💔🇨🇻 La emotiva confesión de Vozinha, arquero de Cabo Verde, tras el histórico partido ante España.
“Trabajé toda mi vida para vivir este momento. Muchas generaciones soñaron con algo así y no pudieron lograrlo. Nosotros estamos aquí porque luchamos muchísimo para conseguirlo y merecíamos estar en este Mundial”.
Pero lo más duro llegó después:
“Después del partido lloré. Crecí con mis abuelos y ellos ya no están aquí para verlo. Lo dieron todo por mí. Mi mamá tampoco pudo venir por un problema con la visa; no conseguimos el dinero para completar el trámite a tiempo. Me hubiera encantado que estuviera aquí conmigo”.
🥹 Aun así, Vozinha cerró con orgullo:
“Estoy muy feliz por todo el pueblo de Cabo Verde”.
El fútbol también cuenta historias como esta 🇨🇻⚽️
Everyone has been so impressed by Japanese fans cleaning up after themselves but most probably missed this beautiful moment at the post-game (🇳🇱2 - 2🇯🇵) press conference.
Toward the end after reporters were done asking questions, 🇯🇵head coach, Hajime Moriyasu, asked to speak one more time.
🗣️ “May I speak?”
He turned to the Dutch reporters in the room.
🗣️ “I think there are many Dutch reporters here as well, so I’d like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to the people of the Netherlands once again.”
Moriyasu explained that when he became part of the Japan national team, Japanese football still had no professional league.
🗣️ “I was trained by a Dutch coach named Hans Ooft. It wasn’t just me. Japanese coaches in general were greatly influenced by him, which has led to the development of Japanese soccer today.”
He also mentioned another Dutch figure who shaped his career.
🗣️ “The legendary Dutch coach Wim Jansen served as the manager for J.League’s Sanfrecce Hiroshima and also as a coach for Urawa Reds, contributing to Japanese soccer.”
🗣️ “It’s not just those two. Many other coaches and players have contributed to raising the level of Japanese soccer, so I want to express my thanks. Thank you very much.”
What a masterclass in graciousness and gratitude. Imagine after a high-stakes match, instead of basking in glory and bravado (well-deserved in my opinion), the coach took to the microphone to... thank his opponents publicly and sincerely.
Japan's cultural operating system prizes harmony (wa), respect for precedent, and gratitude as a form of strength, not weakness. Japanese sports culture reflects its broader society where you'll see athletes bow to their opponents, thanking referees, and even crediting rivals or mentors.
Think of sumo wrestlers, Olympic athletes, or even bullet-train staff apologizing for a 30-second delay.
The Japanese have this concept of On (恩) - it is the sense of indebtedness to those who came before or helped you. It's what you'd expect from a culture that truly prizes continuity.
Moriyasu was acknowledging a real debt to Dutch coaches like Hans Ooft (who coached Japan in the early 90s and helped professionalize the game) and Wim Jansen. Japanese football openly credits foreign influences - Dutch "Total Football" philosophy, German organization, Brazilian flair - while building something distinctly their own. Few nations do this with such little ego.
Japan is pure class
At 28, Harjit Singh was considered beyond his prime, ignored by sponsors & flat broke from the expenses of chasing an improbable athletics dream. He just ran one of the fastest 100m times by an 🇮🇳 -10.17 - and now has his sights set on an even bigger goal
https://t.co/xC9zsOIDq1
Sandhya, wife of a Central cadre IPS officer, was killed in a wild elephant attack inside her coffee estate in Coorg. Furious locals who have been dealing with repeated elephant attacks demand answers from forest dept.
Here is how both Dev Meena and Kuldeep Kumar travelled to their hotels with their equipment, hours after becoming joint National record holders (5.45m). #athletics@Xpress_Sports@indraneel0
Four hours at the Passport Office Mumbai @rpomumbai with my minor daughter for her passport renewal because the father’s signature isn’t there. FOUR HOURS of zero clarity, zero empathy, zero system. My child is hungry, exhausted, sitting on a plastic chair in a sea of chaos while officials keep sending us from one counter to another with no answers.
Why is a single mother still treated like a suspicious exception instead of a parent? Why is a child being punished because the system cannot handle families that don’t fit a perfect template? Absolute humiliation, overcrowding, indifference, and no accountability. Passport Office Mumbai seriously needs to do better for single parents and children. This is really not a country for single mothers.
