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Hiii idk if anon has found it yet but it’s called “too close to home” by @chahnniesroom !!

Hey, I need either your or your followers help in finding a fic that i'd read before but now can't find.

It's a 9th member au where the reader is the only female member, they are filming a dance practice and the reader keeps messing up and thinks they have to do so many takes because of her. She gets really in her head about it until Chan tells her that everyone else was messing up takes, not her, and he chose her to be in this group for a reason.

ugh i’m so sorry bestie, i am currently the worst person to help with fic hunts bc i haven’t been reading lately 😭 BUT!! if anyone out there recognizes this fic, pls be the hero our anon needs 🫡

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Muse |

Alexia Putellas x popstar!reader

Warnings: age gap (Alexia is 30, reader is 24). Suggestive but no actual smut. Kinda short.

“Wanna be your muse, wanna be your muse. Let me be your truth… wanna be your muse.”

The home studio blared with your song as you leaned back in your chair, a pen between your teeth, one knee pulled to your chest, the other dangling off the leather seat.

You leaned forward, ready to press play again. The screen showed dozens of different demos—all for the same song. You’d tried layered harmonies, a bassline you’d reworked for hours, and a beat that still felt off somehow. No matter how many things you changed—the vocal phrasing, the tempo, even the reverb on the final chorus—something still didn’t sit right.

“It sounds good, mi amor,” Alexia said, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pressing a soft kiss into your hair.

“No… it still sounds off,” you murmured, clicking play once more. Again, the faint sound of an electric guitar filled the room.

“See? It… it doesn’t sound like me.” You paused the track, shifting in your seat so you could complain directly to the woman behind you.

“Well, I’m pretty sure that’s you,” she teased.

“Alexia, this is serious. I have deadlines, and I can’t figure out what this song needs,” you said, the stress practically radiating off you.

“Just give it time,” Alexia soothed, gently massaging your tense shoulders. “You’ve been doing this for years. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

She was right. You had been doing this for years, which only made it more frustrating that you couldn’t figure out why this song didn’t feel like something you’d written.

“Maybe…” Alexia started. “All you need…” She leaned closer, beginning to lay soft, gentle, innocent kisses along your cheek, then trailing them down to your jaw.

Your eyes narrowed. “Alexia, deadlines,” you reminded her, trying to stay strong. But she was determined.

“Is some… motivation,” she whispered in your ear.

“Ale, we can’t. I’m busy,” you pointed out, gesturing to the demos in front of you.

“Busy and stressed, mi corazón,” she said softly, pushing your hair to the side and kissing the back of your neck.

“Besides… your song is called Muse. Maybe you just need one,” she murmured, her hand gently sliding to your neck.

“Alexia,” you warned, your tone half-hearted.

“Shh… I just want to take care of mi princesa,” she insisted, slowly coaxing you out of your chair and toward your shared bedroom. Before you could protest further, her lips captured yours, silencing any objections.

For the first time that week, you allowed yourself to let go, to relax—thanks to your special little muse.

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Opposites attract |

golden retriever!Kyra Cooney-cross x blackcat!reader

You and Kyra were an... unexpected couple. Who would’ve thought that Kyra Cooney-Cross, the most energetic, perky, golden retriever of a person, would ever cross paths with someone like you? Someone who hates touchy people, loud people, or talkative people—everything that Kyra is.

But it all started on a simple day in a busy café. You were seated, sipping your tea, reading one of your favorite books, when she came along.

“Excuse me? Could I sit here? There’s nowhere else…” a random, freckled girl asked with an accent that was clearly not English.

“Yeah… sure,” you replied, assuming she would leave you alone so you could get back to your book.

“Thanks,” she smiled, setting her things down and taking the seat across from you.

Your eyes skimmed the page, trying to read, but it was kind of difficult when someone was blatantly staring at you.

“Sorry… do you need something?” you asked the girl.

“Uh… no, sorry,” she stammered.

You blinked at her, then returned to your book. Peace. Quiet. Just pure relaxation.

“What’s your name?” the strange girl questioned.

