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The Golden War

pairings: alexia putellas x lyonnais!reader

warnings: swearing. for culers the ‘22 uwcl final ig. jona is kinda mean in this.

author’s note: this is the same reader from my ‘one for the money, two for the show’ fic of the lionesses!captain. reader is basically ada hegerberg lolsies :) will be turned into a series.

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Turin, Italy - May, 2022

''The final has been dubbed as a duel between you and Alexia Putellas, do you experience it as that?''

The Lyon captain fought the urge to roll her eyes at the question, despite having expected it. ''It is a final between Barcelona and Lyon, nothing more than that.'' She answered, diplomatically- the way they had rehearsed it.

''Lyon is the underdog coming into this final- FC Barcelona has been unbeatable so far. What do you need to do in order to beat them tomorrow?'' Another reporter asked, a pen ready in his hand to take notes.

There was a slight change in her expression as the question left his lips, the man succeeding in poking through her stoic expression. ''Well, we have never lost to Barcelona- I don't know if you remember 3 years ago or even last year,''

Lyon had comfortably beaten the Spanish club in 2019. In that Champions League Final, Y/N had become the first player to score a hattrick in a UWCL final. Their last meeting had been in 2021, in the pre-season, where Lyon had won 3-2, the Lyon captain again putting one in the net.

''We have won this competition many times. There was football before Barcelona, and it was being played by us.''

Her last sentence of the quote had struck a nerve with the Barça captain.

''She acts like she has already won the whole thing.'' Alexia remarked as she read a transcript of the press conference.

Patri and Mapi glanced at one another, a knowing look in their eyes. ''Technically, there is nothing wrong about what she said, Ale. How many times has she won this competition now? 6? 7?'' The defender said, not having a problem with the opposition's words.

''She's just pissed that everyone is talking about us now.'' She ignored Mapi, continuing berating her opponent.

The rivalry between the captains of the two top teams had been something made up by the media, seeking a female counterpart to the famed Ronaldo-Messi rivalry. Both Alexia and Y/N led Europe's premier clubs, won the Champions League, captained their national teams, and earned the Ballon d'Or. This fueled incessant comparisons.

Alexia and Y/N hadn't given it much thought at first. There were also many differences between them; Alexia is a midfielder, while Y/N is a striker. Despite their similar ages, their careers took diverse paths. Alexia remained in the Spanish league, while Y/N gained experience across various countries.

Over time, an unexpected shift occurred. They began caring about each other's achievements. Yet, they knew the comparison wasn't fair.

Despite being younger, Y/N dominated women's football for longer, winning the Champions League seven times – twice with Wolfsburg and five times with Lyon. In contrast, Alexia secured one with Barcelona. Neither had won anything major with their national teams, though she had come close with England a few times. Furthermore, on the accolades side of things, Y/N led with a repertoire that most players could only dream of.

For a long time, it hadn't bothered Alexia. She had watched in admiration as the younger player became the first recipient of the Ballon d'Or, a huge step in women's football. Y/N's advocacy for the sport also didn't escape the Spanish player.

However, her admiration had turned into envy.

The turning point came in the 2019 final against Lyon. She had observed the way the English striker had celebrated with her entire team- how the Lyon squad immediately ran to her once the whistle blew and how Y/N bathed in all the (rightly deserved) glory. Alexia wanted that for herself. For years, Y/N had been the nail in Barcelona's coffin, scoring the goals that made sure they couldn't continue in the competition- in the captain's opinion, the striker had made a joke of her team for years, even if she didn't meant to do that.

Their interactions over the years were limited to polite handshakes before or after matches. Occasional encounters outside the pitch were rare and brief, seldom extending beyond a few sentences.

Alexia's surprise peaked when Y/N congratulated her on winning the Ballon d'Or through both private and public Instagram messages. Despite her reservations about comparisons and rivalry, receiving praise from someone she admired as one of the best in the game left Alexia with a positive feeling.

''No, I think she's just not a fan of being referred to as an underdog.'' Patri defended the Lyon striker.

This explanation didn't sit well with Alexia, evident from the displeasure on her face. ''Whatever,'' she retorted, looking forward to settling matters on the field that Saturday.

Saturday, May 21, 2022

Excitement, adrenaline, nerves, and tension permeated the tunnel of Juventus Stadium as Alexia, tightly gripping her pennant, stood at the front of her lined-up team, awaiting the opposing captain.

The sudden hush among the Barcelona team signaled the arrival of their counterpart. Turning around, Alexia frowned at her teammates' fascination with the approaching striker.

This is not the time to be fangirling, she thought to herself, as she saw most of her players' eyes following the striker's figure.

As the two top players faced each other, uncertainty lingered about whether they should exchange greetings. Y/N broke the silence, deciding to offer some acknowledgment. ''Hey, you alright?'' Her charming English accent filled the air.

''Yeah, and you?'' Alexia almost cringed at her own quick response, not giving her brain time to think.

''I‘ll see in about 90 minutes.'' The younger one grinned.

I'll wipe that smirk off your fucking face, Alexia said in her mind, not a fan of the confidence the striker was oozing.

Ten minutes later, the referee blew the whistle, signaling the start of the highly-anticipated final.

Lyon applied intense pressure right from the start, managing to create two goal-scoring opportunities within the first three minutes of the match.

However, the audience were offered their first initial glimpse of the rivalry in the 6th minute of the game.

Y/N positioned herself strategically, eyes fixed on her teammate readying a precise pass to her. The ball zipped across the pitch, and in a heartbeat, both Y/N and Alexia were locked onto winning it for themselves.

