#Footy Plus

[seastoried]

Given that their composition changes so regularly, any team I currently support may be made up of completely different players, coaches, and administrators in five years. In what sense, then, will I be supporting the same team that I support now?

adam kadlac, the ethics of sports fandom

been thinking about this a lot lately, especially in relation to the growing trend of fans (in a variety team sports) supporting individual players as opposed to teams. what compels us to continue supporting a team even after the youngest player at the first match we watched has retired? what identity, independent of the players who make it up, does a team posses? even after players have been traded, coaches have been hired and fired, and ownership has changed hands, there remains some spirit so foundational to the being of the club that allows us to identify it as the same. this, i believe, is it's grounding in and connection to a particular place.

i find it particularly telling that the practice of supporting individuals over teams is perhaps most prevalent in sports where there is a concerted effort made to scrub away a team's sense of place to make way for sponsor based identities, such as formula 1. the sport's international nature and high team turnover rate (tied to sponsors, of course) likely also plays a part. what, then, is driving this change in other sports?

football has always been a sport where teams have been intrinsically tied to a place. while the player over team support trend has yet to become as prevalent in football as it is in some other sports, it does seem to be creeping in. this could be potentially chalked up to a number of factors. perhaps it's the globalization (read: mostly increased american interest, as the rest of the world has been playing football happily for years) of the sports, introducing fans who have no personal connection to the place a club is from, and therefore lack allegiance to the club. maybe it's the steady increase in foreign ownership of teams, to an extent where this erodes away at fan's visions of a club as a physical manifestation of the spirit of their hometown. perhaps stronger personal branding of players is a part of it; they're no longer simply an agent of the team, but an individual in their own right, worthy of being followed no matter where they go (there is something to be said here about the relationship between personal branding, increased sponsor opportunities, and the fact that having ten individual players shill your product is better than the singular entity that is the team). whatever it is, i do find it a little sad - it renders teams somewhat purposeless, empty husks whose only purpose is to house players, otherwise devoid of value.

[saleeba]

miss that feeling of getting into a new fandom and having a whole world of unread fics to get thru :((

[bright-and-burning]

just JOLTED up in bed from a dream where lando and oscar were training/dicking around on a soccer field next to where the older retiring-one-by-one collection of nwsl/uswnt players were training/dicking around

[emeraldcitynerdfighter]

As an OL Reign supporter I’m really really really really

Not Loving

the takes that Laura Harvey should be the new national team coach.

Yes, she’s great and knows how to use subs and her bench and has so much experience but

Please.

Just let let keep coaching her club.

Don’t do that to her.

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

There is always a footy game on during Supanova. It makes for a weird cross over.

[princessszoboszlai]

Raised by an arsenal supporting dad? When did you decide you wanted to support liverpool and what made you choose them?

Sorry if you've already mentioned this previously

I haven't, but I'll go in detail here!

In Nigeria, its really big to support Arsenal or United, and he chose Arsenal, probably because of the black/diverse talent the side had compared to others at the time. I would occasionally watch matches with him when Arsenal were in the Highbury with Wenger, Henry, Fabregas, Carzola and all of them. I just . . . wasn't interested in football for a lot of my early childhood, but I knew to get close to my dad, I'd need to. So I have a lot of random memories of waking up on Christmas and watching my dad play FIFA and sitting real quiet until my mom woke up to open presents lol I sometimes watch old Arsenal '00s matches for that needed nostalgia

What finally got me into football was the 2014 WC. I don't even know what it was, but my dad was so excited for Nigeria to do get past the group stages hopefully and I wanted to join in. When Nigeria dropped off, I just blindly decided to watch Brasil since they were the host county and I got tied up in all the story lines that were going on and that 7-1 loss?? I actually cried so hard at a restaurant because we went out when it was happening. Imagine a little 13 year old sobbing into some fondue (We were at the Melting Pot, i remember to this day), because Germany won the WC and absolutely decimated some of your new favorite players.