Her name is Ira Singhal.
She was born on August 31 1983 in Meerut, Uttar Pradesh. She has scoliosis, a spinal disorder that curves the spine and restricts arm movement. Her parents never treated her differently from other children.
She completed a degree in computer engineering from Netaji Subhas Institute of Technology in Delhi. Then an MBA from the Faculty of Management Studies, University of Delhi. She worked at Cadbury India as a strategy manager and interned at Coca Cola.
Then she decided she wanted to become an IAS officer.
In 2010 she cleared the UPSC Civil Services Examination in her first attempt. She was allocated the Indian Revenue Service.
Then the government told her she could not join.
The reason they gave was that her disability meant she was unable to push, pull or lift.
She had cleared one of the hardest examinations in the country. The government said she was not fit to serve.
She filed a case at the Central Administrative Tribunal.
While waiting for the verdict she appeared for UPSC again in 2011 and cleared it. She was given IRS again. Still no posting.
She appeared again in 2013. Cleared it again. Still nothing.
She appeared for the fourth time in 2014 while her case was still pending in court.
In May 2015 the results were declared.
Ira Singhal had secured All India Rank 1.
The highest score in the entire country that year. She scored 1082 marks out of 2025.
She became the first differently abled woman in India’s history to top the UPSC Civil Services Examination.
In her first posting as Sub Divisional Magistrate in Alipur, North Delhi, she rescued 340 child and bonded labourers and restored them to their families. All within one year.
She said this once:
“Make your plans. No one knows you like you do. Do not wait for someone else to validate your dreams.”
The government that said she could not push or pull watched her clear UPSC four times and top it on the fourth.
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Meine persönlichen Gedanken zu den teilweise ekelhaften Kommentaren und Reaktionen, auf den tödlichen Unfall von Juha Miettinen:
Der tragische Verlust von Juha Miettinen, beim gestrigen Qualifying zum diesjährigen 24 Stunden Rennen auf der Nürburgring Nordschleife, steckt allen Motorsport Fans noch in den Knochen und trotzdem gibt es Kommentare dazu, welche mehr als pietätlos sind...
Menschen die mit Motorsport vorher keinerlei Erfahrung oder Berührung hatten, aber auch solche die sich selbst als "Veteranen" bezeichnen, lassen sich zu folgenden Aussagen hinreißen:
"Er war 66 Jahre alt, da sind die Reflexe einfach nicht mehr da"
"Die langsamen Autos beim 24 Stunden Rennen, sind eine Gefahr für die GT3 Boliden"
"Selbst schuld wenn man in dem Alter noch Rennfahrer spielen will"
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Ja, auch ich musste erstmal schlucken, als ich diese und weitaus ekelhaftere Kommentare gelesen habe. Es waren tatsächlich sogar Leute dabei, die sich lauthals darüber beschwert haben, dass ihnen der Vorfall "den Spaß" genommen hätte, denn "danach war ja nichts mehr Qualifying gewesen"
Betrachten wir den Unfall mal sachlich:
Im Bereich Steilstrecke hatte ein Fahrzeug im Vorfeld Öl/Kühlmittel verloren, was gerade in diesem Bereich (Hohe Geschwindigkeiten mit anschließendem hartem Bremspunkt) fatal ist.
Innerhalb kürzester Zeit führte dies dazu, dass mehrere Fahrzeuge (insgesamt 7) dort hart einschlugen, unter anderem auch der BMW von Juha.
Dieser wurde hart auf der Fahrerseite getroffen, während Juha sich gerade aus dem Wrack befreien wollte. (Weitere Details werde ich hier nicht nennen)
- Es handelte sich NICHT um einen Fahrfehler!
- Es hatte NICHTS damit zu tun, dass Juha in einem "langsamen" Fahrzeug unterwegs war!
- Es hatte NICHTS mit Reflexzeiten zu tun!
In einer Situation wie dieser ist es vollkommen egal, ob man mit einem VW Polo oder einem Bugatti Veyron unterwegs ist, man wird innerhalb von Sekunden von Fahrer zum Passagier!
