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skipper1331 · 10 days
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Who will win? // Merle Frohms
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a/n: based off this request!
"Hi" the voice of your girlfriend came whispered through the phone.
"Hey" you mumbled in responds, eyes already heavy after the exhausting day you’ve had. For awhile, no words were exchanged, only soft breathing could be heard. Merle was the one who broke the silence, her voice shaky, "will we be okay?" she asked, fearing your answer.
Tomorrow, Arsenal would face Wolfsburg in a sold out Emirates Stadium - a match that would decide which team would make it to the Champions League final as it was 2-2 on aggregate.
In an instant, you replied, "yes, of course."
Your mind had also been consumed by that thought. Would Merle be mad at you if you won? No matter who wins, what consequences will be there? What if you loose?
"Promise me?"
"I promise"
"Okay" she sighed in relief, "I love you" your cheeks turned hot, her words so full of honesty as the butterflies in your stomach went crazy.
"I love you too" you replied sheepishly, suddenly wide awake.
The keeper and you had met through mutual friends on a holiday trip, your chemistry magical since the very first moment. Yet at first, Merle was shy and reserved towards you, you were the only one she didn‘t know - well, she did know you as you were one of Arsenals greatest defenders but she didn’t know know you yet but that side was gone not even two hours later, the two of you engaged in conversation after conversation. It seemed like your friends weren‘t existing anymore as Merle only had eyes for you and vice versa.
After your trip, Merle couldn’t stop thinking about you, so she texted you, wanting to know if you arrived in London safely. It was just an excuse, although she actually wanted to know if you made it some safely, only she was hoping for another conversation with you in return - maybe one that didn‘t stop. Her prayers had been heard - you started texting nonstop. Soon texts started to turn into calls and your 'friendship' blossomed.
In the winter holidays, you visited Merle, the moment your friendship turned into more as she had kissed you under the mistletoe.
Now, two years later, your relationship was going strong.
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The two of you continued the phone call for a bit before yet another yawn let your mouth, "my love, it‘s getting late. I‘ll see you tomorrow" the german whispered.
You hummed, eyes already shut as you heard the final "I love you" of the night. With that you drifted off to sleep, thinking about the blonde.
The next day rolled by earlier than you wanted to. You were excited, the emirates was sold out, playing an important match on home soil - you couldn’t be more excited yet you were so scared. What would happen? Your mind was not only occupied with the question what happens between Merle and you but will someone get injured? You feared that every time you stepped on the pitch.
You didn‘t see your girlfriend until the lineups in the tunnel, the girl looking good in her kit.
You shot her a quick smile which she returned with a nod - when Merle was in her game mode, in the zone, nobody could distract her. This match was just as important to her as it was to you. Nobody was allowed to make a mistake otherwise you might loose.
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Stina opened the score in the 11‘, Jill equalizing in the 41‘ - your former teammate. You knew it was her job to score when she had the opportunity but you weren’t going to lie, it hurt when she did. But also, you were incredibly proud of her - she was your friend after all.
Despite Arsenal and Wolfsburgs chances and effort, the half time score stayed 1-1.
Though that changed when VfL had a corner kick - the one and only Alexandra Popp scoring a header, as usually.
2-1.
You felt frustrated, blaming yourself - should you have been at her side? When you felt a double clap on your back, you were called back to reality. No one was to blame. Popp was an incredible player.
You prayed for an equalizer.
And as if your prayers have been heard, Jen scored with a beauty of a header.
The game continued, Wolfsburgs had their chances as Arsenal had them too. But nothing seemed to work.
After 90+ minutes, the ref blew the whistle.
The score 2-2.
which only meant one thing.
Extra time.
Your nerves were on a high race. What will happen in that extra time? What will not happen? Will there be penalties?
You were, after Kim, the person who took the penalty. Your penalties were always perfectly shot, they always slotted in the goal - the goalie nowhere near. Yet if you had to take a penalty in this game, it would be different.
Merle was in the goal.
Your girlfriend.
The one person who knew you better than anyone.
Huddling together, Jonas gave some strict orders - how to play, how to create space and chances. This wasn’t any club, this was Wolfsburg and they were one of the best german teams - if not the best. You had to be focussed and give 101%.
No mistakes were allowed.
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You did the biggest mistake.
The teams dream of making it to the final, possibly winning it, was thrown in the bin when Manu passed the ball to you. You don’t know what happened, one second you had the ball and in the next second Jule Brand had it. Despite your effort to get it back, you knew it was too late as she assisted it to Pauline Bremer who slotted it in. Your world seemed to stop spinning.
