J’ai entendu dire que la France était finie, qu’il était trop tard pour la sauver.
Mais la France est toujours aussi belle, enviable même. Sa grandeur n’a pas disparu, elle ne demande qu’à renaître.
Nous avons surmonté en un an un problème cent fois plus grave, sans avoir les moyens dont dispose la France.
La France pourrait y arriver en une semaine.
Aujourd’hui, je ne sais pas si j’aurai la force de couvrir toute la journée. Je viens de perdre mon chat, elle représentait tellement pour moi, c’était toute ma vie
Je me réveille et on m’annonce qu’elle n’est plus de ce monde, j’arrive pas à y croire. On l’a emmenée chez le vétérinaire pour la faire stériliser, mais elle ne s’est pas réveillée après la piqûre.
C’était tellement mon rêve d’avoir un chat et aujourd’hui, on me l’enlève alors qu’elle apportait tellement de bonheur dans ma vie. Elle était si jeune
J’aurais besoin de votre soutien aujourd’hui les gars, c’est très dur je viens à peine de me réveiller
Siento que es el momento.
El momento para dar un paso adelante y comenzar una nueva etapa en mi vida.
Me voy orgulloso por haber vivido mi sueño y por todas las personas que estuvieron a mi lado para hacerlo realidad.
Gracias fútbol por hacerme tan feliz. ❤️⚽️
DEUX CLIOS 6 NEUVES À GAGNER 😎
La 1ère voiture : RT ce tweet et je tire au sort une personne qui gagne la Clio parmi les retweets.
La 2ème voiture : ce soir 20h je live quelque part dehors en Île De France. Le premier qui me trouve je cut le live et il gagne la voiture.
🚨Zlatan Ibrahimovic on Barcola + Mbaye to Liverpool for close to €200m:
“Premier League inflated the market… now pay the price.”
🗣️“PSG asking close to 200 million for Barcola and Mbaye together is not crazy.
It is the market you created. Elliot Anderson goes for 135 million. Morgan Rogers for almost 140. English clubs are throwing ridiculous money at players who have never won a Champions League, never carried a nation at a World Cup, never been the difference in the biggest games. Then they look at Barcola — two-time Champions League winner, France international, proven at the highest level — and suddenly 170 is ‘too much’? Please.
Barcola is not some Premier League product hyped by Sky Sports. He is a real footballer who already has European titles. Mbaye is young, hungry, and has the kind of upside that clubs pay fortunes for later when it is too late. Together near 200 is high, yes. A bit high. But egregious? No. Not when the Premier League has completely inflated and ruined the transfer market with their own spending.
I know value. I have been the most expensive player, the difference-maker, the one who made clubs rich by existing. PSG are not stupid. They built a machine that wins. They know what their players are worth in this market. If Liverpool want both, stop crying and pay. Or sit down like men and negotiate a serious number that respects the asking price. You cannot complain about the bill after you ordered the most expensive menu on the table for years.
The Premier League spent like drunk tourists and now acts shocked when someone else asks for real money for real quality. That is not PSG being greedy. That is the market catching up to the mess English clubs made. If Liverpool want Barcola and Mbaye, they pay what the market demands or they leave them in Paris. Simple. Lions do not negotiate with feelings. They take what is theirs… or they pay the price.”
Lionel Messi’s letter for his father. ❤️🩹
Dad, I still can’t believe that you’ve gone. I don’t fall, or rather, I don’t want to fall. It’s very hard for me to imagine that I’m not going to see you anymore, that we’re not going to talk anymore. I know you were suffering and that it’s for the best, but you left too soon. We still had a lot left to enjoy together.
You asked me so much to play in the last World Cup, and it was in the days just before it started that you got the worst. It was the first time you weren’t going to be at a tournament, but Mom told me that you were going to get better and that you’d be well enough to travel. I told you we were going to reach the final so you could travel.
Every time a match ended I waited for and missed your message. That’s when I realized the situation was really bad. Even so, I didn’t stop thinking about going as far as possible, to buy you time and so you could see a match. We reached the final and you couldn’t be there.
I wanted to win it to bring it to you and show you a new one. I couldn’t; my legs wouldn’t give any more. This time I tried to go against my body, but I couldn’t. I never managed to feel good.
When I arrived you thought we had lost the final on penalties. We couldn’t talk about any of everything that happened. You couldn’t enjoy anything.
We weren’t champions, but you have no idea how much we enjoyed every single match. Once again, you were right: I had to be there and play it.
I’m telling you this because it was the only thing we couldn’t talk about, since you already know everything else. We talked every day and saw each other whenever we could, given my commitments.
I don’t know what I’m going to do without you, I don’t know how to go on. I only played football and now I have quite a few doubts about whether I’ll keep doing it for much longer.
You were by my side from the beginning; there was so little left until the end. Why couldn’t you hold on that little bit more so we could finish together?
I know your happiness was seeing your family well, your wife, your children, and above all, without the others finding out, watching me play…
It was always like that since I was little. You would take me to all the training sessions as soon as you got home from work. For many of them Mum took me because you were working.
Obviously you never missed a single match. How you suffered watching me and how you enjoyed it, even though you never gave me many compliments.
You were dad, friend and representative.
You were always the person you needed to be in every moment and you never got anything wrong. Beyond a few reproaches or arguments, you were always right. In the end it always turned out the way you said.
I’m going to miss you a lot, but you’ll always be present, and especially in the upbringing of my children, because I teach them and raise them the way you both did with me.
Rest in peace and look after us from above the way you did down here. Thank you for everything.
I love you, Dad. ❤️
❤️🩹🇦🇷 Leo Messi: “Dad, you kept asking me to play in one last World Cup… just days before it began was when your condition got worse”.
“It was the first time you weren’t going to be there with me at tournament… but Mom kept telling me you were going to get better and that you’d be well enough to travel”.
“I kept telling you we were going to reach the World Cup final so you could make the trip, this was my mission once again”.
“After every match, I waited for and missed your message. That’s when I realized how serious the situation really was”.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about going as far as possible, give you more time and the chance to watch one of the games”.
“We reached the final, but you couldn’t be there. I wanted to win it so I could bring the trophy to you and show you another one. I couldn’t”.
“My legs just couldn’t give me any more”.
“This time I tried to push beyond what my body could handle, but I couldn’t”.
“I never managed to feel physically right”.
“We didn’t become champions Dad, but you have no idea how much we enjoyed every match. Once again, you were right: I had to be there and play in it… as you told me, always”.
No me quiero imaginar lo que va a ser esta red social el domingo 19 de julio de 2026.
Se inventarán nuevos insultos y palabras que a día hoy no conocemos.
Paz y amor para todos.