[Late Post] BJKC WG F SF: UK vs. AU S1: Storm Sanders def. Heather Watson 6-4, 7-6(5) Match Recap
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The first rubber of the Billie Jean King Cup World Group Finals (on Semifinals stage) seen the encounter between Australia and the United Kingdom, in which the latter advanced to its first semifinal since 1981. Both countries advanced from the group stage that was held in the past few days, and in the case of the UK: they came back from the miraculous run from two days ago, and looking forward to keeping their momentum alive to advanced to their first Finals after ages.
The first rubber had Heather Watson taking Storm Sanders to secure a lead for whoever wins it. Sanders started solid from the way she took the initiative by playing more aggressively, constantly hitting deeper returns. It was rewarded with an early break in the first set, in which she took at 6-4. However, after she received a medical timeout by the end of this set (consider that she played singles brilliantly throughout this BJKC after ages), Hev started to build her momentum by digging even deeper, building on a 2-0 lead. Subsequently, Sanders started to regain her momentum to find a way to break back, controlling the baseline rally until Hev erred his backhand, breaking 1-2. She then dominated the second set tie-breaker in a similar manner, thus defeating Hev in straight sets.
The stats resonated similarly with the flow on how Sanders managed to serve well in her first serves, winning 72% of her points of there (with 88% accuracy rate). Her aggressive gameplay enabled her to score 32 combined winners (forehand + backhand altogether), nailing her net exchanges and won one point from there. Those were also the reasons she converted 2 out of 11 break chances, forcing Hev to commit 63 different types of errors (both forced and unforced). That was close, but it might have boiled down to the pressure points, judging from how the rallies went.
In the second and third rubbers, Harriet Dart kept the British hopes alive as she defeated Ajla Tomljanovic 7-6(5), 6-2, seen more solid in the second set and never turned back since. However, Alicia Barnett/Olivia Nicholls faced a tough encounter in Storm Sanders/Samantha Stosur 7-6(1), 6-7(5), [10-6], perhaps the pressing moments were at it again (although, experience might have been the case for Sanders/Stosur). The girls fought hard and fought well, and this run would still be remembered for the rest of their lives.
Meanwhile, Australia will face the winner between Switzerland and Czech Republic, which tie will be played after this. Should be quite a neat tie, regardless of those who advanced!
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Uruguay derrota a Barbados
Uruguay derrota a Barbados
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captain jude wins it for england in the 2026 wc and everyone is super soft and fluffy maybe
jude bellingham - it's coming home ♡
The roar of the crowd fills the air like a deafening symphony as Jude, captain of the England team, leads the squad onto the pitch for the 2026 World Cup final against France.
It's a moment he's dreamed of since he was a young boy kicking a ball around the park, and now, with the weight of a nation on his shoulders, he's determined to make it count.
As the game kicks off, Jude can't help but feel a surge of pride as he looks around at his teammates, some of whom are experiencing their first taste of a major tournament final. A lot of the lads look up to him now and he knows they're counting on him to lead them to victory. He's determined not to let them down.
The match is intense, with both sides giving their absolute all in pursuit of the ultimate dream. Memories of their defeat to France in the 2022 tournament linger heavily in Jude's mind, but he pushes them aside, focusing on the task at hand. The past is no use to him now.
Mbappe puts France ahead towards the end of the first half with a lucky goal that slips between Pickford's legs with a deflection, leaving the tension in the stadium palpable.
But, as ever, he and the lads refuse to give up, and in the second half, Phil manages to find the back of the net with a brilliant strike, sending the crowd into a frenzy of excitement and invigorating the team to impossible levels as Jude scoops up the ball and they run back to the midway line to quickly restart the game.
When there's just five minutes left on the clock, Jude can feel the pressure mounting.
Not penalties, He can't help but think even after all this time. Anything but penalties.
The thought looms over him like a dark cloud, but then he sees his opportunity. Trent sends him a perfect through ball from the back, and Jude grasps the moment with desperate hands, weaving through the French defenders with determination.
He fires a shot from long range. And it should be too far. It really should be. He barely lands these in training.
But then all of a sudden Jude is hearing the unstoppable roar of the crowd, feeling Rashy grab onto him and Phil jump onto his back, watching as the ball swishes cleanly into the back of the net past the goalie's fingertips.
