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[ptvsport]

FIFA World Cup: Denmark needs to up the tempo against France, says Hjulmand

FIFA World Cup: Denmark needs to up the tempo against France, says Hjulmand

Denmark coach Kasper Hjulmand said his team must find another gear against France when it meets the reigning champions in a crucial Group D clash on Saturday, having found itself behind the points tally it would have wanted at this stage. The Danes were held to a goalless draw with Tunisia on Tuesday while France crushed Australia 4-1 to go top of the group and could qualify for the last 16 with…

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[localshoethief]

The french football team doesn’t feel

🧑‍🍳👩‍🎨🧚‍♂️🥨🥖french🥐🎨🎭🧣💄📽️

[allpromarlo]

2018 world cup was so ass they had to give us this masterpiece to make up for it

[drowningwavesstuff]

How the hell they (Japanese) manage to looks good and win the game also?Ehh multitaskers?

[paulk19]

How I Arrived at Tumblr (part 6)

I had high hopes when I signed up for Mastodon.  I had read about the content moderation, the bans on hate speech and promotion of violence, and the decentralized nature of the platform.  I took my time selecting an instance, and finally found one devoted to genealogy.  That’s a hobby of mine, I work on my tree a couple of nights a week, so I joined.  In a matter of a week or so, I had over 40 followers.  Everyone was very nice, I had some positive exchanges, and I thought, “this is how it’s supposed to be.”

I started to feel a little awkward, though, because while I did post on my family research, most of my posts were on other topics: New York City, history, economic observations, and an occasional joke.  Meanwhile, the other “geneadons” were way more into genealogy than I was.  They were posting about webinars, new records coming online, different sites, etc.  In retrospect, I should have left well enough alone.  No one was objecting.  And it wasn’t stopping others from posting cutesy cat pictures several times a day.

I decided to move my account to a history instance.  Whether that led to my demise on the site, I can’t tell.  What I soon found out was that many Mastodonians have an unhealthy obsession with Elon Musk.  I guess they resented him because they felt he forced them off Twitter.  I get it, and I sympathize even though I wasn’t a bird site refugee.  I despise Musk as much as they do, perhaps more.  I’ll probably devote an entry or two to him down the line a bit.  So you can imagine my discomfiture when I found myself in the position of defending him.

I woke up one morning to find Mastodon all aflutter because Musk had suspended some reporters for publishing the comings and goings of his private aircraft.  I thought then, and still think now, that that’s creepy.  I wouldn’t like to have my whereabouts constantly tracked (nobody would), and I don’t have millions of people who hate me.  At least not yet.  I called it out, stressing that I was no Musk lover but I understood his objection to it and that I saw no practical purpose to it other than harassment.

You can probably guess what happened next.  I was bombarded with the argument that his flight paths were public information and they had the right to track him.  True enough, but that didn’t address my point.  One person argued that it was a way to call out his eco-hypocrisy.  That Teslas are “greener” than ICEs are a big selling point, but in the meantime he flew to Qatar to party at the World Cup.  She believed he should have flown commercial.  (Reference my comment about millions of people hating him).  It was well-known that Musk was in Qatar.  He posted all kinds of pictures from there.  It was hardly necessary to track his flight to find out.

Someone else claimed that Musk’s outrage in another case was not justified because he wasn’t on the plane.  However, Grimes and their child were.  In my opinion, that makes the tracking even more objectionable.  I daresay that many people, myself included, would be even more concerned if their loved ones were being stalked rather than just themselves. 

I will acknowledge that everything was civil.  There was no name-calling or ad hominem attacks.  In fact, I had a very nice exchange with a gentleman who disagreed with me.  Civil exchanges or not, drivel is still drivel no matter where it comes from on the political or economic spectrum.  And at the end of the day, creepiness is still creepiness no matter how civilly it is expressed.  And, while I think Musk did genuinely dislike the tracking, he probably derived a modicum of pleasure from “owning” his critics and haters.  Why give him that?  And, with apologies for the cliche, he’s not paying rent to live in your head.

I’ll be back with one more entry in this series to tie everything together, then I’ll move on to more interesting subjects.

