Og før en eneste riks- eller lokalpolitiker henger seg på jubelen. Norsk ishockey har elendige vilkår ! Antall haller og isflater er færre enn bare i Stockholm, barn og unge får mange steder knapt treningstid. Bygg ut haller landet rundt. Det er smart på så mange måter .
Vi har slått Sverige, uavgjort mot Canada og i dag utklasser vi Tsjekkia. Gratulerer til hockeygutta som er klare for kvartfinale! Alt er mulig for disse gutta 🏒🇳🇴
STORY: Emil Lilleberg has played some of his best hockey lately for the @TBLightning, something he credits to growth in confidence—and his game.
The #GoBolts coaches have noticed, too.
“Things are starting to happen for him.”
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On the eve of the new season without Diogo, it’s hard not to think of all we’ve lost.
He’d just gotten married. Just lifted a Premier League title. Just scored the kind of derby goal that seals legacies. He wasn’t slowing down. He was entering his prime. Stepping into a new chapter under Slot, with creativity ready to reshape the attack. Imagine how many more chances he’d have had. How many he’d had taken. And now he’s gone. Alongside his younger brother André. A crash. A loss. A silence.
And somehow, a song.
In the days since, it hasn’t stopped playing in my head. His chant. That melody. That feeling. That rhythm we sang for him - not because we were told, not because the club hyped it, but because he made us want to. Because he earned it. Because he never asked.
There’s a type of footballer Liverpool fans adore. The ones who don’t chase headlines. Who get knocked down, get back up and get on with it. Who don’t beg for love, but get it anyway because they show up. Jota was exactly that.
Not the most followed on Instagram. Not the most marketable. Not the flashiest boots. But he turned up - in the big games, the tight games, the moments where others went missing.
Think about it. Spurs at Anfield. Wolves away. City, Arsenal, United. Forest in the Cup. Forest away in the league with his first touch. He didn’t pad stats. He changed outcomes. When we needed a goal, needed a break, needed a bloody miracle, Jota was there. Half a yard. Back post. Low finish. Boom.
He wasn’t loud. But he was always heard. That’s what made the chant perfect.
Most songs are for stars. Jota wasn’t that. Didn’t want to be. But we sang. And it stuck.
Born out of love, but also joy. A happy song with a bounce, a rhythm, and unmistakably his.
He sang it too. Remember that moment? One arm in the air, laughing, half-shouting the words back to the fans. Not a man obsessed with his own brand, just someone overwhelmed that people cared.
That’s the thing. He didn’t need the adoration, which made us give it more freely.
He had a knack for goals that felt bigger than they should - ones that didn’t just change the scoreline but shifted the mood. Not always the opener. Not always the headline. But the one that tipped the balance, cracked the tension, made you believe again. That was Jota. The one that tilted everything.
He played like a man who knew the value of time. That urgency. That snap. It makes a grim kind of sense now. He didn’t waste minutes. He squeezed them. Like they mattered. Like he knew.
My favourite Jota goal is also my least favourite, because I took it for granted. I was so caught up in the relief, in the emotion. We’d kept the gap to Arsenal. The title was on the brink. The derby was being won. That was what mattered - the result, the breathing space. Number 20. Not Jota.
I thought I had time. Thought I’d see it again and again. That’s the thing - we take things for granted. We plan them like certainties. Assume there’ll always be a next time. But there isn’t.
That goal sums him up. Liverpool were flat. I was convinced we might not score. It felt like Goodison two months before, tension clinging to everything. But Jota shifted it. His will to win, that tenacity, that instinct, dragged the ball into the net. That was the difference. That was Diogo. A real winner. A match-definer.
His brother André, who wasn’t just family but his best friend. Diogo once said André was his favourite player to watch. That says everything.
And Rute’s words - “One month of our ‘until death do us part’. Forever, your white girl” - have broken the entire fanbase. Because the love was real. And the loss is total.
You don’t retire numbers for just anyone. Liverpool never had. Until now.
There are tribute programmes and the banners and black-and-white images of him lifting the Premier League trophy. But what hits hardest is that the chant doesn’t stop.
It’s on loop.
And that’s how it should be. And we’ll sing it now for a hundred years. For Diogo.❤️🇵🇹
After 20 years at Liverpool Football Club, now is the time for me to confirm that I will be leaving at the end of the season.
This is easily the hardest decision I’ve ever made in my life.
I know many of you have wondered why or been frustrated that I haven’t spoken about this yet, but it was always my intention to keep my full focus on the team’s best interests, which was securing No.20.
This club has been my whole life – my whole world - for 20 years. From the Academy right through until now, the support and love I have felt from everyone inside and outside of the club will stay with me forever. I will forever be in debt to you all.
But, I have never known anything else and this decision is about experiencing a new challenge, taking myself out of my comfort zone and pushing myself both professionally and personally.
I’ve given my all every single day I’ve been at this club, and I hope you feel like I’ve given back to you during my time here.
From the bottom of my heart, I thank everybody – my coaches, my managers, my teammates, the staff and our incredible supporters - for the last 20 years.
I’ve been blessed enough to live out my dreams here and I will never, ever take for granted the special moments I’ve been fortunate enough to have lived through with you all. My love for this club will never die.
Years ago when I was recruiting for Cornell, I remember watching a preseason game in Western Canada with Brett Larson, now the Head Coach at St. Cloud.
The game we were watching was turning into a bit of a blowout in the second period and wasn’t going to be a great evaluation so we got into talking some hockey. Just an unreal hockey mind and a great coach.
At one point he goes to me - “Watch every time a team makes 3 passes in a row and see what happens…”
I was like OK, not thinking much of it.
But then as we keep talking and I’m watching, very rarely are there three passes being made on the tape in a row. It’s a dump, someone tries to beat someone one on one, it’s a turnover, etc…
And then finally BOOM three passes in a row - and there’s a scoring chance.
Go a little while longer, not a ton of plays being made and then BOOM again - three passes on the tape in a row and there’s a scoring chance.
It didn’t happen often, but when it did…offensive chances and goals were created. It was like clockwork.
PASSING is the most underrated and under-worked-on skill in hockey. Hockey is a TEAM game and when I watch the game, especially at the youth levels, the team that passes the puck better typically wins. We need to prioritize it more with our kids…BIG TIME.
This goal is an incredible example. Just flawless execution of passing, making the game look so beautiful. What a display of hockey sense, support, puck protection, and poise.
I know there’s a lot of coaches out there on social media working their ass off to create content. Only problem is, 90% of the content I see from skills coaches on social media have zero passing in them. The kids are seeing dangles, tight turns, spins, etc…but they aren’t seeing what is going to make them an actual “hockey player”.
High level scouts today are telling us all the time they’re seeing a ton of skilled players…who just don’t understand the game. They can all do “The Michigan”, they have incredible speed and hands…but they struggle to make plays or play as part of a unit.
Working on skills is important - but let’s make sure that we don’t forget the one most important for playing a team game. If we get back to that, we’ll see a lot more goals like this one in the future.