“R.” You replied, impatient, wanting to get back to reading.

“That’s a pretty name. I’m Kyra,” she smiled.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, your face not unfriendly, but not exactly warm either. Just a look full of curiosity at this strange, freckled girl—Kyra—who was trying to make conversation.

“So… what do you do for work?” she asked, growing more inquisitive by the second.

“I work at the flower shop down the road,” you answered.

“Cool,” she exclaimed, taking a sip of her iced coffee, which she definitely shouldn’t have been drinking at 6:00 PM.

She picked up her phone, distracted for a moment, and for a second—just a second—you finally thought you could get some peace. Your eyes flickered back to your book as you leaned back in your chair, sighing contently.

Nearly three minutes passed before you noticed the strange girl—Kyra—getting antsy. Fidgety, almost like she was nervous, chewing on her thumbnail.

“Uh… are you okay?” you muttered lowly, unsure if she’d even hear you over the noise of the café.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“Okay…”

And maybe, though your hope was running thin and your patience along with it, you believed you could finally finish this chapter with no more interruptions.

But then:

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?”

The strange girl spoke right as you were taking a sip of your tea, nearly causing you to choke. You stared at her.

“Sorry… I made this weird. I can go if you wa—” she began, hurriedly collecting her items, clearly overthinking the mere ten seconds of your silence.

“Kyra,” you cut her off.

But gosh, she was relentless. “I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I—”

“Kyra,” you said louder this time, and she finally paused, staring down at you.

“If I say yes, will you sit down and… stop talking?” you questioned, sitting up straight, staring right into her brown eyes.

She smiled softly. “Yeah,” Kyra agreed.

“Then yes. I’ll go on a date with you,” you continued, “Now sit down. You’re… kinda good company,” you admitted to a Cheshire-grinning Kyra.

And you just hoped you’d be able to deal with the pest you had just let into your life.

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okay, i need the international woso/futfem community to bring the same energy they did to protest saudi arabia aramco being a sponsor of the women's world cup to this heinous attack by israel (not to mention the palestinian footballers killed earlier). or do we really not care about arab women outside of performative activism? 🙄

we are quick to share posts about acls and diseases and other injuries but we close our eyes to this apparently…

this has nothing to do with being a footballer.

early onset cancers are in the rise globally. in fact, there are multiple centres worldwide that have been set up in the last few years just to study the rise of cancer in the younger demographics.

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Not enough misa appreciation on here

hidden - m. rodriguez x reader

warnings : none? mention of hickeys , slight teasing

summary : reader has just played in the el classico for barca and is secretly dating misa who’s spots a hickey left from a few nights ago

as the final whistle blows , you throw your head back and drag your hands over your face. barcelona had won 3-0 but playing real madrid is never an easy game. you had assisted 2 goals , one long ball from the half way line through to athenea and one from a free kick.

you go around the pitch , congratulating your teammates and then the opposition. sharing words with previous teammates and players on your national team. you are speaking with alexia putellas as you lift your shirt up to wipe the sweat of your head.

‘you played well today’ she says , patting you on the head whilst smiling.

‘gracias alexia , you played well too’

as alexia walks away , you turn around to the fans , taking in the sea of blue and red in front of you. the sun is shimmering in the sky which is a clear blue. you think about the conversation that you and your sister were having about the english weather compared to the spanish warmth , making you smile at the thought of your family.

you turn away from the fans and their cameras as you walk towards the one person you were yet to speak to.

‘hola misa’ you say , smiling at her as she comes over for a hug.

‘hola y/n’ she says , wrapping one arm around your shoulder.

you knew that your teammates would wonder where you know misa from , since you hadn’t played together before and you played for different national teams.

‘i saw you speaking with alexia’ she says , looking down at you as she removes her hand and steps in front of you.

you raised an eyebrow.

‘yes?’ you reply , slightly confused as to why she has mentioned it.

‘you should be more careful when you lift your shirt up’ she states , watching you raise on eyebrow.

‘why?’ you say.