[pizzaanatomy]

[arkking1]

Which is the best player in FIFA world cup 2022

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[ptvsport]

FIFA World Cup LIVE updates, Matchday 7: Argentina to face Mexico in must-win game, Australia vs Tunisia at 3.30pm IST

FIFA World Cup LIVE updates, Matchday 7: Argentina to face Mexico in must-win game, Australia vs Tunisia at 3.30pm IST

Welcome to Sportstar’s live Day 7 build-up for the FIFA World Cup 2022 in Qatar. Four matches – Tunisia vs Australia, Poland vs Saudi Arabia, France vs Denmark and Argentina vs Mexico – will be played today. DAY 7: QATAR 2022 LIVE UPDATES As we gear up for today’s action in the ongoing FIFA World Cup in Qatar, here’s how the four matches panned out on Friday. Lionel Messi pays tribute to Diego…

[science-of-politics19]

FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 teams, schedule, timing, venue

Qatar is the first-ever Middle East country that is hosting FIFA World Cup. It starts from November 20 to December 18. The final match will be played at Lusail Iconic Stadium. https://scienceofpolitics.in/fifa-world-cup-qatar-2022-teams-schedule-timing/

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: A New World {10}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: The heat of Qatar packs a punch and causes drama but nothing like what happens when the race ends. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, reader illness WC: 2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten NAV: Lights Out One

Round Eighteen - Qatar GP

“Goddamn this place is hot. I’m sweating my tits off.”

“Are you?” Lando chuckled. “‘cause they still look good to me.”

You rolled your eyes at his flirty wink and continued to try to fan yourself as you scanned your pass at the entrance. “Fuck, this has to be some crime, it’s inhumane to make us race in this heat. How the hell are you wearing a hoodie?”

“It’s comfortable.”

You couldn’t even fathom a response as you stared at Charles, but he just shrugged with a smile and said, “He’ll take it off for the ice bath.”

Your enthusiasm perked at the idea of both a shirtless Lando and submerging into the cold water. Except you knew you would be in your own motorhome where your ice bath was prepped, not able to enjoy the view in McLaren or Ferrari.

“Are you going to be okay in there, mon amour?” Charles asked as they stopped outside your destination. Neither of your boyfriends were happy with leaving you alone, but you hadn’t heard a thing from Lance all week and assumed his father was to thank for that. His son had been absolutely slated online after the video went viral, now he kept a low profile.

“I can handle the big baby,” you said with a nod, cursing the laws that stopped you from kissing them both. “Go, before I get us arrested.”

Lando’s lip curved up into a smirk. “Didn’t we give you enough attention this morning to last a few hours?”

“Non, mon cher,” Charles laughed. “Our sweet will never have enough.”

You hated how your blood began to rush faster from a few whispered words, and they continued to tease you as they went on their way.

“Remember to hydrate, Spitfire.”

You pressed the button on your steering console and nearly gagged as warm water filled your mouth. It was an effort to swallow but you forced the liquid down knowing you were losing much more from your body through sweat. Your suit was drenched and your eyes stung when even the balaclava couldn’t keep your forehead dry and the sweat ran into your eyes.

“I’m having words with Russell after the race, we can’t drive like this,” you complained again.

“I’m sure he will have a few drivers with the same issue. Sargeant is retiring from the race.”

You lapped the Williams car as it limped slowly into the pits but you couldn’t spare a thought for the rookie as your vision started to blur again. Shaking your head violently, you recovered your focus in time for turn one and throttled through it. Another lap down, too many more to go.

Your head was hazy, and your sight wasn’t much better. You were fairly sure it was muscle memory that kept the car on the track as you didn’t really remember the last few laps after your water ran dry. In all honesty you may not have realised the race was over if it wasn’t for Charles slowing down ahead of you. For a moment you thought you were gaining on him but you weren’t that lucky.

“What were the results?” you panted as you followed Charles on the warm down lap, running over the marbling and ignoring the system settings you didn’t have the energy to enter.

“Verstappen, Piastri, Norris, Russell, Leclerc, you. Nice job.”