Now what brought me to Liverpool was (is? I still love em tbh) my giant love for the Beatles. I was obsessed and if I was going to follow a football club, I wanted it to be in the same city. I dunno why I went to that logic . . . but I was 13 and I saw my dad supporting Arsenal and I knew I couldn't do #WengerOut and all of a sudden celebrate 4th place every year. It seemed so messed up. So I was genuinely between Everton and Liverpool at one point. But, some faithful day I was on Youtube and saw YNWA mislabeled as a Beatles song. The Beatles fanatic I am, I got excited and was super confused as to why I've never heard it before. And I've been an LFC fan ever since then.

The 14/15 season was rough beyond belief. I don't know how I kept going considering how new I was and how it just . . . wasn't great. But I loved Firmino and Coutinho so I stuck through because I'd read up on Liverpool's history and I knew it had to come back. Honestly, I thank my younger self every day for that little butterfly effect of watching that video and listening to the song because its been an amazing 11 years now (I can't believe it! 10 seasons??). I feel like Liverpool has made me a better person and there's so much more to be excited for, even if they act like they don't know what their jobs are sometimes.

Plus my relationship with him began getting . . . strained at best around that time and its nonexistent now. I think I would have stopped watching football if I was an Arsenal fan just because I'd think about him lmao

[m00sebaby]

just having a bit of a ramble dont mind me

[chaos-footy]

What if I applied for a faculty position at a Melbourne uni instead so I could go to more footy. What then

[sunshineandlyrics]

"I have a jersey for you"

The fan that gave Louis the football jersey. You can also see Louis talking to the fans with the Mexican flag we would grab later.

🇲🇽⚽️ FITFWT Queretaro, 4 June 2024 via @ fairy_louie28 x

Louis with a mexican jersey gifted by a fan - 04.06

[lastonthebrakes]

the pochettino dickriding has started and it’s insane

[jesuisstay]

Dad!Chan

A small follow up to Dad!Minho that I did a WHILE back. Hope you enjoy. Dad!Bang Chan x Reader

Read other members here: Changbin

Last two are a little suggestive

Chan the baby whisper. He always knows exactly what his little one needs by the pitch of their cry and the furrow of their brow. Who’s somehow developed their entire vocabulary of babbles to know which exact bottle or paci they want.

Chan who was honestly a little terrified of holding his first born. What if he dropped them? What if he turned too quickly or bounced them a little too hard? A stark difference from how he plays with you toddler now, play wrestling and flinging them around. But you know there was never any place safer in your mind that with him (excluding with you).

Chan who has the feeding schedules down to a science, for both you and baby. He diligently carries both your bottles around so you can keep producing enough to feed your child. Snacks too for both of you, even if the snacks have become one and the same. He’ll jokingly whip up a bottle like how he makes a protein shake for the gym, exaggerating the process to keep those hungry eyes entertained for just a few more seconds.

Chan, taking his time with picking out their outfits every morning. Each outfit is so bright and colorful making his pride gleam as well. And after a month or so of dressing them, he even starts incorporating more color into his wardrobe so that he can coordinate with them. His favorite thing about baby clothes: anything to do with their little feet. Onesies with footies or even just the little socks with animals or ruffles.

Chan who was so excited to get to show you have grateful he was for bringing this little bundle of joy into their lives. It’s big beautiful gifts around the due date. But when the Dr clears you for physical intimacy, he’s jumping that the chance to prove his happiness (with consent obvi)

Chan, who even after months of watching you grow his child and being so satisfied with his little family, feels a little twinge of something in his heart as he watches you interact with a niece with your baby on your hip. You’d talked about it, a big family was ultimately the goal for all of you. Plus ever since the Dr’s clearance, you’d been a bit friskier than normal.

And maybe just maybe, the cycle was about to repeat. And maybe, Chan will get a summer baby like he always dreamed of.

[paci-papa]

"There's Papa's perfect little princess!" Papa said as you waddled into the dining room where he was hosting a dinner party.

Your cheeks turned bright red as you looked around the room, noticing that the eyes of every, beautiful, maturely dressed person in the room was on you.

Your childish pink footie pajamas did little to hide your full diaper. You sucked harder on your purple pacifier and clutched your blankie even closer to your chest as the immaculately dressed party goers pinched your cheeks and cooed at you

"What are you doing up, little one? You know it's past your bedtime," Papa said softly as he walked up to you and held your cheek in his hand.

