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greta--gill · 1 day
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love is not a debt you pay. it’s not something you can give away. love is not the final straw, but it’s always a reason to risk it all. oh, it’s true. at least the way that i loved you. the way that i loved you—oh, and i still do.
“i still do”, maggie rogers
[in honor of kelley o’hara’s retirement]
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hi18364 · 2 days
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secret 3rd kid
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all the Dutch is from google translate so sorry if it’s wrong
[part 2]
Walking into the locker room where you would be spending the next 2 years of your life felt like a dream. It's all you have ever dreamt of playing with the best, taking after your mama. It's a big name to be associated with; everyone loves her, she is one of the best coaches in the game.
The door opening startles you. Looking at the clock on the wall, you realize you had been standing there for 30 minutes. An English voice startles you out of thought. “Hey, who are you? Are you meant to be here?” Before you can answer, the only real familiar voice responds to that question. “I guess we'll just have to do introductions now. You guys, this is Amalia Glotzbach, she is one of the new girls.”
Looking at the faces of the 4 girls standing not that far away from you, you can tell they were not expecting a new girl at the moment. Looking carefully at their faces, you try to see if any of them recognize your last name. By the looks on their faces, nobody knows, which you kinda expect from the girls that don't know your mama as you play under your dad's last name.
Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you turn to look at your new manger. “Do you want to introduce yourself properly?” Taking in a shaky breath, you nod at him. “Hey, I'm Amalia Glotzbach. I'm 16, I'll be 17 in a month. I've been playing football since I've been able to walk. I'm from the Netherlands.”
After saying the Netherlands part, Viv must have put two and two together. “Het kind van jouw Sarina.” (Your Sarina’s kid.) You smile at her. The other girls look confused. “Ja, ze is mijn moeder, mmm, kun je het misschien aan niemand vertellen? Ik wil gewoon gezien worden als mezelf en niet als Sarina Wiegman, jongen. Ik wil laten zien dat ik hier niet ben, alleen vanwege wie mijn moeder is. Ik weet dat mensen er ooit achter zullen komen, maar voor zover de wereld weet heeft ze maar twee kinderen.” (Yeah, she's my mama. Mmm, could you maybe not tell anyone? It's just I want to be seen as me and not Sarina Wiegman's kid. I want to show that I'm not here just because of who my mama is. I know at some point that people will figure it out, but as far as the world knows, she only has 2 kids.)
Waiting for her to reply, you look at the other three very confused girls. “Sorry about that,” you fake smile at them. After another brief silence, Viv speaks up. “Ik zal het aan niemand vertellen.” (I won't tell anyone.) Sending Viv a small smile, Beth speaks up. “I'm so confused but hey, I'm Beth Mead. Welcome to the team, kid.”
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There might be a second part of this I don’t know. and I’m sorry it’s so short I’ve tried my best to make it as long as I can
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gyudons · 1 year
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let athletes kiss! after, during and before a game. for love. for strategy.
bonus: this classic from r/nba
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more from the guardian article on the woso kiss behind the cut
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wosoworld · 3 months
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Idk why but I love this picture of Alexia😍
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kerouacorange · 16 days
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pookie vs bad bitch
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pressmiedema · 2 months
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katie mccabe on film <3
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patriwoso · 8 months
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Secrets • Guro Reiten
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You were never the best at keeping secrets, always accidentally spilling something you weren’t meant to or telling someone because the urge was just too much. But this time round you were pretty good at staying quiet.
A secret of 4 months, dating, flirting and a handful of firsts. Your relationship with Guro was kept quiet as you settled in together, wanting to make sure this was the right decision before telling anyone else.
You woke up with the sun creeping through the blind and hitting your eyes.
Groaning, you rolled over and tucked yourself into Guro’s chest, managing to get another half hour of sleep before it was time to wake up for the day.
She kissed you gently, the way you loved to wake up most. “Y/N” She kissed you again. “It’s 7”
You grumbled into her. “Five more minutes” Your arm slipped around her waist to stop her from leaving the bed. “I’m warm in here”
Guro giggled softly, rubbing your sides and watching you as you slept.
The 5 minutes passed and she reminded you that it was now time to wake, otherwise you’d be late to training and it would look suspicious if the both of you were late.
Of course though, typically, that is what had happened on this morning.
You had fallen back asleep whilst she had gotten into the shower, hurrying around once she’d come back into the room.
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You scurried behind Guro into the locker room, a few funny looks being thrown around as you look only half put together.
“Your late.” Millie smirks. “Both of you.” She raises an eyebrow.
“Guro gave me a lift but she just woke up late.” You blurted out, not really thinking through what you meant.
You hear her scoff slightly, choosing to ignore her reaction and sit down in your cubby, starting to change for the training session.
“Y/N?”
You look up and smile at Erin.
“You have a little… mark.”
Your eyes go wide and you turn to look in the mirror.
The big purple mark on your chest… all 4 of them.
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uswnt-has-my-heart · 9 months
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i love women’s sports because players will literally try to kill each other on the field and then end the game by hugging each other and planning brunch.
meanwhile in men’s sports, a man will commit a penalty against his best friend of 10 years and suddenly they’re requesting trades away from each other and both of their social medias have been nuked.
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wosobot · 1 year
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i miss her so much, your honour ♥️
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museszm · 3 months
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6 goals for number 6 + LW6 long ball assist for a BM goal we are so back
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katelynnwrites · 11 months
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alexia 🤣
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hi18364 · 12 hours
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Seacret 3rd kid part 3
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[part 2 ]
The meeting was boring. They just talked about the new season, new players, that sort of stuff, and the injured girls. You and the injured girls are walking to the medical room. Walking into the room, there is a desk and 6 bed-like things, 3 on each side of the wall facing each other. A woman walks up to you. “You must be Amalia,” she says. Shaking her hand, you nod your head. “Can you go sit on one of the beds for a moment? We just want to see how your knee is doing.”
Walking over to the bed, you pull your pants leg up. The woman comes over. “Hey, sorry I forgot to tell you my name. I'm Isabella, I'm one of the physiotherapists here. I've got just a few basic questions to ask you.” Moving back a bit, you look at Isabella. She kinda looks like Alexia Putellas, but her hair is more of a dark light, and her eyes are blue. She looks about 21. “You can ask anything,” you say as she moves forward.
“Right, my first question is: Have you got any pain in your leg, and have you got pain anywhere else?” Hissing in pain when she touches your knee, you reply, “There's still a bit of pain in the knee, I guess playing when I wasn't supposed to doesn't help either. And my knuckles still hurt from where I broke them last month.”
The room goes quiet after you say the first part. Isabella looks at you with a funny look. “If you don't mind, can you please elaborate on what you mean when you said you played when you weren't meant to?” Realizing what you said, you look away from her. “Well, they needed another player after another player went down with a torn ACL, so they asked if my knee felt good, and it did. Plus, I only played 10 minutes. They said it would be okay since in 4 weeks from then, I was probably going to get the okay to play. In my old coach's words, it's 4 weeks, what's the worst that can happen?”
She looks horrified when you say that. “Okay, first, that's messed up. Second, when was this, and last, when was the last time you saw your doctor?”
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lezball · 6 months
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confusion
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onabatlle-2 · 1 year
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their pre match tradition? 😂, via the fa player, 14/5/23
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midnight-ramblingswfc · 2 months
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Fucking hell not another one. Best wishes to Fishel and a smooth recovery
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pressmiedema · 2 months
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katie mccabe on film
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