“And Stroll?” The lap seemed to be going on forever as you took each turn at a snail's pace. You were hot and itching to get out of the seat that was most definitely burning your asscheeks.

“P11.”

You pulled into the pits and the engine stalled as you failed to disengage it properly. The failsafes clicked in and you fumbled for the harness as the need for fresh air almost suffocated you. Your mouth was too dry and the taste of metal coated your tongue. You didn’t even have the strength to climb over the halo and just slid down to the asphalt.

It took every ounce of will power to stand upright with the intention of making your way to Charles. But, as soon as you were upright it was as if all the blood drained from your brain and it was too heavy to hold up. You tried to take a step towards the ambulances that had arrived but when your foot lifted, the world tipped into darkness.

Lando searched the crowd as he stepped out onto the podium and waved proudly at his third podium in three races. He had seen Charles before being sequestered to the cool down room but hadn’t caught sight of you. Now he couldn’t find either as he scanned his team's area.

“Can you see them?” he asked Max beside him.

“No, but I saw Charles heading to her car before we left. Relax, she’s probably just chosen an ice bath over you.”

Lando snickered. “I won’t take it personally, I’m fucking cooking here.”

It was Jon who pulled him aside the instant his shoes hit the bottom step at the back of the podium. Lando knew something was wrong the moment he saw the worry etched on his PT’s face. “Max, you should come too,” Jon stated, his hand wringing together. “It’s your sister.”

Jon quickly recounted how you had collapsed from exhaustion trying to get to the ambulance in parc ferme. Charles had reached you first and then they had taken you straight to the medical centre, which was where Lando and Max were racing towards.

The medical centre was busier than either man had ever seen it and they passed Ocon and Sargeant looking a little worse for wear. Both looked up from their narrow cots in a curtained area but it was Logan who pointed to the door to a more private space.

“She’s in there,” he said softly. “They’re about to transfer her to the hospital. Sorry. Thin walls.”

“Appreciate it,” Lando nodded, skipping to catch up to Max as he pushed the door wide open.

“Zusje…”

Lando froze as he saw Charles sitting beside you, his hand holding yours carefully to avoid the IV that was pumping fluids back into you. Your race suit had been cut away and cooling blankets enveloped you as they worked to bring your core temperature back down into the safe range.

“I thought she fainted?” Lando murmured as he stepped closer and into the space Charles made between his legs, laws be damned. He placed his hand over yours, lacing his fingers between Charles as he sat on his knee.

“Her blood sugar was way down,” Charles said, his voice struggling to remain steady as he pointed to one of the bags connected to the IV. “Severe dehydration, hyperthermia. They are sending her to the hospital for monitoring, just waiting for the helicopter to arrive.”

“A helicopter,” Max frowned. “That’s not normal, right?”

“No,” Charles whispered before swallowing deeply and holding Lando tighter. “There’s something else that showed up in her blood test, mon cher.”

Lando twisted to see Charles as his voice broke. “What?”

Max circled the bed and reached for the papers that were still hanging from the machine that had since been turned off. “She’s pregnant too?”

Charles looked down and nodded, Lando’s spine stiffening at the news before he stood up and snatched the pictures from Max’s hands. His empty hands balled into fists and it was only your body in the bed that kept him from jumping over and tackling your boyfriends to the ground. “Which one of you klootzakken knocked her up?”

“It was an accident,” Charles said as he rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around Lando’s waist. “The doctor thinks she’s about 12 weeks along, but he wants the maternity unit at the hospital to check them.”

“She’s been racing,” Lando murmured, still in a state of disbelief. “She could have crashed.”

“She didn’t know,” Max growled under his breath. “How could she not know?”

The doors opened and three heads turned to see the FIA Director walking in, his eyes taking in the scene. “Good, you are all here.”

Max turned his anger to the Director who had clearly been debriefed on the situation. “How could you let her race in her condition? She got randomly tested in Singapore.”

“We test for drugs, Mr Verstappen, not pregnancy. General health check ups fall on the teams, any further questions should be directed to Aston Martin.”