Your blush deepened. You knew he was right. You were supposed to be in bed. But, the party was keeping you up and... well, you wanted to be a part of it.

"I had a bad dream, Papa," you lisped at your caregiver giving him the most pathetic puppy dog eyes you could muster, "I can't sleep."

To your delight, the hushed sound of sympathetic cooes from the woman at the party followed your words.

"I'm sorry, sweet pea, but it really is past your bed. Let's get you tucked..." Before Papa could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a cacophony of voices.

"Let her stay..."

"The poor thing..."

"She's so cute!"

You couldn't help but smile behind your paci in triumph.

With a deep sigh, Papa gave in.

"Well, cutie, I guess you get to stay!"

You giggled in glee and gave Papa a huge hug.

You spent the rest of the night being passed from knee to knee by the party's participants. You listened quietly as they talked about adult things like politics, business, and the economy.

Sure, you were wearing a soggy diaper and weren't allowed to talk, but it was the biggest you had felt in months. Plus, the cuddles and attention weren't so bad either.

As Papa tucked you back into your crib at the end of the night, you smiled at him contentedly.

"Oh, don't look so happy, baby girl. Papa knows what you did. You may have gotten your way tonight, but we will discuss punishments in the morning," Papa kissed your forehead before continuing, "Sleep tight, little one."

Your stomach dropped a little at Papa's words. But, as you let your eyelids close and drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but think your little ploy was worth whatever punishment Papa could come up with.

Well, at least, you hoped so.

[sunshineandlyrics]

Update!

Louis was first asked on 5th December 2022, and then got the pronunciation for Jude right on 7th December 2022.

Louis talking about Jude Bellingham in 2022 [fairyhabit]

[futbolfatale]

Media Questions

Alpha Emily Engstler/Omega Reader

BLURB

“Emily, Welcome.” The interview is conducted for the camera. The three of you sit in the cafeteria of the Mystic’s training ground. “Today, we will just be answering some questions for the fans.” The girl is a new fire for the social media team. Her scent is still so foreign that it sets you on edge. It’s almost as if Emily can sense it, which she probably can; her sense of smell is much better than yours. She wraps an arm around you, pulling you in close and releasing calming pheromones.

“Morning person or night person” 

“OHH. Not mornings. I prefer to sleep in. I think you prefer that, hmm, gives you more time for cuddles,” Em states, turning the question to you. You just nod along.

“Do you see the fan edits?” She has an evil glint in her eye. It’s kind of like she is flirting, and you don’t like it one bit.

“I do. She shows them to me. I think you’ve got like what, 300 saved on your iPad.”

“I like to watch them when you're gone. Plus, I like knowing that you're mine,” you scrunch up your nose, and she mimics your playful mood.

“What about your next tattoo? Obviously you’ve got a ton, but what's next?”

“That’s a good question. I have an appointment in two days. I am getting her eyes tattooed right here.” Emily shows the bare side of her forearm. 

“OH, that’s exciting. What’s your go-to fast food order?” 

“I don’t eat fast food. She does love some chicken strips on the way home from an evening game. Usually spicy ones with ranch and a cherry soda of some kind.”

“What about hobbies?”

“I like to read. We actually just started reading this book together…”

“Mistakes were made.” You finish as em struggle to find the title. 

“That’s all we have for you today, Emily. Thanks so much for your time. I can’t wait to do this again. “ The smirk on the woman’s face sets your jealous nature a blaze. As soon as the camera cuts, you slide yourself into Emily's lap. Her hands go to your hips to steady you as you snuggle into her scent gland. She starts to release calming pheromones, even more aggressively now, but it only makes you want to bite done into her skin. So you do. It’s not like Emily cares; she usually encourages you to bite, she loves her battle scars. “I’m sorry you're upset, baby,” Emily whispers into your ear, voice low and gravely. You just hum angrily against her skin, biting down a little harder. You release her and look up to see the interviewer staring at you. So of course, like any rational adult, you bare your fangs in a slight snarl. This causes her to turn quickly and hurry out of the room.

Taglist:

@liloandstitchstan, @footy-lover264, @evanpeterstoe,  @chip-the-teapot

[iloveoldermen-posts]

omg okay i’ve been deep into blue collar simon AND HOLY bcsimonriley! with plus size reader who’s exes never have been able to pick her/them (wtv you do you) up and big beefy simon riley picks em up like they weight nothing!!!!

