Mexico genuinely has one of the best stadiums at this World Cup, yet it's barely getting the recognition it deserves. That view is absolutely unreal. 🇲🇽
🚨🗣️New: Luis Suárez reacts to Uruguay’s arrival in the United States for the World Cup, where the squad faced sniffer dogs and rigorous security checks:
“I’ve been in football a long time, and I’ve seen tournaments all over the world. But what we’re witnessing here with the USA hosting this World Cup is deeply concerning. Take the Uruguay team arriving — world-class players like Manuel Ugarte, standing there with arms folded, looking utterly bewildered as sniffer dogs go through their bags like they’re common criminals. That image says it all. These are ambassadors of the game, not suspects at the border.
This isn’t hospitality; it’s humiliation dressed up as security. You’ve got a Somali referee, one of Africa’s best, denied entry despite a valid visa — a man who dreamed of officiating at the pinnacle of his career, turned away at the airport. African and South American delegations facing extra screenings, visa chaos for fans and officials from qualified nations. This is the ‘land of the free’ rolling out the red carpet? It feels more like a fortress with razor wire.
The beautiful game deserves better than being turned into a political football or a paranoid checkpoint. FIFA chased the dollars — and there are billions to be made, no doubt — but they’ve sold the soul of the tournament to a host that treats global football stars and supporters like potential threats. Meanwhile, American taxpayers and host cities are left holding a bill running into hundreds of millions for security and logistics that FIFA largely pockets.
Football has always been about unity, passion, and bringing people together across borders. Right now, under this hosting, it’s being strangled by suspicion and overreach. The world is watching these scenes and cringing. If this continues, it risks leaving a bitter taste that lingers far longer than any on-pitch glory. We needed a celebration of the game — not a showcase of division. Something has to change.”
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🚨 Absolute madness in the US right now as the Uruguay national team gets pulled to the side of the road and treated like straight-up suspects.
They literally just landed for the World Cup and security is already ripping their luggage open on the tarmac with sniffer dogs everywhere
Qatar and Russia hosted without this level of paranoia but the "land of the free" is handing out pure humiliation to Global South athletes before a single match is even played, the double standards are screaming.
"If it was good news, it would have been leaked. We'd all know about it. Donald Trump would stay around to sign and pass out pens. The fact that he is getting out of town does not bode well," @DavidJUrban says of the MOU.
I’m in 22A on a six-hour cross-country flight. I get to my seat, and a teenager maybe 17 is sitting there, headphones on, feet up on the seat structure. His dad is in 22B.
The dad looks up at me. "Hey. My son really wants to film the takeoff for his vlog. Do you mind swapping with him? He’s in 22C, the aisle."
"Sorry, no," I say. "I have a severe fear of takeoffs and I need to look at the horizon to keep from panicking." (A lie, but highly effective).
The dad rolls his eyes. "Seriously? It’s for his social media. Don’t be a buzzkill."
"Please have him move," I say, matching his tone.
The kid huffs, slams his phone down, and slides into the aisle seat. For the next three hours, the passive-aggressive coordination between father and son is relentless.
Every time I close my eyes, the dad "accidently" drops his heavy hardcover book onto my lap. When I wake up, the kid starts flipping the pages of a massive sky-mall magazine, violently snapping the pages back so they smack against my left arm. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Can you stop hitting my arm with the magazine?" I ask.
The kid shrugs. "It’s a public row, I can read how I want." The dad smirks.
They thought they were clever. I waited until the flight attendant walked past with the trash cart. I flagged her down, holding up my phone, which was secretly recording the row.
"Hi, sorry to bother you," I say loudly. "The passengers in B and C are playing a game where they keep dropping heavy objects onto me and striking my arm with magazines. I actually just recorded the last three times they did it. Is there an air marshal on board I can hand this footage to, or should I just file a report with corporate when we land?"