‘does it make you distracted.’ you tease , giving misa a smile.

‘hm a little. but you should be more worried about people wondering why you’ve got a bruise on your lower stomach.’

your eyebrows shoot up , as you slightly lift up the bottom of your shirt , revealing a circular grey hickey placed right above the hem of your shorts.

‘shit misa what the fuck.’ you exclaim , slightly whispering as you let go of your shirt , letting it fall past your hips.

misa let out a laugh and her lips turned into a smirk.

‘you know , it looks quite faded , maybe i should make a fresh one’

your face immediately heats up and you groan.

‘good game misa.’ you say , patting her on the back.

‘good game y/n.’

you spin and turn to your team who are about to return inside.

you are walking towards the tunnel when alexia runs up next to you.

‘so , how do you know each other.’ she asks.

even though you knew someone would ask the questions you were in no way prepared and you searched for an excuse.

‘just through mutual friends’ you say , your heart beating as she squinted her eyes , cleary not believing what you’re saying.

‘you know i don’t believe you.’

‘i know’

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realnocities

guys whats cleos last name in obx

im tryna steal it fr

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“Fuck off I’ve won this shit two times”

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It's incredible how poorly some people who call themselves "fans" behave, crossing the line and commenting on the personal lives of the players. I'm referring to both football players and those in the wnba.

Since last year, we've seen horrible comments directed at Ona and Laura. It all started when the relationship between Lucy and Keira ended after several rumors, and now that they have started new relationships, people can't stop talking.

People can't stand seeing Leah close to another human being who identifies as a woman without immediately starting to "pair them up." An adult woman nearly 30 years old has every right to want to be in a relationship. And if she decides to keep it private, guess what? SHE ALSO HAS THAT RIGHT!

And let's not even talk about some people's outrage simply because Caitlin Clark has a boyfriend. Are you really that disconnected from reality? I understand that you may not like Connor or that you're not fond of Caitlin's social circle (like Jada), but that doesn't give you the right to say that Caitlin looks too “fruity” to have a boyfriend. It's disrespectful and disgusting. Using those kinds of comments only empowers the stereotypes that have harmed us for so long. It's absurd. Regardless of your opinion about him, you don't have the right to leave hateful comments on a photo she chose to share with HER BOYFRIEND on HER INSTAGRAM.

These players, beyond being public figures, are people entitled to their integrity and privacy. You are not their best friend, so stop demanding explanations that are not your concern (and yes, I’m referring to the topic of Katie and the infidelity rumors about Caitlin). Shut your damn mouth and take care of your own life.

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MY QUEENSSSS

Everyone said the rest of the world had caught up. That it was going to take years for the USWNT to win a major tournament again.

They won anyway.

Everyone said that USSF was writing off this Olympic tournament. That they couldn’t possibly win with Emma Hayes only having 4 games before their plane left for Paris.

They won it anyway.

Everyone said the USWNT couldn’t win with this young of a roster. That they were going to miss the veteran presences left off this roster.

They won anyway.

Everyone said constantly depending on a front three who had never gotten consistent minutes together before the Olympics was going to be a disaster.

They won anyway.

They did it. They proved every doubter wrong. They made everyone who celebrated their downfall last year look like a fucking joke. They played hard. They played together. They played for each other. They’re Olympic champions and nobody can take that away.

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louder for the people in the back.

Disrespecting and invading player’s and the teams privacy is never ok no matter who it comes from.

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ppl really gotta let the olympics go

Y’ALL ITS CLUB TIME NOW JUST CHEER ON YOUR FAV CLUBS AND GOOO

amen, sister!

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MARIONA SUPREMACY 🙏🙏🙏

winner's spoils || mariona caldentey x reader ||

you surprise mariona after she wins the champion's league.

minors dni, 18+, smut warning.

it was easy enough for mariona to sneak away from her teammates after the champion's league final. the party was absolutely raging, and there were no signs of stopping until the morning. mariona knew that there was a whole week of celebrating with her teammates, but you'd be flying back to america the next morning. that meant her time with you right now was limited, and mariona was determined to make the most of it.

