan van Eyck: The Madonna of the Chancellor Rolin – The Louvre (Paris, France)

20. Caspar David Friedrich: The Sea of Ice – Kunsthalle Hamburg (Hamburg, Germany)

21. Giorgione or Titian: Pastoral Concert – The Louvre (Paris, France)

22. Thomas Gainsborough: Mr and Mrs Andrews – National Gallery (London, England)

23. Théodore Géricault: The Raft of the Medusa – The Louvre (Paris, France)

24. Giorgione: Sleeping Venus – Gemäldegalerie Alte Meister (Dresden, Germany)

25. Vincent van Gogh: Café Terrace at Night – Kröller-Müller Museum (Otterlo, The Netherlands)

26. Francisco Goya: The Colossus – Museo del Prado (Madrid, Spain)

27. Vincent van Gogh: Self-portrait – There are many of them but most of them can be found in Amsterdam’s Van Gogh Museum

28. El Greco: The Burial of the Count of Orgaz – Iglesia de Santo Tomé (Toledo, Spain)

29. Francisco Goya: The Nude Maja – Museo del Prado (Madrid, Spain)

30. El Greco: View of Toledo – Metropolitan Museum of Art (New York City, USA)

31. William Holman Hunt: The Hireling Shepherd – Manchester Art Gallery (Manchester, England)

32. Edward Hopper: Nighthawks – Art Institute of Chicago (Chicago, USA)

Did you enjoy our list?

How many of the aforementioned works of art have you beheld with your own eyes? Make sure you hit the comment section below and tell us all about your travel-endeavours (wink)! Oh, and to spoil it a bit, we will surely return to this subject for there are a lot more exquisite masterpieces to discover.

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Thomas & Lisa Müller: Was beim Fußballstar „ausbaufähig“ ist

Die WM steht vor der Tür, aber Thomas Müller hat die Ruhe weg. BILD der FRAU sprach mit ihm und seiner Frau Lisa über Gemeinsamkeiten – und vergessene Hochzeitstage.

BILD der FRAU: In 5 Wochen startet die Fußball-WM in Russland. Sie wollen den Titel verteidigen – schon aufgeregt?

Thomas Müller: Aufgeregt nicht, aber in großer Vorfreude. Jetzt konzentriere ich mich aber erstmal auf die noch ausstehenden Spiele beim FC Bayern. Und danach geht’s ins Trainingslager zur Nationalmannschaft.

Lisa Müller: Als Weltmeister bei einer WM anzutreten, ist natürlich schon schwierig.

Thomas Müller: Wir stehen unter besonderer Beobachtung, werden dauernd öffentlich bewertet. Aber wir sind gut aufgestellt und motiviert. Wenn man mit diesem Druck gut umgehen will, ist es wichtig, dass man sich als Ausgleich ein gutes Umfeld schafft.

Wie sieht Ihr gutes Umfeld aus, Herr Müller?

Thomas Müller: Das ist unser Zuhause, unser Reiterhof in der Nähe von München.

Lisa Müller: Der Hof ist unsere gemeinsame Leidenschaft, unser Baby. Für mich ist die Pferdezucht ein Fulltime-Job, ich bin jeden Tag im Stall.

Und Sie, Thomas?

Thomas Müller: Ich schaue mal für eine halbe Stunde vorbei und gebe zu allem meinen Senf dazu…(lacht). Aber ernsthaft: Durch Lisa habe ich meine Leidenschaft für die Pferdezucht entdeckt, das macht mir großen Spaß. Die Pferde sind ein Teil unseres Lebens.

Gibt’s mehr Gemeinsamkeiten? Kochen Sie zusammen?

Lisa Müller: Thomas kocht für uns. Und er ist ein wahrer Meister, wenn es um Pasta geht.

Thomas Müller: Ich stehe gerne am Herd und probiere die Tricks aus, die ich von den Köchen der Nationalelf erklärt bekomme. Wir lieben auch die mediterrane Küche – die ist lecker, gesund, und es geht darum, zusammen zu genießen. Egal ob Pasta oder Knusperschnitzel mit Salat.

In der Küche ist also Thomas der Chef. Zurück zu den Gemeinsamkeiten: Was verbindet Sie?

Lisa Müller: Wir haben denselben Tagesrhythmus, dieselben Vorstellungen, wie man freie Zeit genießt.

Thomas Müller: Und wir lachen beide gerne und viel.

Sind Sie Langschläfer?

Thomas Müller: Wir gehen eher früh ins Bett und stehen auch früh auf. Wir machen ja beide viel Sport, gehen auch im Urlaub zusammen joggen.

Was unterscheidet Sie?

Lisa Müller: Ich fahre gerne mal in die Stadt: schön essen gehen, durch die Stadt bummeln, shoppen…

Und Thomas mag das nicht?

Lisa Müller: Es ist etwas schwierig für ihn, in Ruhe durch die Stadt zu bummeln. Überall sind Fans, die Autogramme und Selfies wollen.

Thomas Müller: Aber ich weiß ja, dass es so ist, wenn wir in die Stadt gehen, und kann mich darauf einstellen, dass ich dann das ein oder andere Mal erkannt werde.

Klingt anstrengend….

Beide: Ist es auch manchmal.

Lisa Müller: Thomas geht da lockerer mit um. Ich habe schon Verständnis dafür, dass Fans Fotos und Autogramme von ihm wollen, aber wenn ich für ein Selfie regelrecht zur Seite geschubst oder angerempelt werde, wundere ich mich schon manchmal.

Verständlich. Gehen Sie trotzdem auch mal abends aus?

Lisa Müller: Wir sind keine Partytiger, wir gehen lieber zu zweit oder mit Freunden ins Restaurant. Meistens sind wir allerdings vor Mitternacht wieder zu Hause. Klingt ganz schön langweilig, oder?

Gar nicht, eher gemütlich. Sind Sie ein romantisches Paar, feiern Sie besondere Daten wie den Kennenlern-Tag, den Hochzeitstag …?

Thomas Müller: Also, den letzten Hochzeitstag hat Lisa vergessen! (lacht)

Lisa Müller: Du hast auch nur dran gedacht, weil dich die Fans daran erinnert haben.

Thomas Müller: Ich hab halt die besten Fans. Da haben wir beide wohl nicht aufgepasst.

Oh oh.

Thomas Müller: Ach, ich bin auch kein großer Fan von Feiertagsritualen, ich mag auch den Valentinstags-Zauber nicht. Ich finde, man sollte sich das ganze Jahr über um seine Liebste kümmern und nicht nur an bestimmten Tagen.

Perfekte Antwort, oder Lisa?

Thomas sagt immer: Wozu soll ich dir Blumen genau an diesem Tag schenken?! Es ist doch schöner, wenn du sie als Überraschung einfach so bekommst.

Und, bekommen Sie oft Blumen?

Na ja, ich würde mal sagen, das ist durchaus ausbaufähig (Lisa Müller lächelt ihren Ehemann an, der grinst zurück).

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