3-2 in the 119‘
You embarrassed yourself in front of a recorded crowd and because of you the team was about to loose.
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Nothing mattered anymore.
Arsenal lost.
They lost because you made a mistake - a mistake that decided the game.
Wolfsburg would go to the final in Eindhoven, Arsenal would stay at home. Tears slipped out of your eyes as you covered it up with your jersey while you stood in the middle of the pitch, devastated about the massive loss. Everything fell to deaf ears as you were stuck in your anger and disappointment. You ignored everybody who had approached you until you heard a familiar voice, the voice you loved so deeply.
"Hey" she said.
You didn’t reply.
"You played great" she kept her distance, not knowing if you wanted her to hug you or to leave you alone. She respected either way.
"You‘re glad I fucked up, hm? Secretly, laughing at me"
It took Merle off guard, "what? What are you talking about?" her eyes were wide, brows furrowed.
Indeed, she was happy that her team won but she felt devastated for you, not only because of the loss in general but that you caused it. It will haunt you for a while.
"Oh, don’t act all innocent now! You cannot tell me you didn’t like it, can you? My mistake, Pauline scoring the winning goal… Merle Maschine Frohms, you‘re going to the final. Congratulations" you told her bittersweetly, patting her shoulder before walking away.
The goalkeeper could only watch. Normally, 'Merle Maschine Frohms' was a running gag between the two of you but now it seemed like it was an insult.
"Didn’t go well, I assume?"
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After the team talk, you fled the scene. You didn’t want to be here anymore. Your expression was stone cold as your jaw was clenched. You went for a quick shower, you couldn’t be bothered to take your time, all you wanted was to go home and watch your comfort movie while eating chocolate or ice cream.
Leaving the stadium felt like a relief, anger and frustration slowly leaving your body as guilt, blame and disappointment made its way up.
You knew what you said to Merle was wrong and that she most likely felt bad for you as you had talked many many times about situations like these - not knowing they would ever happen again.
After the euros final, the topics about winning and losing have been brought up and talked through, even though nervousness and anxiety filled both of your bodies nights before those matches.
You didn’t mean to snap at her, your anger just had controlled your body and not your mind.
And right now, you couldn’t see that. All you could see and feel was disappointment.
You disappointed yourself.
You disappointed your team.
You disappointed every fan in the stadium.
You disappointed everybody.
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You fell asleep on the couch, eyes puffy, ice cream melted in the bowl as weird tv shows played. Messages from your family and teammates on your phone - no message from Merle. You felt even more disappointed yet understood due to the circumstances.
She didn’t text you nor did you text her. You didn’t know if you should or even wanted to or if she wanted you to.
The days after the match went by awfully slow and very robotic. For your teammates, it seemed like you didn’t realize the loss yet somehow like you realized the loss too much.
But after a week, when the feeling of missing started to hit, disappointment and guilt fading away step by step, you decided to call Merle. You wanted to make things right. It was Merle after all, the girl: who loved you unconditionally, who kissed your wounds, who believed in you when you couldn’t believe in yourself.
You waited and waited and waited for her to answer until it eventually rang out, she didn’t want to talk to you. Sighing in defeat, you flopped on the couch.
Merle🪄
please call me back
She never responded.
It wasn‘t that she didn’t read it - she did, right after it was sent - yet couldn’t be bothered to answer.
Was this the end?
You checked her instagram - were the pictures with you still up?
They were.
Every time your screen lit up you hoped it would be Merle and each time you got disappointed when you saw that it wasn’t her. What was happening? Why did you have to snap at her?
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It was two days later when Merle finally decided to call you back. It was in the middle of the night, you were at the verge of falling asleep.
Groggily, you picked up the phone, not even looking at the caller id.
"Hello?"
"Hey"
"Merle" your breath hitched, suddenly wide awake. Nothing mattered anymore, it didn’t matter that it was in the middle of the night or that you had training early in the morning. All you cared about was saving your relationship.
Silence held the line until a small whisper came, "you‘ve hurt me-"
"I know"
"Well, you didn’t insult me but I don’t know, snapping at me? I just wanted to comfort you. You promised me-"
"I promised you we would be okay"
"And we are not"
"I want us to be"
The silence that followed was deafening, you felt like this was the moment.
She will break up with me
"Merle?"
silence.
"I‘m sorry, I really am. I didn’t mean to snap at you, everything just came crashing down on me and I know this is no excuse. I was just- I don’t- I’m sorry"
silence.