"ah, mi amor, you made it." mariona let out a sigh of relief. none of you knew about the hotel security. jona had been sure to keep the focused on winning, but was all for whatever celebrations they wanted after the match. you never would have been able to get into the hotel before tonight with everybody on the lookout.

luckily, mariona had given you her key when she saw you earlier at the game. nobody batted an eyelash as you walked in with mariona's spare key card. you snuck in while they were at dinner and set the room up to look a bit more romantic than it had before. as you saw the look on mariona's face, you were glad that you had.

"hi baby," mariona greeted you. she happily crossed the room to join you on the bed. you were wearing lingerie just barely covered up by a silk robe. "is this all for me?"

"everything is for you tonight, whatever you want," you told her. mariona's face lit up like a kid allowed to run free in a candy store. you bit the inside of your cheek to hold in a smile, not wanting to accidentally ruin the moment.

"lay back and let me really see you," mariona told you. she turned you onto your back and promptly opened up your robe. mariona's eyes held an intense look in them as she took in the sight of you. her hands followed the path of her eyes, touching every bit of your skin that she could.

"mariona, don't tease," you warned her. mariona looked like she was about to remind you that this was her night, but she quickly dropped it in favor of unclasping your bra. her hands immediately moved to cover your breasts, groping at the soft flesh as she leaned in to kiss along your neck.

mariona's hands began to move down your body, slowly pushing your underwear down your legs. mariona's mouth pulled away from your neck with a pop, and you filed away a reminder to yourself to check for marks before you left the hotel. you could see mariona leaving a few on your stomach and hips as she moved down between your legs.

"i wish that you would have come with me to the club. it was so boring having to pretend that i didn't want to just run away to you," mariona said softly. she ran her hands up and down the insides of your thighs. you shuddered at the feeling of her breath against your center. you could feel every single breath as she took it, and yet, she seemed intent on staying just far enough away for you not to grind against her.

"you deserve to have fun and celebrate with the girls," you tried to tell her, but mariona wasn't interested in listening. all she cared about was the way her fingers spread your arousal all over. mariona was playing with you, working you up until you were ready to beg her for more. you were sure that was her angle, it was somethng that mariona enjoyed whenever the two of you had been forced away from each other for long periods of time.

with you in london for work, you and mariona had resorted to a lot of phone and video call sex. it could be somewhat satisfying, but mariona had been stuck thinking of how you felt around her fingers for weeks. all she wanted was to feel and taste you, and now that she finally had you, she would take her time in doing so.

mariona could tell from the little whine in your moans that while you were taking pleasure from her actions, it wasn't nearly enough to make you cum. it was more than just teasing, especially as her fingers began to thrust in and out of you with each trip to your entrance that her hand took. she could see you quite literally dripping around her fingers as she began to really focus on thrusting them in and out of you.

"i love how wet you get. listen to that, know that it's always going to be me taking care of you when you get like this," mariona whispered against your lips. you reached up and tugged her in to close the distance. mariona pressed her hips forward to spread your legs even more as she added a third finger inside of you. the palm of her hand bumped against your clit with each thrust. it was definitely enough for you to get off on, but mariona wanted you to have more.

she broke the kiss with an apology. without disturbing the rhythm of her fingers, mariona shifted her position so that she could eat you out. if you thought the sounds of your wetness had been bad before with just her fingers, mariona's mouth brought a whole new level to that. you swore from the sounds that she was literally slurping you up when she wasn't busy with her absolutely blissful assault on your clit.

you opened your mouth to warn her, but instead found yourself trying to muffle your own screams of pleasure. you had always been a bit loud, and while it wasn't really an issue, you still had instincts of self-preservation. despite your best efforts, mariona's attempts to get you to be even louder won out. your hands were balled up in the sheets with a grip so tight that you were shocked the cotton didn't rip.

mariona could practically see the end in sight, and yet, she kept going. it was a reminder that you were at her mercy, and while mariona wouldn't stop until she was finished, you were in safe hands. she never pushed you any further than what had been established as something that you could handle. and by the end of the night, you were completely spent, but you couldn't remember a time when you had felt even half as satisfied as you currently were.

