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[Kilgore de Lezo 🇪🇸 @billkilgore_]

Ni medio amago de fichaje por parte de Cadaverino Pérez eh. Bueno si, sonó una interna guatemalteca para cambiarle los pañales por la noche. Pedía mucha pasta y no era generacional

[Kilgore de Lezo 🇪🇸 @billkilgore_]

El Madrid da tumbos siguiendo los delirios de un anciano que confunde a Gonzalo García con su nieto Joaquinito. El domingo no vio la Supercopa. La boliviana, como cada tarde, le peló una pera para merendar, que no se terminó porque se quedó plácidamente dormido viendo Cifras y Letras. Despertó desorientado a las 23:00h, llamó a José Ángel Sánchez y le ordenó despedir a Vanderlei Luxemburgo por no poner a Morientes.

Este decrépito individuo presentó el proyecto de su vida, que pretendía revolucionar el fútbol mundial, a las 2 de la mañana en Mega, junto a Edwin Congo, Pipi Estrada y Cristóbal Soria disfrazado de bruja.

Se ha gastado cientos de millones en fichajes y no ha sido capaz de traer a un centrocampista sin deficiencias psíquicas o adicciones a sustancias. Ha despilfarrado más de mil millones en un ciber-retrete colosal, donde no se ha podido celebrar ni un concierto de Lola Índigo.

Cuando el sábado, en el Xanadú de la Castellana, suenen los cánticos de “hola fondo norte” y los japoneses haciendo trends de TikTok, debemos sellar el césped retráctil con Pañalino debajo. La lata ruinosa será su mausoleo. Lo enterraremos vivo junto a sus sirvientes Jude Ballantines, Fede Bonino, Pintus y Ferreras, como a los faraones egipcios.

Eso sí, su gestión al frente del Barcelona, el club de sus amores, ha sido impecable. Al César lo que es del César.

RuidoBernabeu tenía razón.

[Roger Federer @rogerfederer]

Vamos, @RafaelNadal!

As you get ready to graduate from tennis, I’ve got a few things to share before I maybe get emotional.

Let’s start with the obvious: you beat me—a lot. More than I managed to beat you. You challenged me in ways no one else could. On clay, it felt like I was stepping into your backyard, and you made me work harder than I ever thought I could just to hold my ground. You made me reimagine my game—even going so far as to change the size of my racquet head, hoping for any edge.

I’m not a very superstitious person, but you took it to the next level. Your whole process. All those rituals. Assembling your water bottles like toy soldiers in formation, fixing your hair, adjusting your underwear... All of it with the highest intensity. Secretly, I kind of loved the whole thing. Because it was so unique—it was so you.

And you know what, Rafa, you made me enjoy the game even more. 

OK, maybe not at first. After the 2004 Australian Open, I achieved the #1 ranking for the first time. I thought I was on top of the world. And I was—until two months later, when you walked on the court in Miami in your red sleeveless shirt, showing off those biceps, and you beat me convincingly. All that buzz I’d been hearing about you—about this amazing young player from Mallorca, a generational talent, probably going to win a major someday—it wasn’t just hype.

We were both at the start of our journey and it’s one we ended up taking together. Twenty years later, Rafa, I have to say: What an incredible run you’ve had. Including 14 French Opens—historic! You made Spain proud... you made the whole tennis world proud.

I keep thinking about the memories we’ve shared. Promoting the sport together. Playing that match on half-grass, half-clay. Breaking the all-time attendance record by playing in front of more than 50,000 fans in Cape Town, South Africa. Always cracking each other up. Wearing each other out on the court and then, sometimes, almost literally having to hold each other up during trophy ceremonies.

I’m still grateful you invited me to Mallorca to help launch the Rafa Nadal Academy in 2016. Actually, I kind of invited myself. I knew you were too polite to insist on me being there, but I didn’t want to miss it. You have always been a role model for kids around the world, and Mirka and I are so glad that our children have all trained at your academies. They had a blast and learned so much—like thousands of other young players. Although I always worried my kids would come home playing tennis as lefties.

And then there was London—the Laver Cup in 2022. My final match. It meant everything to me that you were there by my side—not as my rival but as my doubles partner. Sharing the court with you that night, and sharing those tears, will forever be one of the most special moments of my career.

Rafa, I know you’re focused on the last stretch of your epic career. We will talk when it’s done. For now, I just want to congratulate your family and team, who all played a massive role in your success. And I want you to know that your old friend is always cheering for you, and will be cheering just as loud for everything you do next.

Rafa that!

Best always, your fan, 

Roger

[Eduardo Camavinga @Camavinga]

FOOTBALL POLITICS ❌

My brother you are the best player in the world and no award can say otherwise. Love you my bro ❤️

[Kilgore de Lezo 🇪🇸 @billkilgore_]

Informe Kilgore: Cuando fuimos campeones.

[Miguel Quintana @migquintana]

"El Real Madrid es muy egoísta con la gloria de puertas para fuera. No regala absolutamente nada a nadie. Se lo tienes que arrebatar de sus gélidas manos una vez te lo has cargado. Pero de puertas para dentro parece que tiene momentos para todos sus jugadores...".

[Kilgore de Lezo 🇪🇸 @billkilgore_]

BU

[Forlanista @forlanista_]

Ha quedado una cosa clara: tienes que dar parte de tu cuerpo a Belcebú para ganar a Verstappen

[Jude Bellingham @BellinghamJude]

Lucas Vazquez you fucking legend.

[DocHollyday7 @DHollyday7]

Ancelotti preguntando quien quiere lanzar los penaltis.

Lucas Vázquez y Rudiger :

[Álvaro M-G @AlvaroNCG]

LUCAS VAZQUEZ DE TODOS LOS SANTOS

[Toni Kroos @ToniKroos]

Lasst den Mist mit dem Böllern sein Leute.

[Kilgore de Lezo 🇪🇸 @billkilgore_]

Que hace alonso con Chucho Muertez?

[Dani Carvajal Ramos @DaniCarvajal92]

😎

[PrimoMendy @Ferlandista]

Djokovic golpea la pelota a 300km/h

El triplehijueputa de Alcaraz