#the fa cup

[thefuturemrssamkerr]

The FA Cup Final

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“What time are you going to be at the game?”

You glanced over at your wife, Sam, as she sat on her side of your shared bed as the two of you got ready for bed that evening.

You placed your phone on the bedside table and when you finished setting up an alarm, you crawled over to her and laid your head on her shoulder. “— it starts at two thirty, right?”

When you saw her nod her head, you continued on speaking. “So me and Joey will try and aim to get to Wembley just before two, so we can see the warm up.”

Joey was you and Sam’s almost three year old son. You had decided to go through with your IVF journey just after your honeymoon to the Maldives.

The first two rounds failed but in the third round, you got pregnant with your son and your lives have been the happiest of days ever since he graced the planet.

Third time lucky some may say.

You had decided to name him Joey Albert Kerr.

When you were pregnant, your wife had always called him her little Joey, due to her home country.

When you found out that you were having a little boy, Sam would call him her little Joey, her little kangaroo.

So when he was born, and you both saw his perfect little face for the first time, the name Joey, simply stuck.

“You’ll be cheering me on,”Sam nudged her face closer to yours lips brushing against the cupid's bow on your face. “Right?”

You smirked as you pressed a kiss to her lips. “— we’ll be yelling the loudest, you won’t be able to miss us.”

Sam had left early in the morning to head to the pick up point where the other team members would be getting picked up, so that meant you were stuck with getting Joey ready.

After his morning bath, the two of you were now sitting in his room, on the carpeted floor in front of his wardrobe as you got him changed into his football kit.

“Alright, arms up, lovie,”You held the shirt in your hands as you watched him lift his arms up above his head, and slipped the shirt over his head smoothly.

Once the shirt was situated on his body, you smoothed down his brown hair that had become slightly dishevelled due to the friction of the shirt.

You pulled the little boy onto your lap, and pressed a few kisses to his baby chin cheeks, emitting laughs from his lips.

He was clad in wearing a kiss version of the Chelsea kit, the shorts, the socks and even some toddler football boots.

Instead of having his name on the back of the , he had ‘𝙼𝚄𝙼𝙼𝚈’ and number ‘𝟸𝟶’ on the back.

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You had arrived at Wembley just before two o'clock like you promised your wife and was escorted to the family stand where everyone else’s friends and loved ones were sitting.

Throughout the entire game, your nerves were skyrocketing.

Manchester United were definitely the better team, they had scored goals in the first minute but it had thankfully been disallowed for being offside which meant a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Overall, the Red Devils had been the better team.

Twenty minutes into the first half, little Joey had fallen asleep on the lap of one of his moms teammates.

Millie Bright was the chosen lap.

He had little ear protectors over his ears, and his thumb was in his mouth, a habit that you and the misses definitely needed to break soon.

He had stayed asleep right up until the 60th minute, and had woken up to see his mommy score in the 68th minute.

Joey was sitting on your lap when Sam hit the back of the net, you jumped up in your seat, holding him on your hip as you jumped up and down on the floor, cheering, he was cheering as well, head thrown back as he pointed at the field.

“Flip, mama,”Joey pointed to the field where he watched his mum perform a backflip, her signature celebration for occasions like this. “— mama, flip!”

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Chelsea were officially three time FA Cup champions.

When the final whistle had been blown, the Chelsea fans were in hysterics at the final result, cheers coming from every direction as they all jumped with joy.

When the trophy celebration was taking place, all the family of the team had been escorted to the pitch, so that they could celebrate the victory as a family.

Your feet hit the pitch, and you were walking over to Guro Reiten when the toddler in your arms startled squirming to get down.

You settled him down on the floor, and watched as he began running off in the other direction, you squint your eyes but smiled hugely when you saw who he was running to.

His mommy.

“Mommy!”

Sam turned round upon hearing the voice of her little one and crouched down when she saw him running to her.

She accepted him in her arms and settled him on her hip as she pressed butterfly kisses to the top of his nose over and over again. “— m’little kangaroo!”

“You won, mommy!”Joey cheered, wrapping his arms around her neck and hugging her tightly.

Sam laughed, and hugged him just as tight. “I did, did you see mommy do her flip?”

You approached the conversation when you heard her ask the question and used your left hand to push some of her brown hair away from her face that had become dishevelled during the game.

“He most certainly did see you do the flip,”you nodded your head, resting your head on the shoulder of your wife. “— it was his favourite part,”

Sam smiled and turned around so that you were facing each other.

She unwrapped an arm that was resting around your son to take ahold of your hand. “You know what my favourite part was?”

“No?”you tilted your head to the side, watching as she smirked at you lovingly.

“Seeing the two of you in the stands, cheering me on,”She answered, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. “— it made me love the two of you even more, which I didn’t think was possible.”

God, you were lucky to have her.

[richmondtillidie]

Ted Lasso Season 3 out of context

[fitstud]

Soccer time ⚽

[museszm]

Stina Blackstenius ❤️‍🔥 they’re winning this for Frida

[thewales-family]

The Prince of Wales, President of the Football Association, and Prince George of Wales attend the Emirates FA Cup Final match between Manchester City and Manchester United, at Wembley Stadium in London, England -May 25th 2024.

[kundayy]

Pep Guardiola, Ruben Dias｜Tottenham Hotspur vs Manchester City

City won the game but Pep's lesson time is still ongoing.

[kingoftieland]

The Ted Lasso cast TRICKED a reporter into believing Dani Rojas was REAL! 😵‍💫

[sccpmccabe]

We need to talk about the neglect of women's football.

First of all, it's nothing new that the lack of VAR in women's leagues is a big problem. We have witnessed several controversial moves or very clear situations that are no longer effectively observed and/or punished due to the lack of technology on the field. Once again, women's football loses out due to the mentality of leagues and federations that before having access to a basic tool like VAR, athletes need to prove their worth in order to gain a basic right.

Another thing we are tired of talking about is the exhausting schedule of competitions, many games in a row and almost no time for rest and recovery for the athletes. This crazy schedule has already taken many things away from many players, we have several cases of total ACL rupture in different leagues due to this lack of care from organizations towards clubs and especially towards athletes.

This morning it was reported that the Brazilian team's starting goalkeeper (Lelê) tore her ACL in the last training session that Corinthians did before the start of the season – which took place today –. And speaking of this game, I can mention another big mistake in organizing the games considering that the match was played at 10:30 in the morning with a thermal sensation of 39°C (103°F) and a scorching sun due to the Brazilian summer. This is completely cruel to the athletes who not only just returned to play, but returned in such terrible conditions. By putting a team to play in these conditions you expose your players to various possibilities such as dehydration, sun exposure, skin burns, loss of physical conditioning, exhaustion and several others that I prefer not to mention.

Situations like this make me sick and someone needs to do something about it. It can't continue like this.

[trentisms]

danns and trent during full time <3

[lhpics7]

NOTHING FILLS MY HEART LIKE SEEING THEM HAPPY I LOVE THIS TEAM SO MUCH 😭❤️

[effervescentdragon]

talk to me of what this game still means throughout these northern lands

or: Manchester United wins FA Cup Final against Manchester City, 25/05/24.

sources: x x x x x

[wileys-russo]

2-0 for United before HT?! Oh you couldn’t script this

[maiba]

🏆❤👹

[leonsliga]

Los argentinos 🇦🇷❤️

[blondie20000]

Champion - Jack Grealish x Reader

Set after the UCL final.

Manchester City have won the Premier League.

Manchester City have won the FA Cup.

Manchester City have won the Champions League.

Manchester have completed the treble. They did it!

This event was historic not only have they become one of the clubs to complete the treble but also they have won the Champions League for the first time in the club's history.

It was an event that deserved to be celebrated.

When the final whistle went off Jack cried out with happiness. He collapsed on the ground and the tears flowed down his cheeks. His team mates came over and hugged him.

You felt your own tears fall as you watched Jack being interviewed shortly after.

"This is what I have worked for my whole life!" He said his voice cracking with emotion.

Once the interview was done you ran on to the pitch and went straight into Jack's arms. You hugged him, kissed him and congratulated him on the win. Jack couldn't speak instead he broke down in your arms and cried again. You rubbed his back and waited for him to get his emotions under control. Eventually Jack takes a deep breath and calms down.

"I can't believe we did it." He said with disbelief in his voice.

You brush his tears away with your thumb.

"I knew you would do it." You said with a nod. "I believed you I believed in all of you."

Jack presses his head against yours. You can feel his body trembling slightly against yours.

"God I..." Jack shakes his head. "I can't..."

"Shh."

You gently wrap your arm around him. You can see the tears forming in his eyes again. Jack is a sensitive soul, he gets emotional easily. You can still remember how nervous he was last night anxiously pacing up and down their room.

"What if I mess up? What if we lose cuz of me."

"Jack."

"I nearly cost us the FA Cup!"

You can still remember the look he gave you when he said that. The fear and guilt in his eyes was heartbreaking to look at. You assured him it wasn't his fault but Jack wouldn't let it go.

"If it wasn't for Gundo...Argh fuck!"

"Jack!"

You had be his rock last night. You had to give him the strength he so desperately needed.