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Mariona supremacy >>>>>>>>>

big girls do(n't) cry II Mariona Caldentey x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1241

a/n: based off this sweet request here. Let us know what you thought about it !

warning: strong period pain

There it was. The familiar pain in your lower abdomen was back.

You sucked in a breath.

This morning it had only been the slight twinge of an upcoming period. You had hoped that it would go away again, that you had time until after your away game with Barcelona. But your body had betrayed you, you started your period an hour later.

Now that you were sitting on the bus with your teammates and a league game in front of you, your uterus decided that it was the perfect time to torture you.

You lifted your knees, your feet pressed against the seat in front of you, in hopes that it would ease the pain.

Your whole body tensed with the onset of the cramps.

Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by your girlfriend in the seat next to you: “Amor?“

“Yeah?“, you pressed out between gritted teeth.

“Are you okay?“ Mariona studied you with worry in her eyes.

You nodded once and lied: “Yes, I’m fine.“

“You look very pale..“

You sighed. There was no use in lying to her, especially not when you were so clearly in pain.

“I got my period this morning…“, you admitted. That was all you had to say. Your girlfriend knew how much you struggled with it every single month.

Mariona looked at you with compassion: “Oh.“

“Yes. The timing is just great…“, you complained.

“I hate when that happens before a game. Do you need anything?“

You shook your head through another wave of cramps that left you feeling slightly nauseous: “No… I’m good.“

Mariona frowned at you: “Are you sure?“

“I have to be.“

“No, you don’t.“, your girlfriend disagreed sternly.

“What?“

She very carefully placed her hand on your thigh, rubbing circles on it with her thumb. “You don’t have to be good or even okay. You don’t have to suffer through this.“

You bit your lip as a tear rolled down your cheek. Was it the pain or what Mariona said? It didn’t matter, you wiped it away with the back of your hand.

“It’s okay, come here.“, Mariona said in her soft voice and gently pulled you towards her, making sure to not put you into any more pain.

You put your head in her lap and curled up on your seat. She affectionately ran her fingers through your hair in calming strokes.

“Thank you.“, you mumbled, closing your eyes for a short moment.

“You’re welcome, amor.“, she whispered back.

“Mariona, y/n, we need to get out of the bus.”, Alexia was padding your girlfriend’s shoulder, after leaving her seat which was right behind you.

“We’re coming.”, Mariona told her.

With an encouraging smile, she turned around to look into your eyes. “Come on, amor.”

In the changing room, it was Marta who noticed how much you were struggling because of your period pain. She quickly searched for your meds in your bag, before walking to you, handing you the pills.

“Y/n, here.”, she said firmly knowing full well you were stubborn when it came to this sensitive topic.

“I don’t think I’ll need them.”, you softly pushed her outstretched hand away.

“Just take it, it’ll help. At least a bit.”, Marta stated.

“Thank you, Marta.”, you sighed, the defender usually knew what was best for her teammates.

“You’re welcome.”, she replied, genuinely relieved that you took your medicine. The older woman hated to see you, or anyone suffer unnecessarily.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the pills to take the edge off the pain while sitting on the hard bench.

“Do you feel ready to play?”, Mariona asked you, her voice with a hint of concern.

For a moment you paused, considering her question until replying. “I think I do.”

“Anything I can do to make you feel better?”, your girlfriend wanted to know, she longed to help you to ease the pain you were in.

“Be here.”, you answered quietly.

“I’ll.”, the midfielder assured you, pressing a feathery kiss to your forehead.

Despite everything Mariona went through in her life, the injuries, the early death of her father, she was the kindest human you knew, and you were so grateful to call her your girlfriend. “I love you, Mario.”

“I love you too, amor and I’m proud of you.”, the fellow football player praised you.

“I cried. You don’t mind that? Are you still feeling proud of me?”, you muttered.