More footsteps came down the hall and a nurse came with the news that the helicopter had arrived. Charles bent down and kissed your forehead, your skin still too hot on his lips. “I’m sorry, mon amour.”

Only family were allowed in the helicopter and there wasn’t enough space for everyone so Max ended up flying while Charles and Lando broke every speed limit on the road to reach the hospital. 

“She’s going to hate us,” Lando whispered into the silence that plagued the car. “Fuck, Charles, we’ve ruined her career.”

“Hey, shh, she’s not going to hate us,” he said, taking Lando‘s hand while praying he wasn’t lying. 

“Did you see it?” Lando asked, absentmindedly stroking the picture he still held. “A baby, Cha.”

“I didn’t believe them when the blood tests came back,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips before it dimmed. “I can’t help wishing she was awake to see it.” 

“Do you think…do you think it will be okay? The training, and racing…What if it hurt-”

“Don’t, Lando,” Charles cut him off with a shake of his head. “Don’t think like that, mon cher. Put your brave face on, for her. We’re here.”

Charles' hand slipped from Lando’s as they got out and it was a reflex to reach for each other when they met at the front of the car, except they couldn’t. Not there, not in public. The most they could allow was their shoulders to brush as they stormed inside the hospital and followed the signs to Maternity.

A dull thumping whomped around your head as you came back to consciousness and it took a while to realise the sound wasn’t inside your brain but from the helicopter you were a passenger in. Straps held you down on the gurney and you struggled against them before a hand gripped yours.

“You’re alright, zusje, calm down,” Max said through the headset that matched yours.

You looked around confused about how you had ended up in the back of a helicopter but it was the lack of two other people that worried you most. “Where’s Charles and Lando?”

“Don’t worry about those assholes, they’ll meet us at the hospital.”

You blanched at the acerbic tone and watched your brother's jaw clench with rage. A shiver broke across your skin despite still feeling like you were cooking from the inside out. “What happened?”

Max looked away and shook his head, refusing to explain further as the chopper started to descend. Mad at him, and mad in general, you pulled your hand away and found the buckle, unclipping yourself and reaching for the IV next.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m fine, Max, it’s just a little heatstroke.”

The nurse travelling with you had the same look on her face as what Max vocalised but she was more calm when she spoke. “You almost went into cardiac arrest, ma’am, and you are still at risk so please lay back on the cooling pads. We only want what’s best for you and the baby.”

Max winced and dropped his head into his hands. “Fuck.”

You blinked. Then blinked again. Maybe you did have more than just a little bit of heatstroke because you were obviously delirious. With a laugh you fell back into the cold blankets. “Crazy,” you mumbled as the buckle was refastened across your chest. “Could’ve sworn she said baby.”

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[applejuicefruit]

hiii! can i request you being kylian mbappè best friend and going with him at the world cup and there you meet olivier giroud and you both fall in love but kylian is very protective of you and don’t want you to date because of your age difference (reader being 22/23 and oli 36) so he protects her and he’s jealous please ❤️

Please yes😭

Thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ❤️❤️

In your eyes

World Cup was this year and you couldn’t wait to go with your best friend and his family.

You and Kylian were best friends since you were kids. Due to the fact that your parents were friends you grew up together and were really close friends. You always attended his games, you supported him no matter what and he made sure to beat the shit of your ex boyfriend when you found out he cheated on you.

Unfortunately you missed World Cup 2018 and you couldn’t go with him but this year it would have been different. Kylian invited you and your family to join him at the WC in Qatar and you couldn’t be more enthusiastic.

Kylian also promised you that you could meet all the football players and you honestly couldn’t wait. You were a huge football fan so just the fact that you could watch his matches live made you happy but to think about that you were going to meet the french team? You were dreaming.

After the first game Kylian kept his promise. France won against Australia and of course Kylian scored in that match - so now the team came back to the hotel and celebrated.

Kylian invited you on their floor so you could celebrate with them and in that way he could introduce you to them.

You melted the moment you met Antoine Griezmann, one of your favorite football player ever but someone else caught your attention.