It's his legs that carry him to the fans. His mind is full of nothing but images of his mum and dad flashing by and all the time and hard work they dedicated to him, of his brother and his unwavering beliefs in his ability, and of the teammates he's had throughout the years that had made an impact on him.
Jude feels a smile crack onto his face.
It's broad and giddy and the complete opposite to how he'd usually celebrate, taciturn and serious, nodding sharply after a goal to say, 'Yeah, that's right. That's what I can do.' A habit leftover from his youth where Jude had felt like he constantly had to prove his maturity and earn his right to be on the pitch.
But he's done it now. Cemented himself into history.
Jude opens his arms up to the sea of blues and whites adorning the stands and allows himself to laugh freely as his teammates appear one by one to tackle him into the ground, gripping onto his shoulders, shouting and screaming in glee, and pressing their foreheads together.
Someone yells at Jude that they love him and Jude's grin hitches into his cheeks again as he places a kiss on the cheek of whoever's nearest, the chants of the crowd engulfing him, the pounding of the drums in tune with the beat of his heart.
It's coming home.
♡
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I’m getting real tired of searching for a specific item on Amazon and getting repeats of the same 3-4 designs from various Chinese companies, and the specific brand I searched for is nowhere to be seen.
I know the item is sold on Amazon, but it’s being pushed out by cheap crap sold by bots. And the fucking algorithm gives me cheap shit instead of the actual brand I searched!
What’s even more annoying is when I’m searching for something on Amazon then decide to support a small creator on Etsy instead and at least half the results are just the mass produced Amazon stuff. Except the Etsy sellers have the gall to lie and say it’s imported from small creators, if they admit it’s imported at all!
Where the fuck can I buy quality stuff from actual makers? What happened to the woodworkers and leather makers, and potters I used to support on Etsy just last year? Ones that posted their business address, and when you looked them up it was an actual place?
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Billy is an “anything is breakfast food as long as its breakfast time” kind if person.
Steve is a “breakfast time is for stereotypical breakfast food and nothing else” type of person.
Have a little drabble bcs I have 5 minutes of confidence in my writing.
Also. Imma have to blame @prettyboybillyhargrove for making me wanna write something cute and fluffy and domestic after giving me nothing but angst posts yesterday.
Billy wakes Steve up at like 6:30 in the morning because he wants Steve’s homemade spaghetti for breakfast after his morning run. Steve grumbles awake and looks at Billy with the cutest glare. “Spaghetti isn’t breakfast food Billy. Why don’t you eat cereal or an omelette or something normal for breakfast?” Steve questions. Billy just looks at Steve with his best puppy dogs eyes because he knows the art of getting his way with the one and only Steve Harrington. Steve ends up folding under the pressure of Billy’s gaze and grumbles fully awake. He slides out of bed and stumbles to get ready, meanwhile Billy silently cheers to himself while he puts on his running shoes and heads for the door.
It’s now almost 8 am and the entire house smells like tomato sauce. Billy walks through the front door and immediately beelines for the kitchen so he can praise Steve for his amazing cooking. Steve whips around and glares at Billy, a ladle held in his hand threateningly, “if you come near me with that sweaty nastiness and get sweat in my tomato sauce I will smother you in your sleep. Go take a shower, the spaghetti will be done when you get back”. Billy holds his hands up in surrender, a giant smile plastered on his face. He spins around and bolts to the master bath and takes the fastest shower he swears he has ever taken. No more than 10 minutes later Billy heads back to the kitchen where the wonderful aroma of spaghetti originates from. He pads over to Steve, landing a soft kiss on Steves shoulder before reaching into the cabinets for plates. “Thank you” Billy whispers in Steve’s ear, the smile never leaving his face. Steve blushes lightly, “its nothing really. I just hope you enjoy it,” Steve mumbles, embarrassment in his tone.
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Yeah, no, this level of repetitive is boring. Extremely boring. Boring enough that even the eldritch horror would rather bring in some chaos than just eat it. Honey, you don’t do anything interesting, you’re just in denial because there’s nothing interesting to do.🦇
What. I- It's not our fault that there's nothing left. It's not our fault that we only have 200 books left. I'm not good at imagining good stories. Or even games after the thousandth time I've played a thing. There's no one else here, Cider mentally isn't there to do anything, it's me and whatever entertains me for that moment. It that dumb storm's fault for leaving us with nothing.
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