“Of course I don’t.”, Mariona shook her head slowly.

 The medication finally kicked in and filled you with new motivation. “Come on we got a game to win.”, you declared cheerfully.

Your girlfriend realized relived that some colour has returned to your pale cheeks.

“Let’s go.”, she happily clapped into her hands while you two left with your teammates to start the warmup.  

The game was won, and you couldn’t wait any longer for your hotel room bed, the match has been more exhausting than usually for you. Normally you didn’t feel this extreme of tiredness and hurt.

You didn’t even remember how you made it back to the hotel but you were glad that you didn’t have another drive home ahead of you.

The hotel bed was incredibly soft as you sank into it, curling into a ball once again.

Mariona sat down next to you on the mattress: “How do you feel, y/n?“

“Tired… and hurt.“, you groaned. The painkillers were slowly losing their effect.

“I’m sorry.“, she said, gently but helplessly rubbing your back.

You noticed from the corner of your eyes that she set something down on your bedside table. It was a white mug and the smell of its content was very distinct.

“Is that hot chocolate?“, you asked, sitting up slowly.

“I hoped that it would help.“, she nodded.

You cautiously picked up the mug and took a sip: “It does. Did you get yourself one too? It’s delicious.“

“It’s good?“, she replied.

You offered her your mug. “Yes, want to try?“

Mariona sipped from the delicious, rich-tasting drink, leaving traces of chocolate around her mouth.

You smiled, she looked absolute adorable. “You got something there.“

“I do?“, she laughed.

You leaned forward and kissed the chocolate on her upper lip away. “It’s gone.“

Mariona pouted in feigned disappointment: “It was supposed to be there.“

“Sorry, amor.“, you grinned.

“Glad to see that the hot chocolate seemed to help a bit.“, Mariona smiled satisfied.

“You know what helps as well? Lots of cuddles.“, you said innocently and placed the hot chocolate back on the bedside table.

Your girlfriend pulled you close to her: “I can help with that.“

You cozied up in her arms with a sigh: “Thanks, yours are the best.“

“Don’t worry, you can have as many as you want.“

“Promise?“

“Promise. Until you feel better.“, Mariona nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

The heat radiating from her body was calming and comforting, you fell asleep next to her in seconds.

Not even the quiet knock on the door could wake you up.

Alexia peeked her head inside: “Hey, everything okay? Y/n fell asleep?“

“She did.“, Mariona confirmed in a whisper.

Alexia smiled at the two of you cuddled up together: “Good night, you two.“

“Good night, Ale. Thanks for checking in.“

Your eyelids fluttered opened but Alexia was already gone.

You blinked at your girlfriend with tired eyes: “Sleep well, Mario.“

She gently placed a kiss on the crown of your head: “You too, amor.“

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Trin taking off her medal and wearing it like a purse on her shoulder 💀

via dawn staley

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I'm excited that the Olympics is finally going to be over ...nothing but drama this time around in woso

^^^ this lol there's too many ppl ruining this Olympics period with there nonsense

The fans are making it unbearable to enjoy the games like I was excited for the Olympics still am,but if ppl are going to be arguing like hooligans instead of accepting and acknowledging other amazing teams out there who could beat their faves instead of causing arguments left right and center sending hate, then it obviously they need help cause all you have to do is just support hype them up,and be happy no matter the results

But at the end of the day we can't let them idoits ruin this for us cause it ain't everyday the Olympics happen and your home country qualifies

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I SWEAR TO GOD!!!! People better not take this penalty as an excuse to hate on Alexia!!

I will fight you!!!

That woman gave her everything and played like no one else did.

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So real. Spain is fighting for Bronze, and Brazil is going for gold. Being in the Olympics no matter what is impressive, show some respect, when the fans bring in negative energy it cancels out onto the players, which makes them play badly. It’s over, it’s done, it doesn’t matter anymore.

It crazy to me how some y'all are still having the argument about spain and Brazil cause at the end of the day both teams made it to the Olympics fought there battles and are going for different finals so the least you can do as a fan is too support the team your rooting