The striker, a master of timing, surged forward. Simultaneously, the midfielder closed in on the target. The collision was inevitable.

Both players fell with a thud, groaning at the contact with the ground. Despite the force of the clash, they both showed resilience as they wanted to use the momentum to their advantage.

They were momentarily entangled, fighting for control of the ball. It was a brief display of the rivalry that had brewed between them.

Y/N rose swiftly from the turf, eyes filled with determination. The collision had only fueled her competitive fire. With the ball firmly at her feet, she accelerated away from the mess, leaving Alexia behind.

The crowd erupted in gasps and cheers as Y/N, now in open space, scanned the field. Seizing the opportunity, she unleashed a powerful strike from well outside the box.

Time seemed to slow as the ball sailed towards the goal. Panos's desperate dive was in vain as the ball found the back of the net. The roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium, a symphony of cheers and applause for a goal that showcased the skills and spirit of the Lyon captain.

A fleeting scowl crossed Alexia's face, frustrated at the missed opportunity.

Y/N turned on her heels as the net rippled, ready to embrace her teammates who were rushing to her.

''Vamos!'' She roared, the Spanish word escaping her lips like a battle cry.

Yet, she found herself face-to-face not with the familiar sight of Lyon jerseys but with the intensity of Alexia's determined gaze.

Her expression froze for a quick second, confusion adorning her features. Y/N's eyes widened in realization, and for a brief instant, the two captains locked eyes in an unspoken exchange.

The celebration continued around them, teammates engulfing Y/N as they screamed with delight at their captain's prolific opener. The air was filled with jubilation, but within the chaos, the tension lingered between the two captains, adding an intriguing layer to the unfolding drama on the pitch.

The match unfolded further, Barcelona grabbing a few opportunities of their own, but not being clinical enough to score an equalizer. The Spanish squad remained calm, showing no signs of panic in their play, despite being behind.

Selma and Melvine played a great one-two with each other, and the young defender shot a beautiful cross towards the box. Anticipating the trajectory of the ball, Y/N skillfully pulled away from Leon, who undoubtedly had the impossible task of marking the striker.

The ball connected with Y/N's forehead, falling perfectly into the mesh. The scoreboard illuminated with Lyon 2, Barcelona 0. The narrative had shifted as the favorites stomped the ground in frustration, while the ''underdogs'' celebrated another goal from their captain.

The first half flew by. Y/N managed to assist Catarina to make it 3-0, but Alexia found the back of the net to get one back.

3-1.

The second half saw more scoring opportunities for Barcelona, but no one managed to finish the job.

After contact with Martens, Griedge cited experiencing a cramp and asked for treatment- a request that the Barcelona side was not having. Y/N, understanding the frustration of time-wasting, especially when behind in a match, stood aside.

However, the Lyon captain didn't appreciate the scolding she received from the opposition's coach. ''Tell your player to stop the comedy, what a shit job!'' Jonatan exclaimed to the English captain, who observed the scene from the sideline.

Y/N didn't budge, paying him no attention, knowing it was all tactics. She gave an unimpressed look toward the referee, who had been observing the one-sided interaction.

The official ran up to them, pulling a yellow card from her pocket and holding it in front of the manager. ''Step back, please. Don't talk to the opposition.'' she instructed him.

The match eventually resumed. In extra time, Paredes almost managed to pull off a header, but it went flying over the post.

In the last minute of the game, Y/N teamed up with Eugénie to score a last-minute beauty, but the volley slammed against the post.

The piercing sound of the referee's whistle resonated through the stadium, marking the conclusion of the final. Lyon emerged triumphant for a record-extending 8th time.

Overwhelmed by her own emotions, Y/N fell to the ground as the whistle echoed in her ears. It didn't take too long for her teammates to rush up to her, colliding in a chaos of hugs, kisses, and jubilant shouts.

They had done it again, proving once more why all the records were tied to their name.

''Y/N, you're a fucking legend!'' Lindsey yelled in her ear, kissing her cheek multiple times.

As her teammates slowly got up from their celebratory cuddle with the ground, they formed a protective circle around their captain. Hands reached out to help her rise from the grass, and she found herself enveloped in a symphony of gratitude.

Eventually, she shook off her glorious daze, a wide grin etched on her face.

Y/N turned her attention to the defeated Barcelona players, spread out across the field with tears and disappointment staining their cheeks. She approached them, offering a helping hand to those still on the ground and sharing comforting words. Acknowledging the effort they had brought, she assured them that they gave her team a greater fight than the scoreline implied.

Before the Lyon squad embarked on their victory lap to greet the traveling supporters, Y/N's gaze fell on a heartbreaking scene. Across the field, the Spanish captain, Alexia, was cradled in a comforting embrace by a Barcelona staff member as tears streamed down her face.

Y/N hesitated, caught in a ''should I or shouldn't I'' moment with herself.

She chose to make an attempt to resolve whatever tension had built up between them.

Tears glistened on Alexia's cheeks, a testament to the intensity of the match and the dreams left unfulfilled. The Barcelona staff member, offering solace in the face of defeat, glanced up as Y/N approached, and let go of her.

''Alexia,'' Y/N greeted her softly, putting her arm around the Spaniard, ''thank you for the great battle.'' She hadn't prepared what to say, because what do you say against someone you feel like you are supposed to hate? What do you say against someone you've been constantly compared to for over a year?

