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Hajime Moriyasu: "Hoy en Monterrey muchos japoneses vinieron a apoyarnos y quiero agradecerles y no sólo a ellos, sino que también había muchos mexicanos que apoyaron a Japón; mientras no nos enfrentemos a México, espero que los japoneses sigan recibiendo apoyo histórico"

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JHH @PPHuit

1 day ago

La raza en Nuevo León con todo. Gran partido de Japón!

Samuel Cuervo @SamuelCuervo

2 days ago

Japoneses pisteando en la caja de una camioneta rumbo al estadio, ¿hay algo más mexicano?

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Samuel Cuervo @SamuelCuervo

2 days ago

Japoneses pisteando en la caja de una camioneta rumbo al estadio, ¿hay algo más mexicano?

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JHH @PPHuit

1 day ago

Esta jugada fue lo mejor de este sábado!!!

vids that go hard

@vidsthatgohard

1 day ago

This might be the greatest assist in history😮‍💨

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Olga Nesterova

@onestpress

1 day ago

Hello Mag: King Willem-Alexander, Queen Máxima and their daughter Princess Ariane entered the Curaçao FIFA World Cup team's locker room to celebrate with the players after their draw against Ecuador gave them their first ever WC point. The nation is part of the Kingdom of the Netherlands.

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NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依

@japan_nobunaga

1 day ago

I am a samurai. Tonight, my army won. Japan beat Tunisia, four to nothing, and I watched it in a bar full of strangers from countries that were not playing. By the second goal I had stood up so many times that the Mexican man beside me simply stood with me now, on principle, without checking why. I must be honest about something. They are called Samurai Blue. The team. So all night, every time they scored, the whole bar turned and looked at me, the actual samurai, as though I had personally sent these men onto the field. I did not correct them. A commander does not explain himself during a battle. The Tunisian was crushed. His team lost, badly, and he sat with his head down, and this is the part I think about. I had just beaten him. My army had crushed his. And yet I could not enjoy it while he was sad. So I put my arm around the man my country had just defeated, and I told him, with great seriousness, that his team had fought with honor. He did not speak Japanese. I do not speak Arabic. It did not matter. He understood that the winning samurai had chosen to sit with him in his defeat, and he wept, and then he laughed, and then he bought me a beer, which made no sense, he had lost, I should have bought HIM the beer, but you cannot argue with a man who has decided to be generous in his grief. The American, of course, had no team left in the tournament and had simply adopted Japan twenty minutes ago. By the third goal he was the loudest Japan fan in North America. He kept yelling "LET'S GO SAMURAI" directly at me. I raised my cup each time. We are blood now. He does not know my name. He thinks I coach the team. I have decided not to ruin this for him. By the end, four men who began the night as strangers stood in a circle, arms around each other, two of us happy, one of us heartbroken, one of us American, and all of us, somehow, exactly the same amount of alive. The Tunisian gave me his scarf. I gave him my respect. We will never meet again. I will keep that scarf until I die. My army won tonight. But I did not walk home thinking about the goals. I walked home thinking about the man I beat, who bought me a beer anyway. That is the one I will remember. The scoreboard forgets. The beer he bought me, I never will.

japan_nobunaga's tweet photo. I am a samurai. Tonight, my army won.

Japan beat Tunisia, four to nothing, and I watched it in a bar full of strangers from countries that were not playing. By the second goal I had stood up so many times that the Mexican man beside me simply stood with me now, on principle, without checking why.

I must be honest about something. They are called Samurai Blue. The team. So all night, every time they scored, the whole bar turned and looked at me, the actual samurai, as though I had personally sent these men onto the field. I did not correct them. A commander does not explain himself during a battle.

The Tunisian was crushed. His team lost, badly, and he sat with his head down, and this is the part I think about. I had just beaten him. My army had crushed his. And yet I could not enjoy it while he was sad. So I put my arm around the man my country had just defeated, and I told him, with great seriousness, that his team had fought with honor.

He did not speak Japanese. I do not speak Arabic. It did not matter. He understood that the winning samurai had chosen to sit with him in his defeat, and he wept, and then he laughed, and then he bought me a beer, which made no sense, he had lost, I should have bought HIM the beer, but you cannot argue with a man who has decided to be generous in his grief.

The American, of course, had no team left in the tournament and had simply adopted Japan twenty minutes ago. By the third goal he was the loudest Japan fan in North America. He kept yelling "LET'S GO SAMURAI" directly at me. I raised my cup each time. We are blood now. He does not know my name. He thinks I coach the team. I have decided not to ruin this for him.

By the end, four men who began the night as strangers stood in a circle, arms around each other, two of us happy, one of us heartbroken, one of us American, and all of us, somehow, exactly the same amount of alive.

The Tunisian gave me his scarf. I gave him my respect. We will never meet again. I will keep that scarf until I die.

My army won tonight. But I did not walk home thinking about the goals. I walked home thinking about the man I beat, who bought me a beer anyway. That is the one I will remember. The scoreboard forgets. The beer he bought me, I never will.

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JHH @PPHuit

1 day ago

@sistersaquinas respectfully, do you believe in the pope’s authority?

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JHH @PPHuit

2 days ago

Internete, sé que solo tú puedes hacer tu magia para encontrar a este ladrón.

édgar núñez i magaña 

@EdgarNunezM

2 days ago

Aquí se ve mejor el angelito

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JHH @PPHuit

2 days ago

1911…. Wow

Chef Juan Angel

@chefjuanangel

2 days ago

Así le propuso matrimonio mi bisabuelo a mi bisabuela 😍 San Pedro de la Cueva, Enero 19 de 1911 Señorita Belén E. Noriega Apreciable señorita: La presente es con el fin de saludarte y decirte lo siguiente: Hace algún tiempo te profeso y como no se ha presentado lugar para hacerlo verbalmente, me he servido por medio de ésta para ver si soy digno de tu amor y merezco ser correspondido, ofreciendo ser constante en amarte y efectuar nuestro matrimonio cuando tú lo dispongas… Espero con anhelo tu resolución sobre este asunto; si en efecto me amas, dar el paso que conviene de nuestro enlace matrimonial; de lo contrario, sepárame de aquel amor puro que te profeso. Tu apreciable servidor Ángel E. Vázquez

chefjuanangel's tweet photo. Así le propuso matrimonio mi bisabuelo a mi bisabuela 😍

San Pedro de la Cueva, Enero 19 de 1911

Señorita
Belén E. Noriega

Apreciable señorita:

La presente es con el fin de saludarte y decirte lo siguiente:

Hace algún tiempo te profeso y como no se ha presentado lugar para hacerlo verbalmente, me he servido por medio de ésta para ver si soy digno de tu amor y merezco ser correspondido, ofreciendo ser constante en amarte y efectuar nuestro matrimonio cuando tú lo dispongas…

Espero con anhelo tu resolución sobre este asunto; si en efecto me amas, dar el paso que conviene de nuestro enlace matrimonial; de lo contrario, sepárame de aquel amor puro que te profeso.

Tu apreciable servidor

Ángel E. Vázquez

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JHH @PPHuit

2 days ago

Esta es la única ciudad del mundo donde tenemos tormentas de 15 minutos con bolas de granizo del tamaño de canicas, y el sol sale después como si nada.