My cousin in the UK is moving house tomorrow, six people in the "chain". One of them this morning just sent an email saying he's £20,000 short and asking everyone else to jointly make up the difference or the entire deal folds.
🇸🇴 Nunca vi algo así. En Somalia hoy se llenó un estadio para recibir como héroe nacional a Omar Artan, el árbitro al que Estados Unidos le negó la entrada al Mundial. Increíble.
I am deeply grateful for the overwhelming support, encouragement, and kind messages I have received from people around the world. Your solidarity has reminded me that football unites us beyond borders. Thank you to everyone.
These are the Master of Project Management in Construction students at Northeastern University in Toronto, Canada, proudly showcasing the Asante flag. It is inspiring to see Asanteman represented so beautifully on the global stage.
The Asante Kingdom will continue to grow, flourish, and leave its mark across the world.
Piawwwwww!!!
🇧🇪 Football without Origi is nothing
Divock Origi retires at 31, and somehow that feels perfectly him. Early, unexpected, a little mysterious, with the last word belonging to nobody other than himself.
Let’s be honest, he never became the player his natural gifts suggested he might. He could disappear for weeks, sometimes months, and leave you wondering where all that speed, strength and serenity had gone.
And yet, look at the roll call.
Champions League winner. Premier League winner. Scorer in a European Cup final. Two goals against Barcelona on the maddest night Anfield has ever staged. Pickford, 96th minute, bedlam. Madrid, 87th minute, immortality.
His isn't a career to apologise for. It's a career most players would crawl over glass to own.
Origi was never a weekly certainty. He was something far rarer, a man for the thunderclap. When the match was dying, when logic had packed up and left, he would appear with that calm face and those cool feet, as if the pressure had mistaken him for someone else.
Liverpool have had far greater players. Plenty of them. Players with better numbers, longer peaks, more trophies, fuller bodies of work.
Few gave us moments quite so sharp, quite so absurd, quite so joyfully impossible.
So congratulations, Divock. On the trophies, on the memories, on knowing when your part was complete. Go make your fashion, build your work, carry your purpose.
Football without Origi is nothing, tongue in cheek, of course. Except for a few wild nights, it was absolutely true.