To the striker's surprise, Alexia reciprocated, feeling an arm on her lower-back. ''Congratulations, you deserved the win. You played phenomenal.'' The midfielder told her, a forced yet genuine small smile making a way onto her face.

''Don't let this hurt you. You are literally one of the best players I have played against- your team is amazing. Use this, like in 2019.'' Y/N advised her, not particularly caring if the opposing player would take it or not.

''We will. I hope we can play many more finals. You make me- you make us grow.'' Alexia stuttered.

Y/N nodded. ''I hope so too. It's been fascinating to see the growth you guys have made these last years.''

The stadium now bore witness to a quieter exchange between the two captains. Almost every camera lens and watchful eye fixated on them.

As Y/N and Alexia exchanged words of mutual respect, their moment of shared understanding was abruptly disrupted by the Barcelona coach.

''Congratulations on the win, Y/N.'' He acknowledged briskly, his gaze quickly turning toward Alexia. His extended hand to her seemed more like a formality, but Y/N accepted it.

Almost forcibly, he placed a hand on Alexia's shoulder, a non-verbal cue that spoke volumes. ''Come on.'' He declared, his tone leaving little room for negotiation and they were off to wherever he needed her to be.

Alexia casted an immediate glance back at Y/N, a mix of emotions played across her face- gratitude for the moment, and frustration at its abrupt end. She hadn't responded to her words yet.

As the Spaniard was led away, Y/N's eyes lingered on the departing figure, a tinge of melancholy in her gaze.

The brief encounter had sparked a momentary connection- a bridge attempting to break through the perceived rivalry and show praise for a strong opponent. However, Jonatan's swift intervention acted like a pair of scissors, cutting through the threads that held that connection.

In Y/N's mind, Alexia had seemed appreciative of the opportunity to have a genuine conversation. She figured there must have been a good reason for her to have been pulled away like that, especially by the head coach.

The Barcelona captain had reacted with a hint of irritation when her coach suggested to the Lyon player to remove her arm from Alexia's shoulder. She tried asking Jonatan why he had coaxed her away, but she didn't receive a proper answer.

The whole thing had left a bitter taste in her mouth. The potential for a more extended, sincere exchange was cut short, leaving Alexia with lingering frustration. There was a desire to understand Y/N beyond the competition, but it was cut short.

She hoped her last glance had worked as a silent acknowledgment of what could have been.

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meazalykov · 28 days

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she was the golden girl

uswnt x (romantic) aitana bonmatí x (platonic) fridolina rolfo x uswnt!reader

what happened in a world where reader plays in the 2023 World Cup after winning the 2019 World Cup?

warnings: tiny bit of angst and sadness, google translated spanish.

part two (part one here)

I remembered when I stood on the french pitch, surrounded by the deafening cheers of the crowd, sometimes I can’t believe that it happened. Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged my best friend Mallory, threatening to spill over as a whirlwind of emotions flooded my mind.

My hands trembled as I clutched the World Cup trophy tightly to my chest, feeling the weight of my team's triumph. The third goal in the world cup was scored by me, the youngest goalscorer in a Women’s World Cup final. The journey to this moment had been grueling, filled with sacrifices, sweat, and endless dedication. But looking back, all the pain and hardship were worth it.

Before the World Cup, the Champions League medal hung proudly around my neck, a testament to the skill and hard work I’ve displayed on the field. At the time, Lyon was the club of my life. I believed that I would’ve never left the french institution, extending my contract as much as I possibly could’ve. The memories of each game, each goal, each victory rushed back to me, overwhelming my senses.

And then there was the Ballon d'Or many months after both competitions, the ultimate recognition of my individual excellence. To be acknowledged as the best, only at the age of 19 years old, was a dream I had hardly dared to entertain. Yet there I was, being the second woman holding the prestigious award in my small hands, my name etched into football history forever as I stood beside Lionel Messi who received the men’s d’or.

Surrounded by my teammates, coaches, and supporters, I felt a surge of gratitude and humility. This moment wasn't just about me; it was about the collective effort of everyone who had believed in my skills along the way. I will never forget it.

Four years later, It's 2023. I am 23 years old and still impressing the fans around the World. However, the scars of my ACL injury were still fresh, a constant reminder of the hurdles I had overcome to be here after the harsh 2022 year.

Playing for Lyon had once been a dream come true. I’ll never forget that experience. When I signed to Lyon from Portland Thorns at the age of 18, I was overwhelmed in joy. I needed that new challenge, and that challenge earned me the best awards, collectively and individually. But, the fallout from my December 2021 injury had left a bitter taste in my mouth. The club I had once called home had felt more like a distant memory as I felt forced to make the difficult decision to part ways and start a new life in the sunny Spanish city.

Now, I wore the red and blue Barcelona jersey onto the pitch. The transfer left me heartbroken, at first, now I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The road to recovery after my ACL injury in France had been long and arduous, filled with doubts and setbacks. Sometimes, I believed that my prime occurred at the age of 19, instead of the predicted 24-30 years old. Yet here I am, defying the odds once again to represent my country on the world stage in two months.

Sometimes the memories of my victories with Lyon and the United States lingered in the back of my mind, serving as both motivation and a reminder of what was at stake. The Champions League trophy I had lifted with Lyon and the World Cup I had claimed with the United States were testaments to my talent and resilience. But now, I lifted the Champions League trophy with Barcelona.

After scoring the second goal of the final, with Patricia before me and Fridolina afterwards, the gold hung beautifully around my neck. It was my fourth time I've felt such a high amount of glory, but the happy tears still came as if it were the first.

