Estoy casado con una inglesa de Londres y vivimos en Buenos Aires hace varios años.
Va un comentario sobre cómo ven los ingleses a la Argentina, a ver si sacamos de una vez la fantasía de que nos odian y nos guardan rencor.👇
El inglés de las últimas generaciones:
— No tiene idea de qué son las Malvinas.
— No sabe que hubo una guerra con la Argentina.
— Ama a Messi.
— Se copa con el mate y con casi todo nuestro folclore.
Harry Kane no fue a la guerra. Bellingham no es Margaret Thatcher. El inglés promedio que va a la cancha quiere ganarle a la Argentina, y punto.
Acá nos encantan decenas de bandas de rock inglesas, leemos —o deberíamos leer— a Stevenson, Chesterton, Wilde y De Quincey, hay veinte colegios ingleses, se practica rugby en mil clubes y nos reimos de Monty Python. Mil aportes culturales que nos dieron, y otros tantos que les dimos nosotros.
Dicen odiar al Imperio con la camiseta de un deporte que inventaron ellos.
Un Estado toma posiciones. Una persona toma el subte. No son la misma cosa, y confundirlas es la forma más cómoda de odiar porque te ahorra el trabajo de conocer a alguien.
El inglés promedio es una persona absolutamente normal, con muchísimo más en común con el argentino promedio de lo que uno se imagina. No hay plan mayor. No hay conspiración.
Entiendo que Malvinas tiene su mística, pero hay que aprender a separar un momento histórico puntual de personas que no tuvieron nada que ver.
El día que aceptemos que un desconocido no es nuestro enemigo, vamos a poder pasar de página y vivir en una sociedad más feliz y pacífica.
Porque la verdad incómoda es esta: les guardamos mucho más rencor del que ellos nos guardan a nosotros.
Hoy son noventa minutos. Que gane el mejor, y después nos vamos a comer un asado juntos con scones de postre.
🇦🇷🤝🇬🇧
Fizik yasalarının bize oynadığı en acımasız oyunlardan biri kütleçekim hızının ışık hızıyla aynı olmasıdır yani güneş şu an bir anda tamamen yok olsaydı biz bunu ancak 8 dakika sonra fark edebilirdik ama işin çılgın ve ürkütücü tarafı şu ki dünya o yok olmuş güneşin etrafında 8 dakika boyunca hiçbir şey olmamış gibi kusursuz bir yörüngede dönmeye devam ederdi çünkü kütleçekiminin yokluk bilgisi bile uzayda bir hız sınırına tabidir ve o bilgi bize ulaşana kadar evrende çoktan yok olmuş bir hayaletin etrafında dönmeye devam edersin
Her şey normal görünür güneş tenini ısıtmaya devam eder bitkiler fotosentez yapar sabah uyandığında her şey yerli yerindedir ama merkez tamamen bomboştur sadece o yokluğun haberi henüz sana ulaşmamıştır
Şimdi şunu düşün hayatımızda da bizi ayakta tutan bizi kendine çeken o çok sevdiğimiz veya hayatımızın koskoca merkezine koyduğumuz insanların içten içe bizi çoktan terk ettiğini bizi artık sevmediğini veya hayatımızdan zihnen tamamen çıktığını aylar yıllar sonra fark etmemiz tam olarak bu kozmik gecikme yüzünden midir
Birisi senden vazgeçtiğinde bu anında gerçekleşen bir patlama değildir merkezdeki yıldız aniden söner ama sen onun yörüngesinde dönmeye devam edersin çünkü o vazgeçişin kütleçekim dalgası sana henüz ulaşmamıştır aynı evin içinde yaşanır aynı masaya oturulur gülüşülür yarına dair planlar yapılır sen her şeyin eskisi gibi olduğunu sanırsın ama o insan oradan çoktan gitmiştir sadece o mesafeyi katetmesi gereken zaman henüz dolmamıştır
Biz çoktan yok olmuş hayalet sevgilerin hayalet dostlukların etrafında hiçbir şey yokmuş gibi dönmeye devam eden ve o acı çekim dalgasının bize ulaşıp bizi uzay boşluğuna savurmasını bekleyen çaresiz birer gezegen miyiz
Bazen bir ilişkinin bittiğini anladığın o yıkıcı an bitiş anı değildir o sadece yokluk bilgisinin sana nihayet ulaştığı andır ve sen o an anlarsın ki aylardır belki de yıllardır orada olmayan birinin etrafında dönüp durmuşsun dokunma diye bir şey yok yörünge diye bir şey yok sadece evrenin bize söylediği en tatlı yalanın bitişi var
Dieciséis años atrás. Leo Messi celebraba su cumpleaños 23 en el Mundial de Sudáfrica 2010 en una habitación que compartió 40 días con Juan Sebastián Verón en Pretoria. La Brujita tenía tres mundiales encima, su liderazgo era furioso. También infundía miedo y respeto. Ese fue el personaje que escogió Maradona para que acompañara a Leo en la Copa del Mundo en la que ya aterrizaría como la figura de Argentina. ¿La misión? Fungirlo como el líder espiritual del plantel.
Con mirada perdida, Messi se la pasaba viendo los DVD que repartía como un contrabandista Javier Mascherano: se veía la serie de El Cartel de Los Sapos, acerca de narcotraficantes colombianos. Pero su tranquilidad se esfumó cuando Diego llamó a su habitación dos días antes del tercer partido de la fase de grupos ante Grecia. “Vos vas a llevar el brazalete de capitán”.
Esas 48 horas, cuenta Verón, lo vio más nervioso que nunca. El partido no tenía nada que ver… era más bien lo que tenía que hacer antes: dar un discurso. Quitarse cinco tipos de encima, tranqui, pero decir 13 palabras seguidas le costaba una vida. “Qué digo?”. “Decí lo que sentís y te va a salir solo”, respondió la Brujita.
Un líder silencioso. Que no le gusta ser el tipo que más se hace notar, el que más grita, el que más escupe. En la cancha hablamos. Y en Catar tuvo un ataque maradoniano: le hizo el festejo de Riquelme a Van Gaal como símbolo de fútbol sudamericano. Necesitábamos un símbolo y Messi nos lo ofreció. Qué mirá, bobo, qué mirá.
Pero había un fastasma, que hasta hoy, la vida no le tenía a Messi: los ingleses y las Malvinas. Cuarentón, corrió, metió y generó de sus pies la remontada épica en los últimos minutos. Leo no fue Diego, fue Messi.
El Avatar está completo.
Hace 10 años, Luis De La Fuente fue profesor de Lionel Scaloni en el curso de entrenador de la Federación Española. Allí, se convirtieron en grandes amigos, pues ambos comparten el principio de la importancia de gestionar al futbolista y al grupo, más allá de la táctica.
Ninguno de los 2 ha dirigido a un Club de primera división. Pero el domingo, se enfrentarán en una final de un Mundial dirigiendo a España y Argentina. Espectacular, amigos 👏🏻
Hay partidos que trascienden el fútbol.
Como Veterano de Malvinas, hoy solo quiero agradecerles a estos chicos por la enorme alegría y la inmensa caricia al alma que nos regalaron.
El deporte nunca cambia la historia, pero a veces ayuda a sanar emociones que siguen muy vivas.
Informa @MauricioYmay que Juan Manuel Lillo se unirá al cuerpo técnico de Rafa Márquez en la Selección Mexicana. El DT español formó parte del CT de Pep Guardiola en el Manchester City. De igual forma dirigió a Dorados de Culiacán en el futbol mexicano.🇲🇽🤝🏼🇪🇸
El equipo del ‘Kaiser’ en el Tri va tomando forma.📋✅
¡ESTA IMAGEN NOS EMOCIONÓ A TODOS! ❤️🇪🇸
Hace exactamente un año, Pedri vivía uno de los momentos más duros de su carrera tras perder la final de la Nations League ante Portugal.
Después de aquella derrota, publicó un mensaje que pocos entendieron: 190726. Era la fecha de la gran final de la Copa del Mundo. Muchos pensaron que era una locura. Otros, que simplemente estaba soñando demasiado.
Hoy, después de clasificar con España a la final del Mundial, Pedri volvió a compartir esos mismos números. Pero esta vez añadió un 🔒.
El mensaje es claro: nunca dejó de creer. Desde aquella noche convirtió el 19 de julio de 2026 en su objetivo, trabajó en silencio, superó los golpes y hoy está a un solo partido de cumplir el sueño más grande que puede tener un futbolista.
La mentalidad mueve montañas.
Ahora solo queda un paso.
VAMOS, PEDRI ⭐🏆
Rodri in 2024: “When I turned 14, I went to this summer camp in the middle of the forest in Connecticut. Even the name, ‘Conn-et-ee-cut,’ sounded crazy for a kid from Madrid. But when I arrived, it was like I was stepping into a Hollywood movie. You know the movies where the kids go to the camp on a big lake and there’s wooden canoes and you’re climbing trees and sleeping in tents and starting fires with sticks? It was really like that. You’re eating the marshmallows and the biscuits, you know? Over the fire? With the chocolate?
S’mores. Incredible.
No phones. No Wi-Fi. I’m all by myself in a new country, trying to make friends. ‘Hello, I am Rodrigo. I am from Madrid.’ (My teammates are already laughing, I can hear them.) I was always saying, in my broken English, ‘OK, guys, when are we going to play football?’
‘Yeah, Rodrigo. We’re playing later. We’re gonna throw the pig skin around.’
I’m thinking: ‘The pig skin??’
‘Come on, bro. Like the NFL.’
Honestly, I kind of liked it. It was fun.
But I kept saying, ‘I want to play soccer, guys.’
‘Sawker? We’re not playing sawker, mayn.’
To make it worse, I actually arrived there during the start of the 2010 World Cup. I couldn’t even check the internet, so I was in pain. But there was a little computer in the office of the main cabin, and every single day, I would ask the camp counselors to tell me who won the games. Spain lost the first match to Switzerland, if you remember. I thought they were messing with me.
‘Switzerland? Really? You sure you googled it right?’
Anyway, time is going by, and Spain start playing better. Knockouts — they keep winning. Then the semifinal against Germany — I’m dying. I’m on a canoeing trip, I think. I keep asking the main counselor, ‘Please, please can you just find out the score?’
Finally, we get back to the cabins and somebody tells me: ‘Spain are in the final.’
I never felt so far from home, but also close to home, if you understand what I mean.
For the final, I begged the main counselor to let me watch on his computer. He said OK, sure. Then he brings out this computer, and it’s like a 10-inch screen. You remember those mini laptop PCs? It was one of those. Tiny. I’m thinking: It’s beautiful. I don’t care. Just let me watch.
I don’t know how we did it, because we were in the middle of the woods, but I must have found a stream that was not exactly legal, and I watched the final, surrounded by Americans who didn’t care about what was happening.
When Iniesta scored, I literally started screaming and I ran outside and sprinted around the lake.
‘Vaaaamoooooosssss!!!!!!!!!! Aaaahahhhhhhhhh ¡¡¡¡¡jajajajajajajaja!!!! ¡Viva España!’
The Americans thought I was crazy. They were shaking their heads.
They were looking at me like, ‘Wait, is the Spanish guy crying? Over the sawker?’
They couldn’t understand what it meant to me. They thought I was crazy. And maybe I am crazy.” https://t.co/iz5D3BWP4K
@ManCity | @SEFutbol
Micheal Bublé says his life ended the day his 3 year old son was diagnosed with cancer
‘We got the diagnosis and that was it man my whole life ended it’s too hard to talk about’
‘I cancelled everything pulled my kid out of school and moved the entire family to children hospital Los Angeles I didn’t sing for two years’
‘I remember sitting in the hospital room thinking I was worried about record sales what Noah told me: Spider-Man is amazing,Superman is amazing but they’re fake You’re the Real Superhero’
🚨New: Pep reacts to Jude Bellingham’s comments criticizing Thomas Tuchel after England’s 2-1 win over Norway at the 2026 World Cup:
🗣️ “First of all, Jude is an exceptional player. Exceptional. I love his mentality, I love his courage, I love that he always wants responsibility. This is why he is where he is. So this is not criticism of Jude as a player.
But I have to defend Thomas because I know what it means to be in that position. People think when a coach speaks after a victory, he should only celebrate. No. This is not the job. The job is to improve the players, improve the team, improve every detail. This is the responsibility.
Thomas is one of the best coaches in the world. His standards are incredibly high. If he says the performance was not good enough after winning, maybe he is not attacking the players. Maybe he is protecting the future of the team.
The players, the players… they always think about today. The coaches, we have to think about tomorrow, next week, the next knockout game. This is the difference.
People misunderstand demanding coaches. They think if we speak critically after winning, we are unhappy. No, no, no. We are happy with the result. But football is not only about the result. Football is about the process that gives you the result again and again and again.
Winning one game can happen in many ways. Winning tournaments consistently happens because your standards never go down.
Sometimes people say, “You have to win dirty.” Maybe. Sometimes football is ugly. Sometimes you suffer. Sometimes you defend your box. Sometimes you survive. This is part of football.
But if your philosophy becomes winning dirty, then one day you will lose dirty as well.
Our ambition should always be to control the game. Control the ball. Control the spaces. Press together. Attack together. Defend together. Reduce transitions. Make the opponent run. Make the game belong to you. This is what the great teams try to do.
Perfection does not exist. I have said this many times. It is impossible. But every single day we chase it because in chasing perfection, maybe we arrive at excellence.
After victories, I am often more demanding than after defeats. Why? Because after defeats everybody listens. After victories, everybody relaxes. That is the dangerous moment.
The players, the players… they need honesty. Not comfort. Honesty.
If Thomas tells his team, “We won, but we can play much better,” that is a gift. It is not punishment. It is respect. He believes they are capable of more.
The greatest players I have worked with never stopped accepting difficult conversations. They wanted more information, more details, more corrections. Why? Because they understood that feedback is not the enemy of confidence. Feedback is the path to becoming even better.
When an elite coach challenges an elite player, it is because he sees another level that maybe nobody else sees yet.
So I understand the emotions after the match. I understand defending your teammates. I like that. But Thomas deserves enormous respect because coaches who demand more are usually the ones who help players become the very best versions of themselves.
At the end, football is simple. You can celebrate the victory tonight. Tomorrow morning, you start improving again. That is football. That is why we love this game.
—@ResiFootball
Esta madre sin un mango que le dibujó a mano el álbum del Mundial a su hijo. Y su alegría porque le "sale" Messi. Juro que no los quería hacer llorar, pero acá está todo. Después dicen que el fútbol son 22 millonarios corriendo detrás de una pelota. Buen día.
Erling Haaland the last Norwegian player to leave the stadium. Stayed behind until 9:30 PM local time to take photos with family and other fans. He became one of the most beloved players in the sport by Americans during this tournament. #worldcup2026
In a game full of ego, Olise chose to stand by the people who stand by him ❤️
About a month ago, Olise deleted all his photos on Instagram. People thought he was putting pressure on Bayern Munich’s management after the media started talking about Real Madrid’s interest. But the story turned out to be something else entirely.
Olise has a private photographer named Florence Pernet who attends all his matches with him and takes special photos that are different from what the other journalists shoot. He always posts only her photos on his Instagram. The thing is, during the World Cup, the U.S. authorities refused her entry.
As a result, Olise decided to delete everything. In support of her, he chose not to post anything on his account except the photos she takes from the TV screen. If you open his account now, you’ll see that all the photos look like they were taken from a screen — not live shots.
She’s sitting at home, respected and well taken care of, watching him on the television and photographing the screen. And the player, in turn, completely ignores all the high-quality 4K photos and fancy professional shots that are taken for him — he only posts hers.
Honestly, after this whole situation, my respect and admiration for Olise has grown even more. Bless his parents for raising such a decent, grounded guy who never forgets anyone who works with him and always has their back ❤️