George Carvajal

[Vfynn_🥷🏼 𐙚 @Vfynn_]

Zlatan Ibrahimovic on to Gianni Infantino’s plan to sell stakes in the FIFA World Cup:

🗣️ “Listen to me carefully, because most of these people in suits have never understood the game and never will.

They create a subsidiary. Call it FIFA Forward Enterprise. Keep majority control on paper. Sell 20% to investors who have never smelled grass. Then wave $20 million in front of every federation and pretend it’s democracy.

That is not structure. That is a magic trick for lawyers. FIFA keeps the majority. FIFA keeps the board. FIFA keeps “exclusive authority” over governance, the calendar, the rules, everything that sounds important on paper. The investors get no operational role. They are only buying a slice of the cash machine. FIFA even says the investors are buying into the subsidiary, not into FIFA itself, so “nothing changes.”

I have seen this movie before. Nothing changes… until the numbers start talking. Once private money owns a permanent piece of the World Cup’s revenue, the pressure never stops. More tournaments. Bigger formats. Different calendar. Different priorities. Because investors do not care about the soul of the game. They care about return. And when the federations are already bought with the $20 million “gift” and the bigger Forward payments, who exactly is going to say no?

This is the same FIFA that spent decades selling the World Cup under the table. I remember the 2015 arrests. Swiss police walking into the hotel in Zurich and taking officials out in the early morning. Racketeering. Bribes. Money laundering. Hundreds of millions paid for television rights, for marketing rights, for World Cup votes. South Africa 2010. Qatar. The whole circus under Blatter. Jack Warner. Chuck Blazer singing to the Americans. Blatter and Platini banned for that $2 million “gentlemen’s agreement” that suddenly appeared when it was convenient. The Ethics Committee, the indictments, the years of “we are cleaning the house.”

And now the house is cleaner, they say. Now instead of brown envelopes and secret payments, we have subsidiaries, minority non-controlling stakes, permanent capital vehicles, JPMorgan valuations, and carefully selected long-term partners. Same hunger for money. Same system of buying loyalty from the 211 associations. Only the language got more expensive.

Infantino stands there and talks about democracy and opportunity. I am Zlatan. I do not need the $20 million and I do not need the speech. Most of these federations do need the money. That is exactly why this structure is dangerous. You are not offering development. You are offering a transaction: take the cash, vote yes by September, and stay quiet while pieces of the World Cup become private equity assets.

Football does not belong to FIFA. FIFA belongs to football. The moment you put shareholders inside the commercial heart of the World Cup and call it progress, you have already admitted the game is for sale. They just found a prettier way to write the contract this time.

I played at the highest level. I saw real power and real money. This is neither. This is bureaucracy protecting itself while selling the one thing that still belongs to the people who actually love the game.

Keep your structure. Keep your valuations. Keep your minority non-controlling stakes. The World Cup was never meant to have owners in suits. It was meant to be bigger than all of you.

[Pablo Juanarena Aós @ElSpeaker]

BBC cerrando la Copa del Mundo como hay que cerrar una Copa del Mundo. Enhorabuena a Alex Ewing por el montaje. https://t.co/Q6iH9lmFIj

[Bayesic @BayesicMK8]

I wouldn’t even be mad if it was a good game, but this is literally one of the worst games of the entire cup

US was just whack the entire time, with like half their fucking passes going straight to Belgium

[HandofArsenal @HandofArsenal]

Greatest picture I have laid eyes on

[DailyAFC @DailyAFC]

Mikel Arteta speaks to the players in a meeting after winning the Premier League… ❤️🏆

🗣️ “You have sent a message to sport, to football, to a lot of people, how you win & how you deserve to win something. It’s in your heart, your soul, your values.” 😤

[NBC Sports Soccer @NBCSportsSoccer]

THE 22 YEAR WAIT IS OVER. ARSENAL ARE PREMIER LEAGUE CHAMPIONS!

[Football on TNT Sports @footballontnt]

Every Arsenal fan during that stoppage time VAR review 😅

[Piers Morgan @piersmorgan]

OMG.
My heart stopped for 5 minutes.
That was unbearable.
But we won… we’re 5pts clear… we’re 2 games from being Champions.
Football.. BLOODY HELL!!!!

[Matt Wallace @MattWallace888]

James Van Der Beek’s final message to the world is one of the most powerful things I have ever heard. Stop whatever you are doing and listen to this! 🥺

[afcstuff @afcstuff]

ALWAYS & FOREVER. ❤️‍🔥

[George Carvajal @gcarv19]

@Footballguys I got passed Puka and Chase Brown!! Still in shock

[Footballguys Fantasy Football @Footballguys]

Rico Dowdle Weeks 1-4 on the Panthers bench

[Christian @Christian_NYYST]

Do you remember back in 2008 when the #Yankees missed the postseason and then they went bananas in the offseason and added CC Sabathia, A.J. Burnett, Mark Teixeira and Nick Swisher to a team that already had Derek Jeter, Robinson Cano, Alex Rodriguez, Johnny Damon, Jorge Posada, Hideki Matsui, Andy Pettitte and Mariano Rivera?

Because I do 😔

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[Channel 3 @channel3gg]

Almost three months for an update on the Nintendo Switch 2?? Let the wait for April 2 begin.

[George Carvajal @gcarv19]

@channel3gg Helldivers 2... no idea why 🤣

[Channel 3 @channel3gg]

Definitely how I sound trying to convince someone to try Helldivers II with me

[Ian Hest 🟦 @IanHest]

Canada just made the Copa Semi

The USA and Mexico didn’t make it out of their groups.

Whoever you are, wherever you’re from, that’s a fact.

[c3.gg/thunder @thunderpump_]

Everyone go follow @channel3gg!!! I promise you won’t be disappointed!!

[Troll Football @TrollFootball]

Arsenal fans watching Fulham vs Man City