Imran Ahmed

[Fck Around N Find Out @FAFO_TV]

Bro had the worst escape attempt of all time 💀

[Mod @CFCMods]

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[🚘Brutal Cams🎥 @brutalcams]

The chances of a rabbit kicking you off your scooter are incredibly low… but never zero 😭

[𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢. @FireGoku_]

MJ while Peter was getting folded by the Hulk

[M Winspit @MattyWinspit]

@Boluwatiiffee 🙋‍♂️Miss, Miss, Marc swore at me.

[Imran Ahmed @IAak2908]

@obaaiidk it’s clear he’s not leaving chelsea after this. the argentina fans won’t spare him

[JnR @CFCJnR]

Enzo Fernandez came over to hug Reece James, Chalobah, and even Madueke as well.

Will at least the Captain still be his Chelsea teammate after the World Cup? Let's see.

[sports tweeter Matthias @sportswaatcher]

Kante and Pogba watching the Tchouameni Rabiot midfield pairing

[Berneese @theberneese]

Joao Pedro after Haaland’s 2nd goal

[Tom @TomJubb1867]

Wonderwall in their own fucking backyard.. I think I’m believing

[Polymarket FC @PolymarketFC]

🇨🇮 Yan Diomandé’s letter to his sister through @PlayersTribune:

“Dear Roxane,

Remember when someone bought me a fake United shirt, and I wrote “Ronaldo 7” on the back with a black Sharpie? We didn’t know what rich or poor was. We only knew happiness.

Remember the 25 people sleeping in just one house back in Abidjan? Mom wanted to watch her soap operas. Everyone wanted to watch movies. Remember how I’d always pretend I was asleep and then sneak to the TV room after midnight? I’d turn the TV way down low. Like, just two volume bars. I’d watch soccer in the dark and dream.

Remember when the grown-ups saw me playing soccer on the dirt and gave me the nickname “Roberto Carlos” because of how hard I kicked? And remember how I secretly got so mad about it, because CR7 was my idol?

Remember when I went to play so far from home? I was 9 years old. Inter Foot Sud Comoé, way out near the border with Ghana. Just a little boy all alone. I don’t know if I ever told you this story, but me and the other kids used to go to the village and steal potatoes because we were so hungry. We called it a “bank heist.” Two kids would distract the shop owner, and the other 18 would run off with two potatoes. They weren’t even good. But they tasted amazing. Hahahah. Even today, it’s my favorite thing to eat. Boiled potatoes with a little oil. It takes me back to those times.

Remember when I got my first real pair of cleats, and I slept with them? Growing up, I always played in those white plastic sandals. Even when I go back home now, I still play in them. It’s our tradition.

Remember when I’d come back home, and you’d tell my neighborhood friends: “Why’d you stop training? Yan’s not gonna buy you cars. You gotta keep working.” You were 10 years old, and you were already my agent.

Remember how we’d sit and dream about moving to France? How we’d go shopping, have our own apartment, and I’d be a rich soccer player, with cars and a big house, and you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. You were the one who always believed I could be the next Cristiano, when everyone else was laughing.

Remember when I moved to the United States for high school, at 15 years old, and I missed home so much? For months, I couldn’t understand what anyone was saying. They sat me next to a French boy, and he’d try to translate everything the teacher said. Remember when I called you and said: “You won’t believe it, the kids here argue with the teachers.” Back home, you know, we wouldn’t even dare blink at our elders.

Remember when I couldn’t believe the boys smoked after school? You used to say it felt like I was in an American TV show.

Remember when they took me for trials at Bournemouth? At Chelsea, Rangers, Olympiacos, Crystal Palace? Eze and Olise came up to me after a training session and said: “Hey, kid, you’re really good.”… but even then, they didn’t sign me.

Even the MLS B teams didn’t want me. I didn’t even know why. They never gave me a reason. The adults handled everything. They just kept taking me all over Europe, and everyone kept saying no.

My visa expired. My dream was over. They sent me back to Africa, and we cried together. You were the only one who never stopped believing. A few weeks later, I signed with Leganés, and we cried different tears.

That was back when I still had emotions. Now, I don’t feel anything. It’s like I’m not even human. Since you died, I’m just empty.”

[A.S @Checkazzz]

If he dominates the WC the way that he does

And gets immortalised , wins 2 WC and is top scorer ever whilst reaching 3 finals in a row

Does it even matter what he does at club level then ?😭

At that point , ur a genuine myth man .

And the immortalisation from WC outshines anything league or UCL gives u lowkey

[Village Guluva @VillageGuluva]

This Arsenal fan thought Arsenal had won after hearing 'Gabriel!' shouted by Peter Drury. 😩😩😂😂😂😂

[vids that go hard @vidsthatgohard]

Throwback to this legendary The Boys digital cover for entertainment weekly

[KJ @kj1310_]

This might be worse than that Ronaldo one hahahahahahaha

[Chelsea FC @ChelseaFC]

Eid Mubarak to all of our fans celebrating across the world. 💙🌙

[Oluwaseun 🇳🇬 @MobyChe]

What a picture man

[ish. @Ishreels]

It’s truly hilarious how a wrestler has to spell out something that is very basic storytelling for the audience to understand what he was going for. The game is truly gone.

[rixz ✨️ @rixzzter]

I official announce I've broken up with this retard.

[ChanMan @ChandranTheMan]

It’s poetic because “Never Give Up” was never about literally refusing to lose, it was about resilience and heart. On his final night, Cena choosing to tap isn’t weakness, it’s acceptance. After a career defined by fighting through everything, his last act is knowing when the fight is over and passing the torch. That contrast is what makes it poetic.

[Puddin' @PuddinToxic]

@RobbyTheBrain As a cena fan, I looked at it like this after taking my biased emotions out of it. He didn't give up, he let go. He let go of wwe to make room for the future. He knew his time was up. He smiled bc he knows he left wwe in a better place than where he found it. His ultimate goal.