BLUE COLLAR!SIMON

Warnings: totally my opinion with no logic behind it just vibes, slight swearing, unsure about continuation of the one-shot, i have not proof read ୨୧

- Even with such a simple blue collar job, this man earned enough money in his twenties to support the next THREE generations of his family to come.

- He worked very hard when he was younger in the hopes he would find somebody later in life and fill his wrap-around porch house with his own little football team.

- Due to the nature of his job, he became quite the little (well not exactly little) tradesman. So any projects that he put on his list - in other words things that desperately need fixing are all done by him.

"why would I pay for something I can easily do?"

-> he shrugs

- Due to his job he is quite a hunky man, but over the years where he went to the more business side of his company, some of his core muscle had started to weaken - causing a proper little dad bod. [Dad bod!simon yummm].

- Through going out with his mates in England and playing a bit of Sunday league footy, he will gladly take his daughters to play - whenever they ask that is. [Girldad!Simon has a constant residency in my mind].

- He will never fully stop working, especially when the kids leave for university beacuse he needs something other than you to busy his mind. [He would gladly just be busied by you if you didn't want to crack on with you alone time hobbies]

- He loves treating you, always has. If you take a mere glance at something in a shop he goes back and has it brought, packed and he's on the way home with it as a surprise.

- Alwaysss surprising you with vacations, helping you knock off places on your bucket list.

My asks are currently open so get the requests in, and check out my masterlist.

THANK YOU FOR READING!! -> ALL REBLOGS, LIKES AND COMMENTS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!

[booniebaby141]

Y/N, who gets the 141 into Rupauls Drag Race and they get REALLY invested…

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Y/N likes Rupauls Drag Race and openly watches it in the common room, much to the dismay of the other recruits. They would much rather be watching footie or some rerun of an old action movie for the 50th time, but being one of the strongest, most dangerous members on the 141 had its privileges. One of them being no one DARED fuck with you when you were watching Drag Race, that doesn’t mean they didn’t relentlessly tease you about it at first.

Soap and Gaz tease you the most when they see you snapping your fingers and cheering on the queens like they’re physically in front of you. They hear you in the common room shouting out “Yass queen!” And just HAVE to say something.

Soap: Aye, how come I never get that reaction when I’m in my best duds?

Gaz: Yeah mate, are we not fabulous enough for you in ghillie suits and black eye paint?

Soap: It’s the same steamin bloody face paint, only, tactical… You’d get wasted in a second on the field if you came out looking like that! They’re like exotic birds!

Y/N: I think you boys are missing the point of the show, and drag in general. Besides, I think there’s a difference between doing makeup, and running a stick of black paint over your eyes…

Gaz: There’s a point to it beyond big wigs, drama, and dancing on bar tops?

Ohhhh boy were they about to get a herstory lesson…

Thankfully Soap will listen to literally anything, anyone has to say regarding their interests, no matter how weird or niche. He just wants to know about people and why they ��are the way they are.’ He was curious as to what you specifically liked about the show. Plus, his ADHD let him soak up information like a sponge.

Gaz, surprisingly took a genuine interest in the history lesson about drag throughout the ages and its significance in each time. Eventually, they both found themselves intrigued and let you explain EVERYTHING. All the way from the Stonewall riots, the history of Rupaul, the Pulse nightclub tragedy, to the current season of Drag Race you were rewatching for the 10th time.

Soap found it fascinating you knew so much about a history that was often not spoken of in military settings for specific reasons. Gaz found it fascinating when he looked over and saw to his surprise, a beautiful queen coming down the runway. She wore metallic blue thigh highs and a bright pink minidress with a bright green top half. The cherry on top was the neon strapping around her neck and chest that lead into a bright pink, faux fur jacket. He was enamoured.

Gaz: What’s her name?

Soap: You do know that’s a dude in a dress right?

He pointed at the screen, getting Soaps attention. He let out a low wolf whistle as the queen sauntered down the runway…

Soap: Fine she’s not that bad, just too serious for me. But aye, what is her name?