A month later, I am on a fourteen hour flight from Los Angeles to Wellington, New Zealand. As The plane soared through the clouds and I sat in my business class seat, my hands gripping the armrests tightly and my heart pounded in my chest.

“Y/n?” I took out my airpods when I heard the faint sound of my name coming from outside of them. I turned to my right and saw my teammate and captain, Lindsey, looking at me with a confusing look.

“Hey.” I joked, pretending like my stress wasn’t visible for everyone to see.

“Are you okay?” Lindsey asked. In my head, I debated on if I wanted to lie and say yes, just so I didn’t have to burden her with my stress. However, she’s known me for many years, the woman would notice my lie from miles away.

“Not really. I’m just–a bit nervous.” I swallowed. The blonde girl nodded her head in understanding as she rested her arm beside mine.

“That's understandable. Is it the competition that's bothering you? I mean– we are defending champions so we have a lot to prove.” Lindsey asked. I took a deep breath as my mind shifted to a particular person from my Barcelona team.

“No– It's about–um.” I stopped speaking. I didn’t want her to cloud my head during the competition, as we both promised ourselves that we would play as rivals, not lovers.

“Aitana?” Lindsey questioned, but yet finished what I would’ve said. I noticed my head as my face was plastered with sadness.

“yeah.” I mumbled. The Lyon midfielder looked at me with a questionable look, wondering if there were problems between the Spanish girl and I.

“I mean– there's no problem between us. However we prioritize football first you know? we both agreed that during the competition, we wouldn’t talk much.. just so we can focus on this.” I ranted. I’m not stressed because of a possible match between Spain and the United States, I know that I’ll miss the shorter woman a lot. Also, what if we stop talking and a third factor might influence our relationship moving forward?

“That's good that you’re prioritizing us– You shouldn’t feel nervous about your relationship because this will give you time to miss each other– things will go back to normal once the world cup is over.” Lindsey patted my shoulder in sympathy, I smirked as my nervousness started to subside.

A month later, as I stepped up to the penalty spot, the weight of the world seemed to rest upon my shoulders. We finished the match against Sweden 0-0 and after extra time, we had to go into a penalty shootout. The stadium roared around me, a cacophony of cheers and chants from both sides echoing in my small ears. Nerves danced in my stomach, threatening to consume me with doubt and mistakes.

With a deep breath, My eyes focused on Zećira Mušović standing between me and the goal. She did great throughout the game and has the reflexes to stop my shot. Determination burned in my eyes, she saw it too.

As I approached the ball with speed, the tension in the air was palpable but I couldn’t care. Every step felt like an eternity as my foot sent the ball soaring towards the goal. Mušović dove in desperation, but my ball went directly to the middle as she dove left. The ball crashed into the back of the net, eliciting a deafening roar from the crowd and from my teammates.

My dimples on my cheeks showed as I am happy to make the penalty. Being substituted on the pitch after halftime, I tried my best to score but my shot on goal was overturned by VAR. Apparently, my body was offside.

Now, my arms wrapped the bodies of Sophia Smith and Megan Raphinoe as I looked ahead at Kelley O’hara. My heart raced as I stared at her white colored cleats. She needed to score this, or else Sweden had the opportunity to win the knockout.

She Missed. My heart dropped to my stomach as I looked at the Swedish players with rising confidence and opportunity. Hurtig took the shot and Alyssa blocked it over the line. This caused a debate among the crowd. Deep down, I knew Sweden made it. They’ve won. However, VAR was the only hope which would have proved me wrong.

Unfortunately, I was right. Sweden emerged victorious in the penalty shootout, their celebration serving as a bitter reminder of the heartbreak that awaited my teammates and I.

No, No, NO! I thought to myself as I felt the moisture in my eyes start to take place. Immediately, my mind did a flashback to the 2019 World Cup Final. Being 19 years old and happy as my small, yet muscular, arms held the heavy World Cup trophy.

With a heavy heart, I broke away from my teammates and looked among the Americans in the stands. My shaky hands clapped to the fans in the stands, my facade of strength crumbling with each step she took. Cameras could capture my weak struggle to stay strong as the Swedish crowd rightfully celebrated.

Turning around, walking back towards the Americans who were on the team, my knees collapsed on the grassy pitch, tears streamed down my tired face. This was the worst that the United States had completed in a World Cup. What went wrong?

I wanted to stand up so badly, but I didn’t. Shame and Defeat took over my body which laid in the grass. What is my family in the crowd thinking? What are the USWNT fans thinking? What are my fans thinking?... my tears cried out more when I wondered what Aitana was thinking.

After ten minutes of darkness in my eyes, covered by my hands. A comforting presence enveloped my body. I recognized the floral smell mixed with a tint of sweat. I looked up from my hands and saw Fridolina, my teammate from Barcelona and now my opponent who won the Round of 16.

“You did so good, Don’t beat yourself up over this!” Fridolina spoke to me first as her thumbs wiped over my teary eyes. I felt comfort but a small amount of envy was inside of me, I wanted to win so badly.

“Congratulations Frido.” The Swedish girl took her hands and helped me stand up as she gave me a tight hug. Aitana, Frido, and I are a trio back in Barcelona. In fact, she helped Aitana and I confess our feelings to each other.

“Thank you! Just know that I am proud of you, she is proud of you too. Even if you aren’t proud of yourself.” The 29 year old said as my eyes stained her yellow covered shoulders. I knew she meant Aitana when she said “she”. However, I didn’t know where the Spanish woman was at the moment and what she was thinking.