“Hi…I’m Olivier Giroud, nice to meet you!” he introduced himself shaking your hands and in that moment you felt like dreaming

“Hi nice to meet you! I’m y/n!” you shook his hands too

“What a beautiful name!” he smiled at you and in that moment you felt your legs going jelly. What was going on with you?

“Oh thank you…” you replied shyly “you play for Milan right?” you asked him trying to make a little bit of conversation

“Yes! I’m glad you know that!” he told you with a surprised look

“Yes I’m a huge football fan actually…it’s kind of a dream being here” you said honestly

“I’m glad Kylian took you here” he said now teasing you a bit

“Oh…yes I’m glad too!”

“Hope you enjoy the rest of the night!” he said hugging you and going back to his friends when they called him

What did just happened?

You were sure you were dreaming. Olivier Giroud, aka, one of the most handsome man in the whole world just flirted with you? You were kinda left paralysed until you heard Kylian’s brother calling you and telling you to go with him and eat something.

But as you were happy, Kylian wasn’t as happy as you. He saw everything and it kinda made him mad the fact that you were drooling over one of his teammates. Kylian was very protective of you, especially due to the fact that you were younger, you were 22 and he was 23 so he felt more protective and always acted more like a big brother. He wasn’t jealous, he always supported when you got into new relationships but he wasn’t enthusiastic about your boyfriend choices. They always ended up cheating on you, breaking your heart or treating you like shit so Kylian had to put them in right place.

He just had no idea why you were drooling over Olivier.

“Hey Kyky I’m going back to my room, thank you so much for inviting me here, I really appreciate it” you said to Kylian and he simply nodded and smiled to you.

You left and went straight into your bedroom, taking a quick shower and changing into some comfy pajamas, going straight to bed and staring at the ceiling thinking about what happened tonight.

A few minutes later you saw a notification from instagram.

“Olivier Giroud has started following you” and you were literally going crazy.

How did he found you?

Probably he stalked Kylian’s instagram since he has a couple of pictures with you but they’re kinda old.

That man was really a tease.

You fell asleep almost 20 minutes later, smiling and thinking that maybe this holiday would be good for you.

You woke up with some heavy knocks on your door.

“Wake up sleepyhead! The sun is shining and I want you to have breakfast with us” Kylian said from the other side of the door

“Ky what time is it?” you asked him with your low voice

“Time you wake up! The guy’s won’t wait for you and they’ll finish all the good food!”

“I’m coming I’m coming!” you said not even hearing what he said but then everything clicked - the guys - he invited you to have breakfast with him and the team, meaning Olivier would be there too! Now you were up and getting ready, opting for a nice t-shirt and a pair of jeans, nothing to fancy since you didn’t want to be the centre of attention.

“Look who’s up!” Kylian said the moment you opened the door and you simply smirked at him while he hugged you.

You both got down where everyone were having breakfast. You noticed you weren’t the only woman since almost every footballers wife were there too.

You sat next to Kylian who was facing his brother.

“Can I sit here?” a voice you recognized very well asked you while pointing to the chair in front of you

“Sure” you replied him smiling while he sat

“Did you sleep good?” he asked you and you nodded while never stop smiling. Kylian was looking between the two of you to see if you could notice the way he was feeling uncomfortable but you and Olivier were too focused on each other’s presences to even notice it.

“So” Kylian said making you both look toward him “Olivier how’s Angela?” he asked him and you could feel his look tense. Now who was this Angela?

“I think she’s good, I don’t know” Olivier replied a bit annoyed by this question

“I thought you were dating…or kinda, had a thing going on?” he asked knowing this might hurt you but he didn’t want you to have a crush on Olivier - he knew how football players change their girlfriends like their socks and he didn’t want you do be a replacement or a rebound to some failed dates

“No we were not dating Kylian…” he answered sipping his black coffee

“Oh my bad…” he said smirking a bit and you had no idea of what was going on

“Angela is a model” Kylian explained to you “and she had a thing going on with Olivier back in Milan, we talked about her when we were playing for the Nations League but then I haven’t heard anything about her” he finished explaining and you simply nodded.

A model?

Of course a model.

Football players have high standards. They don’t date girls like you. They look for models or influencers or perfect girls with perfect bodies and perfect smiles. You were not of those and it kinda hurt you.