Unfälle wie dieser sind wieder einmal die Bestätigung dafür, warum die Nordschleife auch die "Grüne Hölle" genannt wird. Allein die Topographie der Strecke führt dazu, dass selbst erfahrene Piloten an ihre Grenzen kommen.
Juha war ein erfahrener Pilot, mit unzähligen Kilometern auf verschiedenen Rennstrecken, aber besonders auf der Nordschleife.
Er übte diesen Sport mit Herz und Seele aus, war stets ein fairer Fahrer und bei den Fans somit auch sehr beliebt.
Ich selbst habe ihn bei dem ein oder andere Rennen der VLN/NLS getroffen und mich mit ihm unterhalten
Juha war ein guter Mensch, ein guter Rennfahrer und guter Sportsmann.
Diese ganzen unterirdischen Kommentare über ihn, von Leuten die keinerlei Ahnung haben, schmerzen nicht nur weil sie unfair, sondern auch mehr als unangebracht sind!
Das einzige was man über Juha sagen sollte wenn man ihn nicht kannte ist:
Ruhe in Frieden Juha Miettinen
18.01.1960 - 18.04.2026
Und alle anderen Kommentare, Vermutungen und/oder Äußerungen, sollte man sich alleine schon aus Anstand sparen!
Ich würde mich sehr freuen wenn ihr diesen Post bitte in euren Timelines teilen würdet, um so das Ansehen von Juha zu wahren und den negativen Kommentaren keinen Platz zu geben
Danke❤️
#24hNBR
#RIPJuha
🕯️🖤🕯️
Danke fürs Lesen
Euer Maxi 🔧🏁
This my First lake rejuvenated in 2007,This 36 acres lake never dried up last 9 years,off course 2 Decades it was dry dead & was dumping ground,18k+ Saplings become big trees now,it is shelter for lot’s of Fishes & Birds Still people swim here bcz of clean💧 its Sustainability 🙏
I worked at Epic Games for two years. This is real, and the strategy behind it is smarter than most people realize.
Tim Sweeney has spent nearly two decades buying North Carolina forest land. 50,000+ acres across 15 counties. He’s now one of the largest private landowners in the state. The purchases started in 2008, right after the real estate collapse wiped out developers who had been planning golf resorts and luxury communities on biodiverse wilderness.
Sweeney paid $15 million for Box Creek Wilderness, a 7,000-acre stretch in the Blue Ridge foothills containing 130+ rare and threatened species. Developers had owned 5,000 of those acres before the crash. He bought them for conservation prices when nobody else was bidding.
He runs the acquisitions through an LLC called “130 of Chatham.” He buys the land, holds it for years, then either donates it to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, sells it at a discount to state parks, or hands it to land trusts. In 2021, he donated 7,500 acres in the Roan Highlands to the Southern Appalachian Highlands Conservancy. Largest private land donation in North Carolina history.
The part people miss: he told the News & Observer that since 2021, land got too expensive to keep buying. So he shifted focus to converting his existing 50,000 acres into permanent conservation status. He’s locking the land into legal structures that make development impossible regardless of who owns it in the future.
A billionaire worth roughly $6 billion is spending tens of millions acquiring wilderness specifically during economic downturns, then giving it away or placing it under permanent legal protection. The land will outlast him, Epic Games, and Fortnite.
That’s the part that separates Sweeney from billionaires who write checks to get their name on a building. The building depreciates. The forest compounds.
A sighting like this often sparks disbelief, tigers are solitary, right? Not always. What you’re witnessing is a rare peak in a family’s life cycle. A tigress typically raises her litter for nearly two years. As these sub-adults approach independence, they rival their mother in size but remain socially bonded. High prey density in healthy reserves allows such large "streaks" to thrive without territorial conflict. These siblings will soon disperse to find their own range, making this brief, powerful collective movement a marvel of forest ecology.
VC: Sunil Bandhavgarh
#tiger #predator #WildIndia #TigerConservation #WildlifeFacts #BigCatDaily #ForestEcology
This is truly the most beautiful video I’ve seen lately
So tender and heart-warming, yet it makes you stop and reflect, with a subtle touch of sadness
We may have gained so much, but perhaps we’ve lost even more✨
*Sanju Samson*: "
When people talk about my journey, they usually start with stadiums.