“Just go be-beat Japan. Okay?” I said through a crack in my voice. I found solace in the embrace of my friend. I might’ve lost but I am not a bitter person, now I want to see my club teammates have a good World Cup like I’ve once experienced.

As we exchanged jerseys, the voice in my head kept reassuring myself that I'll come back stronger than ever in 2027.

Just a week later, most of my American teammates left Australia and went back home. However, my teammate Kristie and I decided to stay back. Kristies had a girlfriend who played on a different international team like I did, so we wanted to support them as they’re advancing to the semi-finals.

Witnessing my Barcelona teammates play each other in the Spain vs Sweden match was intense. Standing beside Aitana’s parents, I wore a basic dark green t-shirt with 501 mid-thigh levi shorts. This is the first time I've met them as her girlfriend and they’re sweet people. We celebrated Spain’s win against Sweden and my heart would have exploded in happiness. My girlfriend will experience a World Cup final!

On August 20th, after an intense match and a lovely goal from Olga Carmona, Spain won the World Cup! The feeling was bittersweet for me. I am happy for my girlfriend but subconsciously, I knew I wanted it to be me with the United States. However, I brushed that feeling aside since I needed to be happy for my lover.

“Aitana ¡Estoy tan feliz por ti!” We both ran towards each other and hugged. I feel her lightly kiss the side of my head as I inhale her scent. Being able to feel her embrace after a month apart filled the small void in my heart.

“¡Esto es tan irreal, ahora sé cómo te sentiste hace tantos años!” (This is so unreal, now I know how you felt all those years ago!) Aitana smiled. The smile on my face struggled to stay as a small frown, which I tried hard to conceal, plastered on my face for a quick second. I don’t think she noticed.

“Lo siento por lo que ocurrió. En el fondo esperaba que fuéramos nosotros dos quienes nos enfrentaríamos en la final.” (I'm sorry for what happened. Deep down I hoped that it would be the two of us who would face each other in the final.) Aitana said as she understood my defeat in the Round of 16.

“Aquí también. Sólo debes saber que todavía estoy muy feliz por ti, a pesar de mi derrota.” (Here too. Just know that I am still very happy for you, despite my defeat.) I said as I admired the goal medal that sat perfectly on Aitana's chest. She gave me a sympathetic smile before hugging me again.

“¡Te amo!” Aitana whispered into my ear.

“Te quiero más” I smiled back as I relaxed into her arms.

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didalexiabreakupwitholgayet · 19 days

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In honour of Jennis bday, what are your fave moments of hers! It can be historical, funny, super old pre social media or something from now haha

I've not really deep dived into her, I do admire her a lot but know more of her football self than the BTS, so I'm curious to see what her makeup is from someone as knowledgeable as yourself

even though jenni no longer plays for barça, she will always be one of my favourite players to ever wear the blaugrana shirt. and she's an even better human and has been so caring towards fans, for which i am personally appreciative.

favourite photos: jenni at madrid pride living her authentically open self and jenni re-creating the famous male footballers in bed with trophy pic because it's what she deserves!

favourite bts lore: when jenni made irene's son mateo cry and she made a joke about "chucky" 😅

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favourite goofy moment: the whole instagram live that jenni did during the 2021 ballon d'or ceremony (making fun of the french airport officials and her teasing alexia) was a riot.

favourite unexpected friendship: jenni and uswnt's christen press, from the old tyresö days.

favourite goal: this absolute banger from jenni, capitalising on a mistake from uswnt's naeher during the 2019 world cup.

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favourite season: 2020-21 for barça with 2019-20 as close second. these were jenni's seasons and why she's considered the best #9 for barça in its history!

#jenni hermoso #fcb femení #espwnt #sefutbolfem #futfem #woso

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outsideratheart · 2 years

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80, 98, 104 with ale. thank you

80, 98, 104 with ale - 80, “i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.” 98, “if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs” 104, “ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”

You and Alexia were seen as the IT couple of the WOSO world but you remained very private, never talking publically about your relationship and very rarely showing PDA.

There is one time of year though when most of the above goes out of the window. The night of the Balon d'Or ceremony. Alexia supported you when you won in 2019 and this year you planned on supporting her. You would be walking the red carpet hand in hand, making the whole world jealous of the love you shared.

"I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you would like to know"

The two of you had just exited the elevator, Alexia's words stopped you in your tracks.

You watched her walk away, admiring the view as she gets further and further out of eyesight.

"You coming Y/N" she raises her eyebrows playfully as she stands by the door waiting so that you can leave together.

"You want to play games tonight mi amor?" you whisper as you leave the hotel.

"Hm-hmm" her reply is barely audible but it is enough to get you thinking.

You and Alexia are the last ones in the car, your hand resting dangerously low on her back as she gets in the car. You give it the most subtle squeeze before getting in yourself.

As soon as you step out of the car it is hectic and overwhelming. You feel Alexia squeezing your hand several times as you walk the red carpet, you squeeze back letting her know that you are still there. These type of moments fascinated you, how comfortable Alexia was on the pitch or when it was just the two of yet put her in front of cameras and her personality takes a 180. You knew what she needed, you always did. Alexia needed some confidence.

You get assorted to the front row but you pull Alexia towards the bathroom before you sit down.

“What are we doing? The ceremony is about to start?”

You ignore your girlfriend choosing instead to lock the bathroom door. You rest against the sink then jump up onto the worktop. You pull up your dress and spread your legs ever so slightly.

“You have 5 minutes Alexia, I am to yours to do with as you please”

Alexia knows that she cannot do anything that will change your physical appearance given that the two of you will be on camera for the rest of the night. She chooses a heated make out session which is full of lust and hunger but it goes no further than that.

Alexia helps you to your feet, pulling your dress down and straightens it.

You re-apply your lipstick in the mirror, wiping the edges with your middle finger as you make eye contact with Alexia, who then in suit bits her bottom lip. The thoughts in her head are crystal clear.

“If we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

“Oh I have no doubt. You will go out there, win your first Ballon d’Or then we will go back to the hotel room and I will keep you to it”

Alexia cannot help but smile at your sentence. She loves the about of faith you have in her and that you are on the same sexual wave length as her.

The awards are handed out, you win Best Striker then it is time for Alexia to be crowned best in the world.

Her name gets called and you are overcome with emotion. You pull her into a hug, her grip on you tightens and you are reminded of the red carpet, time for another confidence boost.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck you right now” your voice is low, the tone rarely spoken in a public place.

You hear her snicker in your hear before kissing you on the lips. Did the kiss last a little longer that is was suppose to? Yes. Did you mind? Absolutely not.

When Alexia pulls away you recognise the darkness in her eyes. Your confident Alexia is back.

You watch her accept the prestigious award and give her speech. Soon after you are escorted back to the hotel so that the Spain girls can get back for their game the following day.

The girls watch the way you and Alexia look at each other and the way you are subtly, or more appropriately no so subtly, touching each other in the back of the car. They know exactly what you have planned.

“I can buy you twenty minutes” Jenni says are she enters one of the hotel rooms.

“Make it half an hour” Alexia replies as she swipes the key for you shared room, ushering you inside.

#ficlet #prompt request #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #espwnt x reader #barcelona femeni x reader

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I don't understand why Barcelona fans still are asking for Messi. It's a bit ridiculous, isn't it. He left the club, like any other player, it's what happens in transfers windows. He may be a legend but he is a player and therefore subject to be bought and to play for another club, fans should accept that rather than ask him while he's playing for another club.

First, we are celebrating our title with our team - the current one, the 22 people and the staff that brought us this Liga. That's the main focus of today and the whole week.

But.

Make no mistake, this Liga is the result of a whole year of fighting from those 22 players and the staff, and they've been rightfully cheered on and showered by love from the fans. Nobody's claiming Messi won that Liga, we owe it to them. But it does not stand alone. For there to be light at the end of the tunnel, there needs to be a tunnel, and there need to be people who went through it. The 2022/2023 season is the final, bright peak of the mountain of hardships that were 2018/2019, 2019/2020, 2020/2021. It stands on top of individuals that have carried this team and took every single hit when everything - board, players - was failing. And that individual, whatever you think about it, however you want to put it, is Messi. From 2018 to 2021, the guy was alone. He broke his back trying to carry that team. He took the image hit and the pathetic trashings - the 4-0, the 8-2, despite not being his failures, have all been put to his name. The fight this team put on to win la Liga, we owe it to our current squad. But to remember where we come from, to remember the team that went through the tunnel, who was there while everything was fucking off, while celebrating our current achievements with this team, isn't disrespect towards anyone. It is merely respect towards everyone. That's precisely what this club is all about. Més que un club.

Now to answer the first ask, it's true that there have been calls for Messi throughout these past weeks — actually, since he left. I'm not going to talk about the practical reasons why his come back could serve the team, why it would not be only a political and financial move to have him back but an asset in our play too, that's another story. Rn I'm trying to explain why people are "calling for a player from another club" as you rightly put it. The reason is simple: it wasn't a simple move in a transfer window. The player didn't want to leave. It left a very bittersweet taste in everyone's mouth, a feeling of something unfinished, a hurried and unworthy ending not representative of the player's status, of what he gave the club, of his love for it nor the love the culés had for him. Being forced out of the club + the COVID situation preventing him from bidding a proper goodbye after twenty years to the public was a harsher blow than you could imagine.

I feel like a lot of people exterior to the club forget who he is for culés - and who is is, personally, for Argentinians, a whole other relationship - because of his international status. For the world, he is Messi. His very name is a brand (on which we capitalized, btw, we're no exception and the club remains a politic and financial institution), he is the superstar in the first sense of the term.

For culers, he is Messi as well, but not only. Just like Iniesta is Spain's idol while also being Barça's very own. Messi, like Andrés, Xavi, Carles, Geri, Bojan, Sergio — is from La Masia. Brought up in the spirit of the club. We saw him grow up. We saw him make his way through the C, the B, we saw him debut in the A, being taught by Dinho, Eto'o, Deco, Sylvinho. We saw him start to affirm himself in a failing team of 2006/2007, we saw him raising his Ballon d'Or at the Nou. We saw him want to leave, we saw him want to stay, we saw him play with club legends while forging his own, we saw him come back to us after every summer and international tournament with yet another failure and being torn apart by the press, we saw him run, sweat, kick, pull up comebacks, play his magic, carry a team, kiss the crest, taunt a crowd, all for Barcelona.

If you haven't experienced it, I cannot explain to you the joy and the utter pride it is to see him wear the Blaugrana colors and to have done so for the past fifteen years. I cannot explain to you the rush of emotions it is to see him kiss the crest of the club you love and to think he's ours. Before being the world's, because he is the world's, his name, influence and image go past clubs and countries, but before this, he was Argentina's, and he was ours. No player is ever above the institution (someone should tell PSG) and Leo Messi is not above FC Barcelona. But, like Xavi, Andrés, Carles, Cruyff, Guardiola, and countless others, he is at the heart of it.

