Introducing… The World Cup issue of MUNDIAL.
An all-singing, all-dancing spectacular that reminds you, despite the noise and negativity, the greatest tournament on earth can still be a powerful force for good.
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🚨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻 𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑻: The new Real Madrid away shirt.
Real Madrid are back in dark green for the first time since 2012/13. The shirt features an engineered geometric pattern using the club’s initials.
What do you think? 🤔
??? This is insane lmao - the fake TOTT i made in 2018 is still being posted as the "official" Team of the Tournament by big accounts.
They even re-made the team with Ai…
Dude, i put PAULINHO in the team. It's not real 😂
Congratulations to Spain, winners of the 2026 World Cup. A performance where single player was outstanding, from back to front. From the peerless Rodri returning from an ACL injury to claim the golden ball to the gossamer stylings of Lamine Yamal to the immaculate Pau Cubarsi to the unrecognisable Pedro Porro and to the nerveless Ferran Torres, slashing Spain to victory in the end. A champion showing from a champion team.
Get the bathtub full of paella ready for Cucurella and have the sangria on draft. It’s fiesta time, baby.
This is such a fun and perfectly timed collab. ⚽️
GORILLAZ × MUNDIAL football jerseys, packed with Gorillaz references: portraits of the band, the new logo, patches, “The end is the beginning” quote, a peace symbol, the number 23.
Available worldwide.
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@ShaneBarrett442@AaronBastani Right, but he couldn’t have brought him on in that game because he hadn’t been selected for the past five weeks? We’re big fans of Adam and thought he should have been there. But he wasn’t!
The World Cup final. Messi anointing Yamal. It is mental these images exist and even more mental that these two are playing against each other twenty odd years on.
Will the real Lisan Al Gaib please stand up?
God, where to start? At a time when England and the very idea of Englishness are being co-opted by those who seek to divide us, here came a team that briefly, ever so briefly, quietened the noise. A team that could represent all of us, and show the world how we want to be seen. Hard-workers, grafters, fighters. No fetishised nostalgia or cynical isolation or flag-shagging patriotism were needed to love this team.
We loved, and continue to love them, because of who they were in the toughest of moments. So, remember Atlanta, hold the memory of that pain close, but don’t forget how you felt when Anthony Gordon feathered in from Morgan Rogers’ cross, or the electricity of Jordan Pickford flying through the air to make a save, or the indomitable, towering presence of Elliot Anderson. Don’t forget how close we were to a first World Cup final in 60 years.
Thank god for Jude Bellingham. Thank god for Harry Kane, Djed Spence, Declan Rice, Bukayo Saka, Dan Burn, Jordan Pickford, John Stones, Reece James, Eberechi Eze, Kobbie Mainoo, Marcus Rashford, and Nico O’Reilly. Thank god for each and every member of the squad and the fans who travelled and paid those extraordinary prices.
There is so much wrong with this country, and so much that needs to be fixed and that is beyond fixing, if we are truthful with ourselves. But remember the Azteca, remember Norway, and remember the moments when these boys made anything feel possible.
Remember how they made you feel. Take that with you. That is what it means to be English.