"I love you"
You had already lost hope before "I love you too" came. "I don’t know why I got so upset at you, I had no right to, you had lost and I understood your emotions, but all I wanted was to comfort you. I‘m sorry that I didn’t give you some space or respected your boundaries. I want us to be okay, too, I really do."
"You do?" you asked surprised.
"Of course, I’m so in love with you, you can’t even imagine"
The biggest smile started to make its way on your face, cheeks flushing red, skin tingle.
"I‘ve missed you"
"I missed you so much"
All the built up feelings from the last week, washed away. There was no guilt or anger due to your mistake in the match, there was no sadness and sulking anymore - all there was, was love and happiness.
The two of you started one of your endless conversations, updating what had happened the last days or upcoming events - Merle purposely avoiding the uwcl final. She wanted you there more than anything but now wasn‘t the right time to bring it up.
The next weeks went by fast, you were back to your usual persona, socializing and cracking jokes as you slowly but surely learned to accept that mistakes happen.
Only one and a half weeks left before the final, the goalkeeper decided to bring it up because she really wanted to see you in the stands as her supporter.
Not thinking about her words, she blurted it out while you were in the middle of your sentence, "i want you to be at the final" she said, the kitchen in her flat suddenly super interesting. What felt like an eternity for her was in fact only a few seconds, your answer so supportive and loving, "yes, of course. Leah, Lia and I already have tickets and our flights are booked"
Your girlfriend stayed silent for a moment, "I was afraid you didn’t want to come" she admitted, cheeks turning red out of embarrassment.
"What? Why? I always want to see you play!" you beamed, "you’re in the champions league final, baby!" You pushed the little sting in your heart away, fully focused on Merle. If you couldn’t win the trophy, none other than your girlfriend should win it. You were her number one fan. So, as soon as things were made up with her - you weren’t sure if she wanted you there when things were complicated between the two of you - you texted in the group chat with Leah and Lia that you‘d join them.
"I thought maybe- I don’t know"
"No, baby. I always want to watch you play, always. And I’m so proud of you, you will win that trophy" you exclaimed, your index finger subconsciously drawing hearts on the couch.
"I love you"
The goalkeeper felt so relieved. With you being in the stands there couldn’t go anything wrong. She would not only try to win that trophy but to impress you.
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"Stop being so jittery" the England captain stated as she rested her hand firmly on your knee to stop it from wobbling.
Already on the way to the stadium you couldn’t shut up about seeing Merle and her team, the atmosphere, FC Barcelona and so on. Somehow you were starstruck and so excited.
"Look! There’s Merle!" you cut the LW‘s off in their conversation, tapping Lia‘s thigh rapidly.
"Yes, we can see her" she chuckled, your eyes shining with hearts. "Isn’t she so pretty" you admired. She looked so stunning in her kit. "You‘re drooling" Leah chipped in, laughing at you when your hand flew to your mouth, checking if there was drool - there wasn‘t.
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"LET‘S GO!!!" you yelled when Ewa Pajor scored the opening goal in the 3rd minute. Green shirts everywhere in the stadium, cheering for their team as they went in the lead. Lia and Leah watched you with an amused look while they held their facial expressions neutral about the game.
"YES!!!" you cheered even louder when the second goal came flying in from Alex Popp - that women an absolute legend with her incredible headers.
The first half Wolfsburg played phenomenally as they created chances, defended and got two goals.
Yet when the second half started everything went downhill. About 5 minutes into the game Patri equalized. The stadium started to roar, the Wolfsburg players looking helpless.
Though, you had to admit that it was brilliantly played from Barcelona, even though you felt bad for Merle as she conceded two goals within two minutes.
Every minute that went by from then on, the game got more intense and physically. Fouls and cards were called out, every player on the pitch wanting to win.
When Rolfö scored in the 70th, you slumped back in your chair, grumbling about the game. How was Merle supposed to save that? She stood no chance!
You had a feeling that it was the last goal you would see off the game. And it was confirmed around 30+ mins later when the referee blew her whistle.
Devastated, you watched as the players in green collapsed on the floor, all of them crying or at least with tears in their eyes yet your eyes glued on the goalkeeper in blue. She must feel horrible - a feeling you knew better than anyone.
In all honesty, Merle wasn‘t to blame for the loss and neither were her teammates - their performance was great, just not enough in the end.
Like in trance, the german international made her way over to you - she needed your comfort. She needed your hugs, your touch and your love. She just needed you.
"Hey" she mumbled as she stood in front of you, her teammates also near her as you sat in the family and friends section.
"Come here" you opened your arms, the girl hugging you as if her life deepened on it, sobbing in the crook of your neck. You hand cradled her head while the other one rubbed her back in a calming and gentle manner. "I‘m proud of you" you whispered, sweetly kissing her temple before you let cry as long as she needed in your shoulder.