Here now you had to be his rock again you knew in time Jack will break down again. You held on to him tight as you led him off the pitch. You took him somewhere private where he can compose himself and relax.

"I'm sorry." He shakes his head. "I must sound like a right wuss."

"Never." You kiss him on the cheek and run your fingers through his hair. "That's one thing you are not."

Jack blows out a sigh. He sits back and runs a hand down his face.

"Okay." He nods. "I think the water tank is empty now."

You laughed at that.

He brings his hand to your cheek and smiles.

"Thank you."

You smile back. Eventually you clear your throat.

"Shall we join the others?"

"Yeah we better they will wonder where we have gone."

"With you anything is possible." You chuckled.

"Hey I'm not that bad."

"Hmm." You tapped your chin and grinned.

Then laughter comes out of you as you run out of the room with Jack chasing you from behind.

.........

The Man City players all gathered around with their family and friends in the hotel to party all night long.

Jack stood on one of the tables with a beer in one hand and a microphone in the other.

"YOU'RE MY WONDER-WALL!" He sang loudly.

You chuckled. Jack was off key as usual. Despite singing terribly You enjoyed his performances. You loved the way his eyes lit up when the song came on, the way his smile grew as he reached the chorus and the way he threw his arms out as he hit the high notes the sight of it was both amusing and cute.

"Hey Y/N!" He reaches out towards You. "Come up here and sing with me."

You shook your head.

"I'm good."

Jack wouldn't let it go that easily. He leans forward slightly. He nearly fell of the table but Walker managed to grab him and pull him back up.

"Easy there mate." Walker said with amusement in his eyes.

"I wasn't going to fall." Jack waves his arms. "I had it all under control."

"Sure." Stones laughed as he sipped his beer.

"This one here is a menace." Haaland says as he gestures to your boyfriend.

"Ya think we are going to need some bodyguards for him. Make sure he stays out of trouble." Walker grinned.

"Well Haaland is tall enough." Stones nodded.

"And Walker is fast enough." Haaland grinned back.

"Ah sorry mate babysitting is not for me." Walker replied.

"I thought the job role was a bodyguard." You laughed.

"You did say that." Stones laughed along with you.

"They are the same." Walker argued.

"Hmm..." Everyone looked at each other. "...Na."

You and the footballers laughed. Meanwhile Jack carefully climbs off the table. He walks up to you with the microphone still in his hand.

"One song...Please?"

He gave you his best puppy eyes expression. You groaned. You could never say no to that face.

"Fine one song."

He smiles and takes your hand. Haaland helps you on the table. The song comes on. A cheesy song in fact. You again groaned but Jack happily puts his arm around you and begins to sing. You joined in with him. You both screamed when you reached the chorus. Everyone responded with a cheer and a clap as we finished the song.

Jack jumps off the table and opens his arms out to you.

"I won't let you fall." He promised you.

"I'll be here just in case." Stones joked as he joined his team mate.

You hesitated for a few moments. Then you said.

"Fuck it!"

You jump off the table. Jack catches you and spins you around. You squealed in delight as Jack went faster and faster. Seconds later he stops and gently puts you down. He then leans forward and kisses you on the lips.

That earned a few whistles from the players.

"Oi get a room you two!" Walker yelled.

You scoffed at that. Jack turns to his team mate and grins.

"I think I will."

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As soon as the door to your room was closed Jack immediately had his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately. The hunger he had for you all came pouring out into the kiss. You respond and kiss him back. Then you raise your hand and stop him.

"Wait." You gesture to his body. "Take off your shirt."

His lips tug upwards into a smirk.

"So we are playing that game huh?"

You smirked at him.

"It's a surprise."

He raises his eyebrow at that.

"Oh."

He removes his shirt.

"Now give it to me."

He tosses the shirt over to you.

"Wait here I'll just be a sec."

You go in the bathroom and close the door.

Jack sits on the bed and waits for you. A few minutes later you come out. When Jack's eyes go on you he gasps.

"You are wearing my shirt?"

You walk slowly over to him. You sway your hips in a seductive way.

"I am." You lean forward and whisper in his ear. "And I have nothing under it."

Jack held his breath as your words hit him.

"Now." You grin at him. "I want you to fuck me in the shirt you wore playing for your club the shirt you wore in the final. I want you to fuck me right here right now."

Something snapped in Jack then. He didn't need to be told twice.

You squealed as Jack grabs you by the waist and lies you down on the bed.

Shortly after Jack quickly removes the rest of his clothes and joins you on the bed. You open your legs out for him. A growl escapes Jack's throat as he eyes you up and down.

