Just bring my king Bruno back home, this hate he’s getting right now is INSANE
Everyone was fucking shit in that game but it’s only Bruno this, Bruno that. Fuck you and your agenda
48 teams have played and Amad Diallo has the most dribbles completed at this World Cup so far.
He came on as a substitute and played 34 minutes 🤯
Complete baller 💨
🚨🗣️ Felix Nmecha on why he prayed with the Curacao National Team after the game:
"In the match we are rivals, but after the game we are all Christians and we are all brothers."
"We shared a short prayer because we believe that Jesus is glorified through the game."
A Black man scoring the first goal of the 2026 World Cup to silence the African continent’s most hostile nation towards Black foreigners is absolutely poetic. Thank you, Mexico! 🇲🇽
In 1966, All African counties boycotted the World Cup to protest apartheid and how black South Africans were marginalized
In 2026, All African countries supported Mexico against South Africa in protest against their xenophobia
Live long enough
🏆 Referee announced for 2026 #SuperCup!
We're pleased to share that Somali referee Omar Artan will officiate the highly anticipated match between PSG and Aston Villa in Salzburg.
Good day to remind ourselves that God is glorified from the full operation of things, not just the winning. Because if winning is the measure, then Saka, Eze, and Timber losing tonight detracts from His glory. And that cannot be right.
Here is what is actually happening.
Ken Kutaragi built PlayStation. When he watches someone play at three in the morning, grinding a level they have failed thirty times, he is not waiting for them to win. He is watching someone be fully alive inside something he made. The tears of the losing player are not a malfunction of the product. They are the highest possible testimony to it. You do not lose sleep over something average. The investment, the obsession, the tears, the celebrations, all of it is the endorsement.
Now scale that logic to infinity.
God built an entire universe on this principle. He built something so precisely calibrated to human desire that it produces genuine stakes, genuine grief, genuine ecstasy, out of nothing but a ball and a pitch and eleven men on each side. You do not pray before a football final over something that does not matter. That is the signature of a Creator of incomprehensible scale.
The zebra at full speed declares something whether it escapes or not. The lion in full extension declares something whether it catches or not. Every moment carries full weight and nothing is throwaway.
Doué scoring and thanking Jesus, that is the full operation. Saka losing a UCL final after winning the league, that is the full operation. Eze and Timber leaving Budapest without the trophy they came for, full operation. All of it authored by the same hand, watched by the same eyes, none of it falling outside the delight of a God who built a platform of reality so immense, so precisely engineered for human intensity, that billions of people simultaneously care this deeply about the same ninety minutes.
Doué’s prayer was answered. Saka’s prayer was not, at least not tonight. God was not watching to see which answer would vindicate Him. He was watching His creation run at full intensity.
He was never waiting for a winner.