After sweet nothings and a long hug, she stepped back, looking at you with doe eyes, "i‘m sorry I couldn’t win."
Your hands cupped her cheeks as your thumbs wiped away the tears, "I love you" you couldn’t say anything else, it would have been wrong to say 'you played great' even though she was blaming herself for the loss right now. Instead you stood on your tip toes, pressing your lips against her left cheek, then right cheek before finally her mouth which resulted in a little smile. It was a kiss so gentle and tender, healing and caring, loving and promising. But most importantly - it was your kiss.
So, in the end, sadly, neither of you won the trophy but the comfort you had in each other seemed like a win in a loss.
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soccer-love · 9 months
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Baby girl
Merle Frohms x reader 
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“Then let's start then.” our trainer Tommy says and I feel like I just woke up as I get up from my place in the looker room. 
Even during the time he explained what we will do in todays session, I almost feel asleep. 
I follow Feli outside and we start doing our warm ups.
Normally I am one of the last ones to get off the field but this time I cant wait until the session is over and I can go. 
Usually we have about 60 to 90 minutes of training, depending on the weather and if we have games the day after or before, but after 40 minutes it starts raining so Tommy stops the training after about 55 minutes. 
Everyone tries to get inside as quick as possible but I sit down at the floor and take a few deep breaths. 
“Hey, Y/N are you okay?” I hear someone saying and Merle comes up behind me, handing me her water bottle. 
“Yeah I am just tired.” I say and take a sip before giving it back, Merle offers me a hand and helps me to get up. 
“Did I hurt you with that last action?” she asks and I shake my head, we where doing a little game during the last minutes and Merle accidentally tackled me down while trying to get the ball. 
“No, I am okay really.” I say and we enter the locker room, I take a shower and almost fall asleep again while standing underneath the hot stream. 
Everyone was dirty form the training in the rain and looks a little bit tired but I am probably the badest looking person right now.  
I look like a zombie. 
It takes me what feels like eternity, to put on my cloths and I barley cant keep my eyes open. 
At the exit I walk into Merle, she smiles at me, before looking outside where it's still raining. 
“Can I give you a ride?” she asks, knowing that I normally ride my bike here. 
“Uh sure.” I answer and we run over to her car. 
It’s not a long drive, but the sound of the rain against the windshield and the soft shaking of the car, makes me fall asleep even I try to fight against it. 
“Y/N?” I feel someone softly shaking my arm and slowly open my eyes, I am still in the passengers seat but the rain stoped and we are standing outside my apartment building. 
“Sorry, I...” I sit up and grab my bag from my feet but Merle holds me back. 
“Hey, you know that I know you sine we startet playing in the U-17 together, and lately you are not at your usual best, you look tired like you haven't slept in a week.” she says, giving me a worried look. 
“I am fine.” 
“Seriously, I know you're not, what is up with you?” 
I look down before taking a deep breath. 
“You know my sister?” I ask and she nods. 
“She lives with you, to support you with your baby, right?” 
Five months ago, I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl, Sophia. Her father was never really in the picture and my sister moved in with me so that I wouldn't have to give-up  my career. 
“Yeah but she moved back to Chicago where she works a couple of weeks ago, I have someone to watch over her and when I we have games my mom come here but...” I stop because I don't want to say anything bad about the person I love the most. 
“the nights are hard, she normally needs to be feed two to three times and then she needs at least half an hour to fall back asleep and I think she really misses her aunt.” 
Merle grabs my hand and smiles at me. 
“I think I have an idea, how about I come by in like an hour, make you two some dinner, you can take a relaxing bath and then I stay the night to help you.” 
“You...no you need to sleep-” 
“Y/N, I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't want to do it.” 
I know that there is no point in discussing with her, Merle is a really strong minded person and won't give up so easily. 
“Okay.” I say and grab my back. 
“See you later Y/N.”
“See ya.” I say goodbye as I get out of the car. 
I have to nannys wich take turns to watch over Sophia during the day and sometimes for the evenings. Sometimes I feel really bad about it that I leave my baby alone this much but I’m not ready to retire yet. 
I cuddle a little bit with my daughter and fall asleep for a couple of minutes before I clean the living room a little bit up. 
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“Welcome back.” I say as Merle comes back, a bag with stuff in her hand. 
“Good evening to you too.” she answers laughing, following me inside. 
She notices Sophia laying on her favorite blanked on the floor next to the couch, a stuffed dolphin in her hand. 