So, that's why. Had he left on his own terms, like he wanted to in 2014, 2015 or 2020, fans would have an easier time accepting it because they'd know he was where he wanted to be. But it's been made very public how he wanted to stay, how finances forced him to leave and how, more recently, complicated and disrespectful his relationship with PSG had gotten. That's why some (not everyone, but I'd say a comfortable majority) people are asking for him. Now that he finished his love story with his country in the dreamiest way possible, they're calling for him to come home, and to properly finish his story with the club of his life.

Just because he is Messi, do not blame us for loving nor wanting to say a proper goodbye to Leo.

#fc barcelona #messi #anon ask #<3

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sorry to bring the tone down but I will say pinoes cockiness is hot af. Cos you know she has the goods to back that up. You win 2 world cups and a ballon d'or and you have earned some cockiness. She is still a good af person.

This is going to sound weird — literally discovered I was pansexual during the 2019 World Cup because of Megan Rapinoe’s performance in the knockout round.

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beardedmrbean · 3 months

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Chelsea striker and Australia captain Sam Kerr is set to face trial after being charged with racially aggravated harassment of a London police officer.

The 30-year-old pleaded not guilty to the offence at a court hearing on Monday, the Crown Prosecution Service said.

Kerr is scheduled to appear at Wimbledon Magistrates Court on 1 February 2025.

It follows an alleged incident in January 2023.

"The charge relates to an incident involving a police officer who was responding to a complaint involving a taxi fare on 30 January 2023 in Twickenham," a Metropolitan Police spokesperson said.

Kerr was charged on 21 January this year "with a racially aggravated offence under Section 4A [of the] Public Order Act 1986", they added.

However, she denied the charge at a plea and trial preparation hearing at Kingston upon Thames Crown Court on Monday.

The striker is currently sidelined after sustaining an anterior cruciate ligament injury at the club's warm weather training camp in Morocco in January.

She has scored 99 goals in 128 matches since joining Chelsea in 2019, and is her country's all-time record goalscorer with 64 goals in 125 games.

Speaking to media in Adelaide on Tuesday, Football Australia chief executive James Johnson said the federation had learned of the "very serious allegations" in the news that morning.

"There is no place for racism in our sport," he said. "At the same time Sam has rights, natural justice rights, procedural rights that she has to work through and we will respect that."

Asked if Kerr - arguably Australia's biggest sports star - should be stood down as the national team's captain until the court case has played out, Mr Johnson said the governing body needed to "establish the facts" before deciding its "next step".

"We are trying to get to the bottom of it at the moment... we've got to find out what actually happened," he added.

"I haven't spoken to Sam other than a text message to check in on her wellbeing."

Matildas coach Tony Gustavsson told reporters in Sydney he was "surprised" by the allegations but could not say anything further.

During her time at Chelsea, Kerr has won four Women's Super League titles, three FA Cups, two Women's League Cups and the Women's Community Shield.

She has also been nominated for the Ballon d'Or Féminin - the top prize in women's football - every year since its inception in 2018, placing second last year.

Chelsea have declined to comment.

#nunyas news #incredibly unhelpful article #for finding out specifics

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p was the lewandowski of the 2019-2020 season

bronze is just so overrated, like the anon said if it's not p don't give to anyone

my girl deserves her ballon d'or

yea she really dose deserve it

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womeninfictionandirl · 3 months

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Megan Rapinoe by Allison Adams

Megan Rapinoe (b. 1985) one of the best American soccer players of all time. Off the field, she's a fierce advocate for gay rights, gender equality and racial justice. She helped the U.S. win gold at the 2012 London Olympics and the FIFA Women’s World Cup in 2015 and 2019. This December, she was named as the Best Female Player in the world when she was awarded the prestigious "Ballon d'Or."

#megan rapinoe #Allison adams #art #artwork #female portrait #woman #women #soccer #women in sport #women in art #female athletes #female artists #football

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She is hailed as one of the world's best defenders and was nominated for the Ballon d'Or last autumn. After becoming league champion with Chelsea for the third season in a row, Magdalena Eriksson now aims to win European Championship gold with Sweden in football's home country. In an exclusive interview, Blågult's defense general talks about how the national team will handle being the favourite in the European Championships and what it is like to be a role model. - The thought that I can make someone's life a little better warms me.

Magdalena Eriksson comes from a period in her career that has been her best. Two years ago, she led Chelsea to the Champions League final and later that year, the defender had a key role in the national team that took Olympic silver in Tokyo. As a result, "Magda" was nominated for the Ballon d'Or last autumn and took a place in the world team. - The past year has been fantastic. Personally, I'm not used to being on these lists and being nominated for individual awards, but it's clear that it's a lot of fun and gives a lot of confidence. It is also proof that you are doing something good, but above all it comes from the fact that we have done as well as a team in both Chelsea and the national team, says Magdalena Eriksson to Stadium Football.

We meet Magdalena Eriksson in Stockholm. She is recharging before the European Championships and has just become English league champion for the third season in a row with Chelsea. - It was incredibly big. It gets harder to win the English league every year because all the teams get better. That we have managed to win it three years in a row shows that we have an incredibly strong team and that is exactly where we want to be. We want to be the best team in England and that we have succeeded in this is a clear signal of what we want.