"Blue suits you." He says. He goes under the shirt and caresses your breasts. "Really really suits you."

"I know." You replied sounding smug.

Seconds later you gasp as Jack's tongue enters you. He licks you up and down. He sucks on your folds. His tongue rolls around your entrance all the way up to your thighs. He continued to do that until he reached the bottom of your belly.

"You taste so sweet." He kisses your belly button and smiles. "I can't get enough of it."

It wasn't long before Jack was back down there teasing you again.

"Fuck!" You cursed as he hit a sensitive spot.

That only encouraged him to push his tongue in even further. Each stroke sent a a jolt of electricity through you. You wanted to bring your legs in but Jack's board shoulders stopped you from doing that. So you bit your lip and shuddered as Jack fucked you with his tongue.

His wet tongue brushing against your warm sweaty skin made you groan and you found yourself begging for more.

"Argh Jack!"

But Jack declined your request. He removes his tongue and goes back on top of you again. You whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Now." He said his voice stern. "Turn over."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Turn over?"

"I want to see my name."

His eyes are darken and his hands are clenched tight. You saw sweat already starting to form on his brow. Right now Jack looked like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. You thought that was so fucking hot.

"Sure sweetie." You teased him.

You grin as you roll on to your back. Jack caresses your bum and your thighs. He teased your entrance as he kissed your neck. You then felt his fingers trailing along the letters on the back of the shirt.

"You know what this says?" He asks.

"I do." You answered.

"What does it say?"

"Grealish."

Jack presses himself against you.

"And what's my name?" He asked his voice husky.

"Jack Grealish."

"And what am I?" He asked his accent becoming more board and heavy. You almost lost control by it.

"Y/N?"

"A champion! " You said with a sharp intake of breath. "You are a champion! "

You can feel the smirk growing on his face.

"You are right I am a champion. Hearing those words from you... that sounded so fucking good!"

You can feel his dick pressing up against your ass now. He is hard.

You smirked at that.

"Say it again." He ordered.

"A champion."

He growled at that. The growl sent a wave of goosebumps through you.

Damm!

"You know what this champion is going to do? This champion is going to fuck you until you wouldn't be able to stand."

You tensed up at that. The feeling of excitement started to rise inside you.

Suddenly you gasp as he goes inside you. He completely stretched you and touched places you didn't even know existed from this angle.

"Good babe good." Jack nodded as he went further inside you.

At first Jack started off slow. Eventually he picks up the pace and starts to thrust you hard.

You grip the sheets as each thrust hits you. A series of curses come spilling from your lips. At one point you buried your head into the pillow to stop yourself from screaming but Jack wouldn't have that Jack wanted to hear those sounds from you.

"Nah uh." He shakes his head. "I want to hear you love I want to hear you scream my name."

Jack grabs you by the ponytail and lifts your head up. His hold is tight but it wasn't uncomfortable. He kisses your neck again and around your ear. His lips on your skin made you moan with pleasure. You strain your neck to give him better access.

"You like that?" He breathed in your ear.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Jack."

"Jack what?" He is smiling against your cheek. You roll your eyes and laugh.

"Jack...The champion. "

His smile turns into a cocky grin. He grabs on to your waist tight which you are sure is going to leave bruises later and he goes faster.

"JACK!" You screamed his name out loud.

"That's it love." His grin widens. "Just like that."

You increase your hold on the sheets. You held them so tight your knuckles started to turn white.

You can feel that familiar fire at the bottom of your belly. You knew you are close.

"J...Jack." You said through clenched teeth. "I need to...I need to...AHHHH!"

Your cry made him moan.

"Fuck Y\N!"

Hearing that from him made you shake. You are going to have it let it out soon you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Please." You begged him.

He strokes your back where the letters were and said.

"Go on babe."

You didn't need to be told twice. You cry out as you let it all out. Shortly after Jack followed. He then slumps against you and takes a shaky breath.

"Fuck." He muttered into your back.

Once Jack moves away you sigh and turn on to your side. Your legs are still trembling. Jack comes towards you and wraps you in his arms. You breathe in his scent and find yourself relaxing in his arms.

"That was amazing." Jack smiles at you. "Thanks for the idea Y\N."

You smile back at him.

"No problem...Hey Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"You know I'm proud of you right?"

He lifts his head to look at you.

"I know." He whispered.

Your smile widens.

"I will always be proud of you. My champion."

He grins at that.

"I am never going to get bored of that."

You laugh.

"I know."

He kisses your lips. His eyes shone with love.

"I love you Y/N."

You kiss him back.

"And I love you too Jack Grealish..."

You grin.

"...The champion."

The End

[lonicera-edulis]