Gol de Ferrán por una dejada de Nico tras un paso de Pedro Porro.
Un gol que da el campeonato del Mundo de 2026.
Un momento para la historia.
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#MundialDelFútbol2026
One of the secrets of remaining youthful is retaining your interest in the world. As soon as you lose that, you're effectively dead. Listen to the enthusiasm with which Cruise speaks about cameras and lighting. He could be a child looking at a newt in a pond for the first time.
Michael Jackson is probably the last superstar we’ll ever have.
Not because nobody else is talented. The world that made him is gone, and the kind of person he was doesn’t really happen anymore.
And Taylor Swift doesn’t come close. Just calling it now.
He came up in the last real monoculture. When something hit, it hit everybody on the same night.
47 million Americans watched the moonwalk at Motown 25 and the next morning every kid in the country was trying it on their kitchen floor.
That’s not happening again.
Taylor Swift sells out stadiums and there are still millions of people who couldn’t pick her song out of a lineup.
Everybody now has a lane.
MJ never had one. He was loved everywhere at the same time, because there was nowhere else for the culture to go.
He shot the Beat It video with actual Crips and Bloods on set, from rival sets in LA, in the same room with him.
Nobody else was doing that. Nobody else COULD.
He was lonely and weird and broken, and he poured all of it into the music. There’s a reason you can still feel something in Billie Jean and She’s Out of My Life forty years later.
That’s a person bleeding into a microphone. Not a brand.
The biggest stars now are LLCs. They’re products.
Taylor Swift is about breakups within a target demo. Songs are two minutes long because that’s what TikTok pays for. There’s no soul.
MJ was a ridiculously talented person who actually moved people. Produced, wrote, danced, made short films it’s pretty insane.
Anyways just saw the movie and was reminiscing.
It’s like Hollywood.
The era of superstars is waning.
Don’t think we get another like him.
And one day you wake up and you're 23 or 25,or 27 and suddenly everything feels like it's moving too fast. You miss something can't you quite name. Not a person, not a place, just a feeling. The feeling of being young, when everything was new and the smallest moments felt big. Late night talks with friends, walking home in the dark laughing about nothing, summers that felt like forever. You just want that again - to feel alive in the little things, to slow down, to be here, really here, before it all becomes another memory.
Thoughts about Japan:
People often ask me what made me move to Japan.
I first visited Japan 12 years ago, I was backpacking with a friend, and neither of us spoke Japanese.
On the last days of our trip, we went to Hiroshima, we arrived around 11 PM, starving.
My friend found a small izakaya run by an old lady who spoke no English at all.
A couple was sitting next to us at the counter, the man spoke English and helped translate for us, and we started telling him about our trip.
The night went by, and after a few cups of sake and some incredible Hiroshima tempura oysters, I asked him to ask the lady for the bill.
She wrote ours down, then theirs too.
As I reached for it, he crossed his arm in front of me and grabbed both.
He smiled and said he wanted to invite us because they had such a good time with us.
As a thank you, I offered to send him one of my photographs, so I asked him to write his address on a napkin.
A few days later, back in Tokyo, I told the story to a Japanese friend and asked him to translate the address for me.
He looked at it and smiled.
“The person you met was most likely Buddhist,” he said.
The napkin read:
ichigo-ichie
“One time, one meeting.”
The idea that every encounter in life is unique, and that beautiful moments should be appreciated without trying to recreate them.
That way, they remain special forever.
I had lost my father, and this taught me to let go.
Today, I have that ichigo-ichie tattooed on my arm.
That was the first of many moments that made me fall in love with Japan.
Thank you Japan.
Watched episode 2 of “Nippon Sangoku.” Yeah, this is seriously good. Like, really good. Total hit. And then, out of nowhere, Jun Fukuyama and Kazuhiro Yamaji show up. Man… that made me genuinely happy. What is it about this anime? Somehow it makes me slip into a Kansai accent watching it. Yeah, I’m definitely watching more 🗾
While I was surfing through the streaming services, I ended up watching the first episode of an anime that caught my eye. I’d only ever seen the title before in the manga section at bookstores.
“Nippon Sangoku.” What an incredible anime. I’m honestly blown away…so intense and powerful. I’m definitely continuing this… or maybe I should just read the manga instead 🗾
Finished Ashita no Joe
Let me start by saying it is no surprise how this series became such a culture icon and inspiration for future media. Joe Yabuki has become my favourite character in sports animanga. I plan to write a whole thread on him in the near future. This is a very-
Lo bueno de OLIVER Y BENJI: CAMPEONES era su realismo. Además de plasmar jugadas de fútbol de manera veraz, también veíamos momentos como este, en el que Oliver puede ver a Benji a kilómetros de distancia y logra, de un chute, hacerle llegar un mensaje escrito en un balón: