The “This Is Football” doc has great segment of Pep Guardiola watching his Barcelona game tape and adressing idea that Messi walks lazily around the pitch:
“He’s walking. That’s what I like the most. He is not out of the game, he’s involved. He’s moving his head. Right, left, left, right. He knows exactly what is going to happen. But his head is always…moving.
He’s not running, but he’s always watching what’s happening. He smells where are the weak points in the back four. After 5-10 minutes, he has the map in his eyes…in his brain to know exactly where is the space and what is the panorama.
It’s like being in the jungle and I have to survive. And he knows if I move here or here, I will have more space to attack."
🚨🗣️NEW: Thierry Henry on FIFA’s new mouth-covering red card rule: as Almiron was given a red card for covering his mouth in the game between Paraguay and Turkey:
“I understand why football wants to fight discrimination. Nobody disagrees with that. But when you start handing out straight red cards because a player covered his mouth while speaking, you’ve crossed into dangerous territory.
“This is exactly what I feared football was becoming, a game played by robots, policed by suits who’ve never felt the heat of a tackle or the fire of a 50-50. Miguel Almirón gets sent off for covering his mouth? In a World Cup? FIFA calls it progress. I call it the slow death of the sport we love.
Football was built on emotion, confrontation, mind games, personality. Now we’re acting as if every private word exchanged on a pitch is a matter for a courtroom investigation. The game is starting to feel less like football and more like a surveillance project.
The Miguel Almirón incident is exactly why people are uncomfortable. We don’t even know what was said, yet the punishment arrives before the evidence. Since when did covering your mouth become a crime worthy of expulsion? If that’s the standard, we’re no longer judging actions—we’re judging suspicion.
What worries me most is the precedent. Today it’s covering your mouth. Tomorrow what is it? A sarcastic comment? A heated argument? Football has always been a pressure cooker. If you remove every ounce of fire, don’t be surprised when the sport loses part of its soul.
And let’s be honest, would the legends of previous generations survive in this environment? Maradona, Keane, Pepe, half the icons people celebrate today would spend more time explaining themselves to officials than actually playing. The game that once rewarded personality now seems obsessed with policing it.
The irony is that football claims to want authenticity, yet it keeps creating rules that encourage players to become robots. Fans don’t fall in love with robots. They fall in love with characters, rivalries, passion and drama.
This rule may have been created with good intentions, but good intentions don’t automatically make good rules. Right now, it feels like football is trying to put a lid on a boiling pot instead of understanding why it boils in the first place.”
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
Jeremy Clarkson has never pretended to be anything other than exactly what he is
Brutally honest. No oil painting. A pot belly, a lifelong smoker, a drinker. Not exactly the modern alpha male or is he?
And somehow that is the whole point
I have watched him for most of my life
First as a motoring journalist who could make you want a car you would never own and never need
Then as something bigger
The loudest, funniest, most unfiltered mouthpiece the ordinary person ever had
A man who said the thing everyone was thinking while the rest of television tiptoed around it
From Top Gear he built something that should not have worked
Three middle aged men, The Stig, a track and a chemistry you cannot manufacture
James May the patient one
Richard Hammond the brave one
And Clarkson the force of nature dragging both of them into chaos and somehow back out again
When it all fell apart at the BBC he could have disappeared
The fracas was not his finest hour and he never pretended it was
He owned it, apologized and carried on
No reinvention, no groveling tour, no carefully managed comeback
He just kept being himself and let the work speak
The move to Amazon and The Grand Tour proved something I think a lot of people missed
The format was never the magic
The men were
You can take three friends out of a studio and drop them anywhere on earth and the loyalty between them travels with them
But it is Clarkson's Farm where the whole picture finally comes into focus
Here is a man with nothing left to prove walking into a field he barely understands and refusing to fake competence he does not have
He has run that farm at break even and then at an outright loss in full public view
No editing it into a success story
No pretending the numbers work when they do not
His farm manager hands him one brutal truth after another and he sits there and takes it
A whole season swallowed by drought even after he leaned into robotics and the most advanced farming money could buy
Technology was supposed to be the answer and the weather did not care
He showed that too
Most people would have cut it
And through all of it he has done something quietly remarkable
He has dragged the plight of the British farmer into the light
The paperwork, the council, the margins that vanish, the weather that ruins a year of work in a week
People who had never thought about where their food comes from suddenly cared because he made them care
And then there is the part nobody warned me about
Men who raise animals for meat and still love them
Who name them, worry about them, sit with them
Who treat them with respect and dignity right up to the moment they cannot keep them
And feel the full weight of sending them off
He does not hide that
He lets the camera sit in the discomfort of it
The grief of a man who knows the deal he made and still finds it hard
That is not weakness
That is honesty most people are far too afraid to show
We live in an age that rewards the polished, the curated, the carefully built personal brand
And here is a scruffy, swearing, chain smoking farmer who has done the opposite of all of it and won
He stayed exactly who he was while the world begged him to become a product
That is the whole secret
There is no act
There never was
And that is exactly why we keep watching
Praying for a full recovery mate, looking forward to another season of Clarkson's Farms!
The badge on the England shirt is older than nearly every nation playing in this World Cup.
Three gold lions on a field of red, the royal arms of England. Richard the Lionheart, who cut down Saladin's men in the Holy Land, set them on his great seal in 1198. Long before they were a football badge, they were a banner of war.
The same lions flew over English armies for centuries. The standard men marched behind them, fought under them, and died beneath them. At Crécy and Agincourt, the arms of England were carried into the worst of it.
Every king bore them. Edward III quartered them with the lilies of France when he claimed her crown, and still the three lions held the shield. Through the Plantagenet, Tudor and Stuart dynasties, England's lions did not move.
Then, on 30 November 1872, England met Scotland in the first official international football match the world had ever seen. The men who walked out wore three lions on their chest. The banner men once followed into battle, men now carried them onto the field. The same lions and the same England.
That is what these three lions have always done, gathering a people behind one shield. They held men together when the stakes were life and death.
Eight hundred years on, they hold a nation still.
Three lions, one country.
🏴 𓃬 𓃬 𓃬 🏴
🚨🗣️NEW: Thierry Henry on Thomas Tuchel asking FIFA to move the photographers during the national anthem because they obstructed his view of his team:
“Thomas Tuchel’s complaint should embarrass FIFA. A World Cup manager waiting his whole life for that national anthem moment and all he sees is a forest of cameras? That’s madness. That’s football being held hostage by lenses and logos.
FIFA today reminds me of a circus ringmaster who has forgotten the animals and only cares about selling tickets. They treat football like a shopping mall with grass. Players are the products, fans are the customers, and tradition is just an old photograph hanging on the wall collecting dust.
The national anthem isn’t supposed to be a red-carpet event. It’s supposed to be sacred. It’s the heartbeat before battle. Yet somehow, sponsor pictures matter more than countries, photographers matter more than players, and television angles matter more than emotions. That’s upside-down football.
And don’t tell me this isn’t what happens when football is swallowed by American-style commercialization. Everything has a price tag. Everything has to be packaged, branded and sold. Even the soul of the game is standing at the auction house.
In Europe, football was built like a cathedral. In America, they’re trying to turn it into Times Square. One side is history and culture; the other side is flashing lights and advertising boards screaming for attention. Football isn’t meant to feel like the halftime show of the Super Bowl every five minutes.
Tuchel said he couldn’t see one single player. Think about that. Fifty photographers stood between a manager and his team during one of the proudest moments of their lives. That’s a metaphor for modern FIFA. There are now so many cameras between football and the people who love it that nobody can see the game anymore.
FIFA have become King Midas in reverse. Everything they touch turns into money, but somehow loses its soul. They chase sponsor shots like sailors chasing a mirage in the desert, while supporters are left watching the traditions they grew up with disappear brick by brick.
And here’s the irony. The game survived wars, dictators, corruption and scandals, but now it’s slowly being strangled by something wearing a smile and holding a camera. Football used to be the main character. Now it’s just an extra in its own movie.
If this is the future, then football isn’t being celebrated anymore. It’s being commercialized to death, wrapped in gold paper and sold back to the fans who made it great in the first place. And people wonder why supporters say the soul of the game is dying. It’s because FIFA sold it for the perfect sponsor photo.”
During Collision, a kid in the Omaha crowd flipped off Chris Jericho… and what followed was incredible.
Might be the funniest wrestling moment in 2025 that never aired.
Absolute gold — it even made Jericho break character 😭💀
🚨 THIS JOKER RANT IS GOING VIRAL FOR A REASON... 🚨
"You're just trying to exist...
But they own the land.
They own the water.
They own the food.
You’re born into a cage.
Taxed to breathe.
Forced to work.
Trapped in a system that calls it "freedom."
Natives lived with the Earth.
We pay rent to exist on it."
This guy in full Joker cosplay is spitting raw truth from his car... and millions are feeling it.
The system isn’t broken…
It’s designed this way.
Are you waking up yet?
What’s the one thing you’d change about this matrix if you could?
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Seeing 5,000 Scottish fans bring a footie atmosphere to a baseball game is a sight to behold 😂 Doubt Fenway Park has ever heard anything like it 🏴
Graham Hancock just dropped a devastating blow to mainstream archaeology with the Great Pyramid of Giza.
“It’s a 6 million ton monument… more than 2 million individual blocks of stone.”
“The Great Pyramid is aligned within 3/60ths of a single degree to true north… on a 6 million ton monument.”
“It sits almost exactly on latitude 30 which is 1/3rd of the way between the north pole and the equator.”
“And it incorporates the dimensions of the earth on a scale of 1 to 43,200 in its own dimensions.”
“So if you take the height of the Great Pyramid and multiply it by 43,200… you get the polar radius of the earth. Measure the base perimeter of the Great Pyramid… multiply it by the same factor, 43,200, and you get the equatorial circumference of the Earth.”
“Archaeologists know this. They say it’s a coincidence, total coincidence, just by chance.”
“However, I could agree with them actually if the scale was not 1 to 43,200. But the fact that it’s 1 to 43,200 changes everything because that belongs to a sequence of numbers that is found in ancient mythology all around the world… multiples of the number 72… derive from… the precession of the equinoxes.”
One of the most overlooked pieces of evidence near the Ark site is the drogue stones.
Ancient sailors used drogues as sea anchors, devices dragged behind a vessel to stabilize it in rough waters and keep it facing the waves.
If the flood was the greatest maritime disaster in human history, a vessel would have needed a way to remain stable in violent seas.
What's fascinating is that these massive stones are found in the same region as the Durupınar formation.
The Bible describes the Ark.
The mountains contain the boat-shaped formation.
And scattered around it are these enormous ancient seafaring stones.
At some point, the pieces start fitting together.
Declaraciones de Jurgen Klopp a ZDF, sobre la reanudación del juego retrasada por el árbitro, durante el cooling break del México-Sudáfrica para que terminaran los comerciales de algunas cadenas de TV:
"Esto es el fútbol siendo tomado como rehén por ejecutivos en oficinas con aire acondicionado".
"Estos supuestos 'descansos por el calor' nos los vendieron como un escudo para el bienestar de los jugadores, una noble espada contra el calor. ¿Pero en realidad? No es más que una jaula dorada construida para patrocinadores. Cuando vi a los jugadores parados durante un descanso por calor mientras los tiempos de televisión dictaban el ritmo del partido, no pude evitar preguntarme: ¿a quién está sirviendo realmente la Copa del Mundo? ¿A los aficionados?, ¿A los jugadores?, ¿O a los anunciantes?".
"Un partido de la Copa del Mundo debería fluir como un río. En cambio, estamos construyendo presas en medio de él para que los comerciales puedan pasar. Eso es peligroso para el espíritu del juego. El fútbol alguna vez fue el evento principal, pero ahora corre el riesgo de convertirse en la música de fondo de un espectáculo publicitario. Nos dicen que estos descansos son por el bienestar de los jugadores, y por supuesto la salud de los jugadores importa. Pero cuando el juego empieza a doblar sus rodillas ante los tiempos de la televisión, la gente va a hacer preguntas. El balón se supone que es la estrella. No un descanso comercial".
"La Copa del Mundo es la catedral del fútbol. Sin embargo, a veces da la sensación de que la hemos convertido en un centro comercial donde la caja registradora recibe más respeto que el propio partido. Si este es el futuro, entonces el fútbol ya no está siendo interrumpido por los anuncios. El fútbol se está convirtiendo en la interrupción entre los anuncios".