*For me, it always begins with a bus.*
I was eleven. My kit bag felt heavier than me. *I would leave home in Vizhinjam before the sun came up, change two buses, and reach the Medical College ground by 6 in the morning. Some days I was sleepy. Some days I was sore. But I don’t remember ever wanting to skip it* .
After practice, I would bathe under a small tap at the corner of the ground. No dressing room. Just cold water, a towel in my bag, and a quick change into my school uniform. Then I’d walk to catch another bus to St Joseph’s. School, homework, and then back again for evening nets.
That was my life. Every day
I didn’t think of it as a sacrifice. I just thought — this is what it takes.
*My grandfather was a fisherman. Watching him, I understood something early. You can’t control the sea. You can only control how prepared you are when you go out. Some days you come back with nothing. But you still wake up the next morning and go again. That stayed with me* .
There were phases when I felt close to my dream. And phases when I felt very far from it. Being dropped. Sitting out. Hearing opinions. Smiling outside but questioning yourself inside.
I won’t lie, it hurts. I’m human.
*But every time I feel that doubt, I go back in my mind to that small tap at the ground. To the buses. To my parents adjusting their lives around my practice. I remind myself that this journey was never built on comfort. It was built on consistency* .
When I play in Thiruvananthapuram and hear the crowd shout my name, it feels personal. They didn’t just see me succeed. They saw me grow. They saw the process.
I am still that boy from Vizhinjam. I still love batting the same way. I still get nervous. I still want to prove myself. The only difference is the stage.
*The fight hasn’t stopped. It probably never will* .
*Because for me, cricket was never about fame* .
*It was about a dream I chose , and keep choosing : every single day* . "
*~ Sanju Samson*
This needs to be said: We are at Jim Corbett and apparently there is no restriction on loud music till 10:30pm in the night. The roads are full of cars speeding around, at least 30 jeeps plying in one area of the forest, you can see brunt land on both sides and massive tree felling.
So guilty of attending a family wedding here, I cannot say. There’s one I skipped because I didn’t want to be a party to destroying the habitat of animals. But why is Uttarakhand government allowing weddings in a forest reserve? I know my tweet will have zero reaction but
Please tag the concerned agencies when you read this.
@ukcmo@uttrakhand24@AniUttarakhand
I’m completely stranded at Moscow airport… alone, helpless, and running out of hope.
No one from @makemytripcare or @etihad is answering my desperate messages.
Russia doesn’t accept Visa or Mastercard anymore.
I have ZERO cash left. Not even for food or water.
The Etihad ground staff is avoiding me more than my ex ever did — literally turning their faces away and telling me “just call customer care”… which has been busy for hours. I’m standing here like a beggar in my own nightmare.
I don’t know how I’m going to get home. I’m scared. I feel abandoned by the very companies I trusted with my journey. My family is waiting and I can’t even tell them I’m safe.
Please… if anyone from Etihad, MakeMyTrip, or even the Indian embassy sees this — HELP ME.
And if you’re reading this, just one RT could save me. I’m begging.
#StrandedInMoscow
We laughed when miracle cures were launched with straight faces. From Coronil to bhabhi ji Papad. Because surely that was the limit of absurdity. It felt embarrassing, but we survived.
Then came the cough syrups that killed children, and the laughter stopped. That had to be rock bottom, we told ourselves. How much lower could incompetence sink?
Apparently lower. People began dying after drinking ordinary govt. supplied tap water. Not from some exotic toxin smuggled across borders, not from a rare disease, but from tap water. And even then, the country did not erupt, it adjusted. The benchmark of outrage shifted further down.
Now we happily consume chemical-laced, dung enriched spices, diluted and fake milk, synthetic ghee, counterfeit paneer, expired sweets specially stocked for festivals, fake medicines in real-looking packs, vegetables plumped with injections and polished by carcinogenic creams, chickens fattened on deadly overdose of antibiotics, eggs engineered for quantity, fries and burgers soaked in oil the colour of diesel. We know. We joke about it. We forward messages about it. And then we eat.
The tragedy is not just the contamination. Each criminal scandal lowers the bar a little more. We measure relief by the absence of immediate death. At least we didn’t die drinking tap water, we tell ourselves.
Criminal incompetence spreads like thick slow poison.
You wake up one day and realize you’re standing at the bottom of a bottom-less pit.