Like almost everyone Merle met my little girl many times, she was actually the first one to visit me after I gave birth. 
“Hey there, how are you sweetie?” she talks to Sophia sitting down next to her. 
“Can I?” she asks, reaching her hands out to Sophia, wanting my permission to pick her up. 
“Of curse.” I say and she takes her in her arms, smiling down at her. 
I feel my heart beating a little bit faster and I don't know if it's because of Sophia or Merle or both of them together. 
“So little one are you more a spaghetti and meatballs girl or a spaghetti bolognese girl?” she asks before looking up at me. 
“Definitiv a spaghetti bolognese girl.” I answer and Merle laughs, she grabs her bag with one hand and walks into the kitchen. 
“Can I help you with anything?” 
“You can take this beautiful girl from me because I eat her up, she's just so cute and maybe set up the table, I’ll do the rest.” Merle demands and I nod, taking Sophia from her. 
I set the table and then just watch Merle cooking, getting lost in my thoughts. 
The way she cooks is the same way she plays soccer. 
With passion and love. 
I cant help but stare at her hands, watching them cutting onions and stir in the pot with the sauce. 
These hands are thousands maybe millions of dollars worth. 
And then I realize how lucky I am, 
One of the best goalkeepers in the world, is standing in my kitchen. 
Sometimes I have these moments where I realize that I am surrounded by stars, that my friends are famous. 
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say that no one knows me but I am defiantly not as known as they are. 
My mom is German and my Dad Norwegian, I grew up in Oslo and also play for the Norwegian National Team and many people in my home country know us. 
I look down at Sophia who is still laying in my arms, looking at Merle completely stunned. 
And I really understand her, Merle is so extremely beautiful and she just has this vibe that you have to love her.
“I think dinner is ready.” Merle says and looks over to us. 
She fills our plates and brings them over while I sit down, with holding almost asleep Sophia in my left arm. 
“You now I think you are really strong for being a professional soccer player and raising a child at the same time.” she says as I take the first bite of the food.
“Wow, this is so good.” she laughs and I think I just feel a little in love with this pasta. 
“And thanks but I didn't really have a choice, don't get me wrong I love my little girl to pieces but I was definitely not ready to give up my career.” I explain and Merle nods. 
We eat our dinner and after that Merle practically forces me to go and take a relaxing bath while she takes care of Sophia. 
“You know that you just could tell me that I smell.” I joke, making Merle roll her eyes. 
“Believe me you smell wonderful.” she says pushing me towards the bathroom. 
To be honest it is really great not to have to worry about doing the dishes after dinner or that I have to put Sophia to bed. 
After the bath I get dressed in some shorts and one of my VFL shirts and when I  exit the bathroom, the living room and kitchen is empty and I see a small light coming from my bedroom. 
I walk over and see Sophia laying in her bed that is next to mine and also open to this side so I have easy access to her during the night and she doesn't feel like being speratet from me. 
Sophia is laying on her side, holding onto the collar of Merles shirt with her tiny hands. While Merle is fast asleep next to her, wearing the same shirt that I have, she must have got changed while I was laying in the bathtub. 
I grab a blanket from my dresser and softy place it over her, she looks so peaceful while sleeping. 
As quiet as possible I lay down next to her and pull another blanked over myself before turning of the lights. 
Sunlight is falling over us as I wake up again, I must have turned around in my sleep and I a arm over me, only then I realize that there is a body behind me, really really close to mine. 
I smile against the wall and feel Merle pulling me closer, her warm breath hits my neck and I think I feel safer than I ever did before. 
As I wake up again, she is gone but as I turn around I see her standing next to the bed, Sophia in her arms as she is feeding her with a bottle. 
“Look who is awake.” Merle says and I smile at them. 
“I didn’t even hear her crying.” I sit up and undo my hair tie, letting them fall over my shoulders, 
“Oh she wasn't, she slept through the night and when I woke up earlier she was just a little whine so I got up and made her a bottle.” 
“I cant believe it.” I say and look at my daughter. 
“Last night you woke me up four times and now you just learned to sleep the whole night.” I add and Merle laughs. 
“Maybe she was relaxed because she felt that you are.” 
I node and get up, kissing Sophia on the cheek and I almost kiss Merle too but I can hold my self back. 
We have breakfast together and spend the morning together before Merle has to leave because of goalie training. 
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After this night, it becomes a habit that she comes over almost every day. Sometimes she even stays for the night, sleeping with my in my bed, but since Sophia started sleeping through the nights I am also more awake during the day. 
Often we end up cuddled together in the morning and I feel myself falling over her more every day. 