Y/N: That would be Shea Couleé…

It didn’t take long for you to get the two hooked. They insisted you start the season over so they could watch from episode one. You agreed, if for nothing else than to finally have someone else watch TV with you. They got into the competition FAST, learning the lingo and the staple challenges (Snatch Game, The Ball, The Makeover, and the Rusicals).

You were about halfway through the season with them when Ghost and Price returned from an Op, exhausted and barely able to make it to their own beds. They both decided to just crash on the common room couches, only to find one of them occupied by you, Gaz, and Soap.

Soap: Aye! You’re back L.T! Just in time for the lipsync.

Ghost: …What?

Gaz: *sighing* How was the Op Sir?

Price: Ughh, not good. Switch over to 23, London’s got a game on.

Soap and Gaz: NO!

Ghost and Price looked at you incredulously before looking to see what you three were watching…

Ghost: Fucking hell…

Price: Tell me you didn’t y/n…

Y/N: Guilty…

Eventually, exhaustion won over and both decided they were too tired to argue and flopped down on the adjacent couch. It started with a few absentminded flickers over to the screen when one of you made a comment, then the occasional “hmm…” or “oh, that’s interesting.” When they too started asking questions, a little smile graced your face and you knew it was only a matter of time before you reeled the other two in…

Ghost was first, finding himself actually enjoying the workroom stories and banter. Some of the queens told stories of their past that reminded him of his own father; abusive, drunk, judgemental, and downright terrifying. He had more in common with some of them than he thought…

One night, Price finds him alone in the common room, catching up on the rest of the season. He chuckled but eventually plopped down and joined him in amusement.

Price: Don’t tell me they’ve got YOU hooked on it too now…

Ghost: It’s actually not that bad Sir, and you can’t deny… They’re crafty, could probably fashion weapons from their own clothing…

Price: Hmmph, you don’t say?

Ghost pointed to his current favourite Queen from the season, noting her intellect and ingenuity.

Ghost: See her? She’s pretty fucking smart, and educated, and doesn’t take fuck all from anybody. They could even make a decent soldier if they weren’t, you know, on the field in a dress.

Price chuckled before finally giving in and asking to be filled in with the details. Ghost insisted he just start from the beginning so Price could be caught up…

It didn’t take much convincing before they had binged the whole season in a single night, joining the rest of you for the finale.

Needless to say, when you, Gaz, and Soap saw the Captain and Lieutenant walk into the common room the next morning with popcorn and whiskey, you knew you had them HOOKED.

Price: Well? What are you waiting for?

Ghost: Put the finale on! I need to see if she wins!

Soap: Aye in your dreams, Peppermint’s gonna slay the house down boots.

Good God Soap was using drag lingo, what monster have you created?

~~~

ALSO, here’s who I think the 141 would be rooting for in the Season 9 finale…

Price 🚬 • Trinity Taylor

Price would definitely be a lover of the pageant queens for their professionalism, poise, and no bullshit attitude; and Trinity was the whole package with a WHOLE lotta ass for Price to admire, before you told him it was plastic… He just called it ‘tactical silicone’ which was about the funniest thing you had heard all week.

Ghost 👻• Sasha Velour

We know this man has taste, cmon. She’s different, he’s different. She’s weird but intelligent, so is he. She looked and spoke of everything with such a unique and educated perspective. He appreciated a queen who could give a narrative through their drag. He beamed when she won and didn’t stop talking about the rose petal wig reveal for at least 2 months after the episode.

Soap 🧼• THE NUMBER ONE QUEEN IS P-E-P-P-E-R, BITCH YOU KNOW THE REST!

Soap is a life of the party guy and Peppermint would definitely be at the top of his guest list. She made him laugh throughout the whole season, kept things light and fun, and her laugh in general was infectious. He said if she doesn’t win the crown, she had BETTER win Miss congeniality… Oh Soap you poor bastard…

Gaz 🧢• Shea Couleé

Do I even need to explain myself? Gaz looked at statistics, and she had the most wins, most consistent performance, and not to mention, she was smoking hot… Gaz has to remind himself occasionally “dude in a dress, dude in a dress, dude in a dress.” Despite that, he doesn’t hesitate to scream out “You better werk!” Everytime she comes down the runway, wagging his finger and everything.