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dadsinsuits · 1 month
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Alex Ferguson
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mydaddywiki · 6 months
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Sir Alex Ferguson
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Physique: Average Build Height: 5′ 11″ (180 cm)
Sir Alexander Chapman Ferguson CBE (born 31 December 1941-) is a Scottish former football manager and player, best known for managing Manchester United from 1986 to 2013. His time at the club has led to Ferguson being regarded as one of the most successful, admired and respected managers in the history of the game. Not to mention that he looks hot as hell.
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During his 26 years with Manchester United he won 38 trophies, including 13 Premier League titles, five FA Cups and two UEFA Champions League titles. He was knighted in the 1999 Queen's Birthday Honours list, for his services to the game.
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Obviously he has cute, sexy legs being a former athlete and all but the main attraction was his face. Handsome, soft and gentle looking. And the things I could do to those lips of his. He looks damn good in a suit, but seeing him in his sports/training outfits, you don't have to imagine him naked in order to get aroused. Then there's the attitude of his. Strict, shouty and a little violent. You just know this man would be good in bed. The kind of man I could spend hours with. Having him on his back, those nice legs in the air. Mmmmmm. Sorry, my imagination went into overdrive for a minute.
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Ferguson lives in Wilmslow, Cheshire, with his wife and have three sons. He's also a self-described socialist. There isn't much else I can say about him. He's lovely looking and I'd love to fuck him.
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Steve Evans Scottish Football Manager
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Alex Ferguson Scottish Former Soccer Manager
Fergie was SO hot, I completely forget he was scottish.
What?
I was to busy j/o to his pics to find a video of him talking, until now... to jack off to.
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beingliverpool · 2 months
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A day later, eyes have tears still.. Jürgen YNWA!!
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chelseajackarmy · 2 months
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José Mourinho
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segadriven · 8 months
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Artwork Scans for Multiple Games Now Available to Browse
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wenwudilf · 16 days
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Pep Guardiola/Reader Smut
I'd never considered myself as the type of girl who would follow a guy to his work, but then again, I'd never been in a relationship with someone like Phil Foden either. He was my best friend, my first kiss, my first love... but he just couldn't seem to get it right in bed. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy it, but there was always something missing, something that left me wanting more. And it wasn't like I hadn't tried to tell him how I felt, to explain what I needed, but he just couldn't seem to understand.
So there I was, tailing him to the Man City training grounds, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him walk towards the entrance. I knew this was a huge mistake, that I should just turn around and go home, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanted answers, I needed to know why he couldn't make me feel complete.
As I followed him through the hallways of the training complex, my nerves on edge, I suddenly found myself in the presence of none other than Pep Guardiola himself. He was deep in conversation with Phil, his voice low and intense, but I couldn't help but feel like I was intruding on something private. I tried to make my way past them unnoticed, but to my horror, Pep caught sight of me. His piercing blue eyes fixed on me, and for a moment, I felt like I was caught in a web.
"Excuse me," I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest. "I didn't mean to intrude."
Pep Guardiola regarded me coolly, his expression unreadable. "You're with Foden, yes?" he asked, his accent thick and almost musical. I nodded, feeling a strange mix of fear and embarrassment wash over me. "Then you must have something important to say."
He motioned for me to follow him into a nearby empty office. My heart raced as I did as he asked, wondering what he could possibly want with me. As soon as the door closed behind us, he spun me around, pinning me against the wall. His grip was surprisingly firm, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body. "You have something to say to me, yes?" he hissed in my ear.
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "I-I just wanted to tell you that I think Phil could be a better player. He's got so much potential, but he just can't seem to reach it." I glanced up at him, hoping that maybe he'd understand what I was trying to say.
But Pep didn't seem interested in my words. Instead, his eyes raked over my body, and a dark, predatory look came into his eyes. "And what is it that you want from him?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "What do you need?"
I felt my cheeks flush with shame and anger. "I-I just want to be satisfied," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "In bed, I mean. It's not about the sex, it's about the connection. I want to feel like he cares about me as much as I care about him."
Pep's expression darkened even further, and suddenly, his hands were all over me. He roughly pushed me down onto the desk, pinning my arms above my head, and before I could even process what was happening, he was ripping my clothes off of me. "You want to feel connected?" he growled in my ear. "You want him to care about you?"
His touch was brutal and possessive, his fingers digging into my skin as he roughly caressed my breasts, sucking and nipping at my nipples until they were hard and aching. He roughly pulled my underwear aside, and before I could even think about resisting, he was thrusting his fingers into me, filling me up, claiming me.
My body arched off the desk, crying out in pleasure as his touch sent waves of heat coursing through me. He growled in satisfaction, his fingers moving faster, harder, his breath hot against my neck. I felt a strange sense of power and control over him, and it only seemed to fuel his desire.
He pulled his fingers free and roughly positioned himself between my legs, his erection straining against his pants. Without any preamble, he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt with a groan. The sensation was overwhelming, intense, but it felt right. It felt like he was finally giving me what I needed.
Pep's movements were savage and primal, his body slamming into mine in perfect rhythm. His breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down at me, his eyes burning with a fierce desire. "You want to be satisfied?" he growled, his words hot against my skin. "You want him to care about you?"
I could feel the strength in his body, the power that came from years of dominating the field. He was in control, and I was helpless to resist. My own breath came faster and faster as he continued to thrust into me, the sensation building inside me, threatening to break free in a wave of pure ecstasy.
His movements grew even more frenzied, his grip on my hips nearly bruising. I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The air in the room seemed to crackle with energy, with the raw desire that bound us together.
As I felt the first tremors of my impending orgasm building deep within me, Pep slowed his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared down at me with an intensity that made my heart race. "That's it," he growled, his voice rough and demanding. "Let it out."
His words were like a trigger, and with a shuddering cry, I came, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He followed suit, his body tense and rigid as he thrust one final time, his cries echoing in the room as he released himself deep inside me.
For a moment, we were both still, our bodies pressed tightly together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, Pep pulled out of me, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached down and roughly wiped some sweat from my forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle.
"There," he said, his voice hoarse. "That's what you needed.
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retrocgads · 1 year
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UK 1985
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anarchywoofwoof · 2 days
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i know this isn’t a sports or gaming heavy blog but i have an ongoing addiction to Football Manager and i don’t understand why there aren’t thousands of games like it for every type of career. i don’t mean like Farming Simulator either. i mean give me a text based UI and mid level graphics. i want to play spreadsheets with a fancy interface is what im saying. it fills me with so much joy. there aren’t enough games like this.
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dadsinsuits · 2 months
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Ante Čačić
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dialupmodem · 1 year
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this is so fucking funny, the future liberals want
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sidelinedaddysafari · 5 months
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Alex Ferguson Scottish Former Soccer Manager
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maturemenoftvandfilms · 8 months
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Steve Bruce English Football Manager
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beingliverpool · 2 months
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The Football World Simply Can't Stop Talking!!
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