I mean I already had a small crush on her but now I really know that it is more than that. 
She makes me feel safe and her arms feel like home to me. 
We always were roommates for our away games but since she's staying at my apartment more often it kind of feels different. 
Even there we wake up close together and I don't know if I am imagining it but I feel like there is sometimes this tension between us, like when we are sitting close together on our beds, or when we are doing weight lifting together. 
But I am not sure if it is really there. 
And I don't want to talk about it with her because I don't want to loose her, it would break my heart and probably Sophias too. 
I love the way she acts with my daughter, she is just so kind hearted and a real angel. 
Oh fuck i am so damn in love with her....
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wobvfl · 8 months
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Here you have a gerwnt distraction from all the Norway drama!! 😭
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nooneinparticularr · 2 months
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Born for this season 2 (subbed)
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First part that I had to cut from the video (ep3) due to copyrights, starts at 41:43, second video continues where this one cuts off
Sorry for any spelling or translation errors🫣
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teamhardersson · 3 months
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Scene from "Born for this" between Merle Frohms and Nicole Anyomi (translation below the video):
Merle Frohms: "Everything alright? What's wrong?"
Nicole Anyomi: "I can't play."
Merle: "Hamstring?"
Nicole: "No, my foot."
Merle: "Shit"
Nicole: "Every fucking step."
Merle: "You need a hug? It's all good. Don't worry."
Nicole: "Every time!"
Merle: "Nici, it's a friendly game. How bad would it be if you got seriously injured today? Okay? Switch off! You can be sad afterwards, but now we need you as well. Okay? It's a friendly game, Nici."
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wosobullshit · 4 months
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MERLE SUPPORTING NICI | born for this s2 e2
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glimmerofawesome · 9 months
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pajorko · 2 years
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The new Frauen Bundesliga promo is the most unintentionally funny thing
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My girls 😍
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katelynnwrites · 7 months
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i swear that this is still my favourite video in my camera roll
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jerriemofos · 3 months
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Since its the January transfer window, i'll be talking about players that i would love to see at Arsenal!
Obviously, with the registered players being at the max, it's not realistic for new signings to come in this window. So these are players that i think will massively improve our squad in the summer especially if we do want to make it far in the uwcl and win the wsl!
Also, i would like to make another post about players that i will not be opposed to leaving in the summer to get better players in 🤔 but idt yall are ready for that conversation yet
1) Maëlle Lakrar
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Amazing young defender, very attacking minded, fits in the playstyle of how jonas wants our defenders to be
Hard worker, loves to get interceptions in, 1v1 duels to win the ball back (i love defenders like this)
Tactically intelligent, able to get into good positions to intercept players and loves to progress the ball forward to quickly transition into attack
At 170cm, she handles aerial duels well and can be used as a threat in set pieces
Quite pacey and can handle speedy forwards when in transition
A lot of big clubs have already started enquiring about her as her contract ends in 2024, would be a shame if Arsenal lose her to a big rival.
2) Sakina Karchaoui
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One of the best left-footed fullbacks in the world right now, very attacking minded defender, which again is how jonas loves our defenders to be
Only 160cm but what she lacks in height, she makes up for in work ethic, loves to be higher up the pitch to get involved in attacks but tracks back well to defend when caught in transition
Loves to get interceptions in, 1v1 duels to win the ball back, often both having a high rate of success
Same as Maëlle, her contract ends in 2024 and the opportunity to get a worldclass fullback on a free should not be missed. She will be a massive upgrade on Arsenal's left-back position.