“We flirted a bit in the summer…nothing to serious” Olivier stated and you nodded pretending you didn’t care.

After that you had breakfast in silence thinking of your next moves.

While you and Ethan were talking you didn’t notice Olivier and Kylian talking in the corner of the room.

“Kylian was that necessary?” Olivier asked him

“Yes it was. I don’t want you near her”

“It’s not your choice to make Kylian”

“But it is if I can help her making the right choice…I don’t want you two to date”

“Can I at least know the reason?” Olivier asked him. He was a very calm man but right now he was losing his patience

“I’ve seen her growing up! She’s my best friend and I want her to protect her!”

“Protect her from me?” Olivier asked a little bit hurt now

“Yes. Protect her from getting her heart break again! She’s been through so much, she’s kind and she let people taking advantage of her without her noticing…she got her heart broken so many times and I can’t stand to see her again like that, not because of you Olivier” Kylian said honestly

“I wouldn’t break her heart”

“You don’t know that! Plus, Oli be realistic, you’re kinda old for her don’t you think? You’re 36 and she just turned 22!” Kylian was getting mad now

“Well she’s an adult she can make her own choices Kylian. I really appreciate you taking care of her but I would never break her heart, I like her, a lot. Definitely falling in love wasn’t on my top list of things to do during the world cup but I fell for her the moment I saw her at the stadium cheering for us! Kylian trust me…”

Olivier said with a sincere tone

“I don’t know…she’s my best friend and if you hurt her I swear-“

“I’m not gonna hurt her…I want take things slowly…I saw that she liked me too and if she’s okay with it I want to ask her out tonight…”

“Olivier…”

“Trust me Kylian…and if I hurt her you can kick my ass” Olivier said laughing

“I’ll do more than just kick your ass…I broke her ex nose when I found out he cheated on her” Kylian said with a proud look and Olivier just looked shocked

“Good to know…well, I’m gonna ask her out…” Olivier said looking at you laughing with Ethan and he couldn’t help but smile too

“Good luck” Kylian said and smiled at him and then he left.

Olivier approached you while you were talking with Ethan.

“Can we talk?” Olivier asked you offering his hand to help you stand up and you gladly accept it

“Did something happened?” you asked him once you got in the corridor

“Yes, well no, not exactly I just…”

“Are you okay Oli?” you asked him and he melted when you called him Oli

“Are you free tonight?” he asked you out of nothing

“Yes!” you shouted “I mean, yes why?”

“There’s a nice restaurant next to the hotel and I was wondering if you would like to come with me?” he asked you smiling

“As a date?” you teased him a bit

“As a date” he confirmed

“Yes, I would gladly come with you”

“Perfect! Be ready at 8 pm! I’ll pick you up from your hotel room” he said before leaving “I have training now but I’ll see you tonight”

And you simply smiled at him.

You had a date with Olivier Giroud?

You were so happy you couldn’t wait for tonight. You honestly thought this holiday would be good for you. The man you had a crush on wanted to take you for dinner and you felt like dreaming and all you had to do was thank Kylian for giving you this opportunity.

[footballerimaginess]

Hello, can you please write an imagine where Pedri's relationship with y/n is secret but she goes to Qatar to support him for WC and is spotted with other wags and players after the game and news about them is spreading?

I mean only if it makes sense XD

Travelling out to Qatar for Pedri's first world cup, you were so excited to travel with his family to see this amazing moment. As you were sitting up in the stands with all his family and friends, you wandered over to see the other Spanish wags as you knew a lot of them from being in Barcelona. After the 7-0 game, Pedri jumped up in the stands, like the rest of the players did. "Hi" you smiled as you felt all eyes were on you as your phone was going crazy. "Y/N SPOTTED WITH SPAIN WAGS. RECENTLY DATING PEDRI" you laughed as you spotted all of the tweets and photos which were being posted on Instagram. "I guess everyone has found out now" you laughed as you showed him. "Well let them" he leaned in as he pressed a kiss on your lips. "Love you" you whispered as you rubbed your hands against his cheek as the photographers were going crazy.