The defender started her senior career in Hammarby, but it was in Linköpings FC that everything took off. "Magda" developed into one of the league's best defenders and made her debut in the national team as a 20-year-old, but it took another year or so before she established herself in Blågult and took the last step towards becoming a foreign professional. After five seasons in Linköping where she led the club to the Swedish Championship gold in 2016, she signed for Chelsea. - My career has gone slowly but surely upwards. I have taken the right step at the right times and made good choices. It was not an obvious choice to go to Chelsea five years ago, but in the end it has turned out to be an incredibly good choice. I have also been given an important place in the national team and feel that most things went as I wanted. Of course, there have also been tough times with injuries and other things, but that's what strengthened me. It's incredibly fun to be a football player right now and especially a women's soccer player.

Magdalena Eriksson has remained in the English capital and since the autumn of 2019 she is team captain for "The Blues" where she plays with her girlfriend Pernille Harder and other big stars such as Sam Kerr, Melanie Leupolz, Fran Kirby and Jessie Fleming. Following the recent successes with Chelsea, the 28-year-old has also been hailed as one of Europe's best defensive players. - I think I have developed a lot as a football player in the last year, but also as a person and leader. I feel like I'm taking new steps all the time and that's what drives me forward and that makes it still so damn fun. You never get a finished product, but you can always get better.

Why do you think you have succeeded? - The reason why I managed to become a football player at the highest level is my desire to constantly get better. I am rarely happy with a match even if we win or play well. I always feel that there are things to develop. I never see myself as finished but can always get better - I love football and love to train.

"A loss I will never forget"

Magdalena Eriksson is a strong profile who makes a difference both on and off the pitch. She is passionate about gender equality issues and, together with her girlfriend, Pernille Harder, is an ambassador for LGBTQ. - Being a role model for young girls feels incredibly important to me. It means a lot to know that many look up to me and that many think that I am a role model in how I am as a person and how I act. And that Pernille and I are open with our love for each other. I think it's very important. The thought that I can make someone's life a little better warms me.

As defense general in one of the world's best national teams and team captain in England's best club team, she also wants to inspire the next generation to dare to dream big. - As a little girl, you can now dream of playing in Chelsea and in the big arenas in front of lots of people. Getting to know it will make a lot of girls want to invest fully in football and follow their dream. It was something I myself may not have dared to do when I was little, but it feels great to be able to be that role model for them now.

Did you have a role model when you grew up? - When I grew up, there were not many role models. The women's national team did not get as much exposure and did not see as much as now. I had most men's players as my favorite players and for me it was Carles Puyol in Barcelona who was my great role model, mostly because I liked his style of play.

"Magda" made her first major championship during the Olympics in Rio de Janeiro in 2016 when Sweden took Olympic silver after losing the final to Germany. Since then, she has been given in the starting eleven and contributed to two new championship medals during the WC 2019 (bronze) and the Olympics last year. - My time in the national team has been a journey where I had to fight my way into the team. There have always been good backs in the national team historically, so it has been tough competition. That I have established myself in the national team and got a leadership role with a lot of responsibility is great fun.

Last year's Olympic adventure in Tokyo came to a painful end when Sweden lost in the penalty shootout against Canada and lost the gold. - It was an absolutely fantastic tournament. We played the best football I have seen a national team play and we won every match until the final where only the last bit was missing. It was absolutely devastating and a loss I will never forget. But I still try to see the positive in the trip we did and what fantastic football we showed.

Dreaming of the final at Wembley

Now Magdalena Eriksson will play her fifth championship with Blågult - and she will do so in her current home country. - Playing the European Championships in England feels absolutely incredible. It is my second home, I know the country well and know how crazy football is in England. It is special because so much is happening with women's football in England on all fronts and that there is a championship where right now feels absolutely perfect. We are all pretty convinced that it will be the biggest championship ever on the women's side.

After the recent successes, Sweden is also one of the main favourites to win European Championship gold. - I probably never think that there has been so much talk about the chance of a medal and how good we are in the media before a championship. This is something we must be able to handle and not see as extra pressure. It is a receipt that we have done something good, but that does not mean that it will go well by itself in the European Championships, but it will be incredibly tough. There are many good teams that could win in the end.

What do you think the national team's progress means for Swedish football? - I hope that the national team's success inspires a younger generation to want to invest and become professional football players. I hope that we can gather the Swedish people behind the TV screens this summer and that we can feel the support we felt in the previous championships. That we can win with them.

In the Olympics, you mainly played left-back - what role do you expect during the European Championships? - We shall see. My role in the national team has been different and I'm not sure how Peter Gerhardsson thinks and where he prefers to see me. I get to be flexible there and open to wherever he puts me. I really just want to play. And really, it does not matter in what place. If Peter wants me as a centre back or fullback, I will drive all in wherever I play and be the same Magda regardless.

What will be required of the national team for you to win European Championship gold? - It will require enormous focus and mental strength in dealing with pressure and stressful situations in matches where things do not go the way we want. It will require a lot of us, but we have a good mentality in the team and many who are used to playing under pressure. It will be damn exciting to see how we can handle the European Championships.

What would it have been like to play a European Championship final in your current hometown? - To be able to play the European Championship final at Wembley would have been… it's a dream. It would have been magical. I've played a few games at Wembley and I know what a great atmosphere it can be. It's already sold out so it's going to be a great match. It really is something you will dream about throughout the tournament.

Text : Marcus Heed Photo : Jesper Zerman, Bildbyrån.

#magdalena eriksson #article

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