3) Chiamaka Nnadozie
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Goalkeepers are a harder one to judge because you cannot rely on stats, so this analysis is based on eye tests
At 23 years old, one of the best young goalkeepers in the world right now
180cm, an excellent height for a gk
Had an amazing WWC23 run as a starter for Nigeria
Currently, also having an amazing uwcl run with Paris FC
Very impressive aerial abilities for a young keeper (imo can be considered worldclass)
Great outside the box, able to play out from the back effectively
Although at times her decision making can be better, but with the right coaching, she's on her way to be a worldclass gk
Amazing gk for both Paric FC and Nigeria at only 23 years old, why not snatch her up? (if you can't beat her, buy her)
4) Angel Mukasa
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21 years old, still needs more experience but at her age, shes phenomenal
No data on her height but from eye tests, probably around 170-180cm
Excellent shot-stopping
Great positioning, never caught out of focus
Her distribution is a stand out trait, amazing at her age
Great composure, doesn't make rash decisions in stress
In the uwcl against barca femení, if it weren't for her, FC Rosengård would've conceded more than 7 goals, she was phenomenal in that game
Not my choice for a starting keeper but would be an excellent 2nd keeper until she gains enough experience to be 1st choice
5) Kerolin Nicoli
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NWSL MVP 2023, NWSL Best XI First Team 2023, Runner up for NWSL Golden Boot 2023 (what more can i say 🤷🏽‍♀️ she's a baller)
Lethal in the attacking third, loves 1v1 duels, excellent dribbling
Unselfish player, will pass to a teammate if needed but also loves taking shots at goal too
Right-footed player but is excellent at the left
Versatile player, can play on the left and right (as a winger or midfielder), up top but also as a CM
Not much else to say except that she will be lethal in Arsenal's left hand side. Just imagine Karchaoui, McCabe and Kerolin on our left 😮‍💨
Other players that i will love at Arsenal but too unrealistic:
Naomi Girma
Merle Frohms
Misa Rodriguez
Stina Johannes
Antônia Silva
Jule Brand
Morgan Weaver
Ary Borges
Anyways, if you've actually read the whole thing, thanks! I'm quite disappointed with the lack of movements in this window so i've decided to write it here.
Do you agree with this list? Any other players that you will like to see at Arsenal as well? Lemme know i would love to here you thoughts! (pls refrain from hateful words, if you don't like this list at all. criticism is fine but keep it civil)
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akasmileygirl · 9 months
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Laura Freigang on Merle Frohms:
"It always looks extremely good, too. And now, with the white jersey, she's flying on another level. An angel glides through the box and saves us all from conceding a goal."
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soccer-love · 1 year
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Underneath the Mistletoe
Felicitas Rauch x female reader
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Song recommendation: Somewhere in my memory - John Williams 
“Hey Y/N.” Pauli greets me as I walk in and Pia next to her passes me a cup of spiced wine. 
“Hey guys.” I answer, it’s the Christmas party of the team and I’m not sure if I like it or hate it. 
Don't get me wrong I love my team, but we decided to do Secret Santa this year and I’m not sure if the person I got will like my gift. 
I walk around, chat with some of my team mates, someone brought a guitar and at the end of the night everyone is sitting somewhere and sining along to Christmas songs.
We exchange the gifts at the end of the night, when it's almost midnight, I get a red hoodie with the words “Feel free the kiss me underneath the mistletoe” on it and a red Santa clause hat. 
They force me to wear both of it but when we’re finished with opening gifts I’m not the only one with a Christmas sweater. 
After that, most people start to leave and I get up too. 
“Hey, Feli can you bring me my jacket too?” Pia calls out as I realize Feli is following me into the back room where everyone left there stuff. 
“Sure.” she says and gives me a smile while walking past me. 
“I like your sweater.” Feli says as she grabs her jacket and I laugh. 
“Thanks.” I answer, stepping closer and waiting next to her as she searches for Pia’s jacket, clearly struggling to find it. 
“But I’m sure that I’m never gonna stand underneath a mistletoe so..” I trail off, her smile grows a little bit bigger as she looks up. 
“I wouldn't be so sure about that.” She says, I follow her look and see there's a mistletoe hanging above us. 
Like in some cheesy Christmas movie. 
“Who did this?” I ask and smile. 
“I’m pretty sure some of them.” she says, nodding towards the door to the other room. 
“Why would they do this?” 
“Because then I would finally have an excuse to kiss you.” Feli whispers, stepping closer. 
She takes my hand in hers and as she realizes that I’m not pulling back or trying to stop her, she knows, without me saying it, that she has my full consent. 
Her eyes flicker to my lips but within seconds they're back at my eyes as we both lean in. 
I close my eyes, and then finally, after what feels like hours, I feel her lips touching mine. 
Slowly, gentle and a little bit shy, she kisses me. 
I’m not sure how to describe what it feels like to kiss her, but its defiantly the best feeling in the world. 
It's like the silence around us explodes and a world of colors appears before my closed eyes. 
Like nothing else matters right now. 
Like we’re the only two people left on earth in this moment. 
Like every thought in my brain is cut out and replaced with her. 
With the feelings of her lips on mine. 
When we pull apart, gasping for air, I try to tell you what I feel right now, how I feel about her, my brain fails to string any words together, so I just lean my forehead against hers. 
Our hands are still clasped together, and honestly I don't want to let go of her. 
“Felicitas.” I say, because my brain is still not working, but also because I like the way her name sounds. 
I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her back, hoping that my kiss will tell her what I’m feeling. Because I’m not able to find the right words to say it. 
Her hand finds my cheek and as she softly rubs her thumb over my cheek bone I feel my knees getting weak. 
I never knew that my body would react that way to a kiss. 
“I’m....you’re....just wow.” Feli says as we brake apart, clearly not being able to form a normal sentence too. 
“Yeah.” I answer and she nods, knowing what I mean. 
“I have no idea what to say.” 
“What about, Y/N I’m completely and hopelessly in love with you since I meet you two years ago for the first time.” My first instinct is to take a step back, as I hear Pia’s voice, but Feli quickly wraps an arm around me like she wants to protect me from everything that could possible happen. 
Pia, Pauli, Jo and Merle are leaning in the door, each of them with a big smile on their face. 
And I’m pretty sure that one of them, put the mistletoe here. 
“You guys were this.” Feli says, like she exactly knows what I was thinking. 
“Yes, because I’m tired of hearing you talking every day about how much you’re in love with Y7N.” Pia says and adds a “Sorry buddy.”
“Yeah and I hate it when you get completely lost every time you notice Feli watching you when we have goalkeeper training.” Merle says. And yeah maybe she's right with the fact that my brain gets completely empty every time I see her watching us train. 
“Could you go away, so I can ask her to go out with me, without everyone listing, please?” Feli begs and somehow they go and leave us alone. 
“Y/N, would you-” 
“Yes.” I cut her off, a big smile on my face. 
“You don't even know what I was going to ask.” she laughs and I feel my cheeks getting red. 
“What were you going to ask?” 
“Date...I mean do you want to go on a date...with me.” she says, it’s really cute to see her so nervous. 
“I would love to.” 
The smile on her face gets bigger, I lover her smile. 
“We should go, before they come back and annoy us even more.” she suggests and I nod. 
“Hey, Feli.” I say as she's about to turn around. 
“Yes?” 
“You know, we’re still standing underneath a mistletoe.” 
She understands what I want and puts her hand in my neck, pulling me closer. 
We kiss again, but this time, there are more feelings involved. Her hand in my neck, pulling me against her, the feeling of her soft lips against mine. 
I know that I never want to stop kissing her, never ever in my life.
“Do you want a ride home?” she asks, as we brake apart, but only a couple of inches. 
“Yes.” 
We put on our coats and she gives me a smile, 
As we walk out of the room, our last four remaining team mates stand there, looking at us expectantly. 
“You guy are waiting for something?” Feli asks, having her usual coolness again. 
“Did you ask her?” Pia answers. 
“About her plans for Christmas? No not yet.” Feli answers, even though she knows what Pia meant. 
“Anyway, I’m going home, you wanna come too?” she adds. 
Pia nods and we go outside, towards the parking loot. 
The others following us, Merle pulls me aside. 
“Do you may wanna tell me anything?” 
“She asked me to go on a date with her.” I say. 
“What did you answer?”
“Yes, obviously.” 
Merle throws her fist in the air and I roll my eyes, but smile. I like that she's so happy for me. 
“Jo had the idea with the mistletoe.” Merle explains as were almost at the parking lot. 
“Yeah, we thought about something like that.” 
“Good luck on your date, tell me if you need anything.” Merle says as we stop at her car, she gives me a hug and I thank her. 
In the one year of playing together in Wolfsburg and two years in the National team, she became one of my best friends. And she is or was one of the only people who knew about my crush on Feli. 
Since Pia and Feli live together, they also drove her together. 
Pia gets into the backseat while I sit next to Feli in the passenger seat. 
As they drop my off at my apartment, Feli gets out of the car too and brings me to the door. 
“Good night, Y/N.” she says, softly grabbing my hand. 
“Good night, Felicitas.” I say and notice her smiling because normally no one uses her full name. 
She leans forward and kisses my cheek, and as she gives me one last smile and turns away to walk back to her car, I feel like I’m going to faint. 
Yes we’re not a couple. 
And we didn't talk about what we feel for each other. 
We didn't even had our first date yet. 
But I feel like....no actually I know that this is the beginning of something great. 
Something wonderful, magical. 
This is the beginning of us. 
The beginning of Y/N and Feli. 
The beginning of our Love story. 
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nooneinparticularr · 2 months
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Born for this - Mehr als Fußball (subbed)
Season 2 Episode 4
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Sorry for any and all translation-, spelling- and punctuation errors. 🫣
Had to cut out two parts of the video due to FIFA copyright whatever
Copyright Gap 1 starts at 06:04 (part 1👇, part 2 and part 3)
Copyright Gap 2 starts at 20:55, I think (part 1, part 2 and part 3)
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teamhardersson · 3 months
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Sydney knows football. 👏🏼
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