🚨⚫️🔵 EXCLUSIVE: Inter agree deal to sign Curtis Jones from Liverpool, here we go! 💣
Verbal agreement in place at €35m package fee from #LFC, agreement also with the player and medical being planned next.
🚨⚫️🔵 Djed Spence to Inter, here we go! Verbal agreement in place now with Tottenham for England RWB.
Transfer fee worth €31.5m.
Full agreement also with Spence who wanted the move as revealed over recent days. Deal in place.
🚨⚫️🔵 BREAKING: John Stones to Inter, here we go! Approval on contract terms just arrived, all confirmed.
Deal until June 2028, no option for further year. Salary around €4m net per season.
Stones will undergo medical in Milano soon.
Story from today, confirmed. 🏴
Nella sua autobiografia Silvio Baldini parlava così di sua figlia che oggi è volata in cielo 💔
"Mia figlia Valentina è una bimba, perché per me rimarrà sempre la mia bambina, disabile. Nel tempo poi ho capito che mia figlia Valentina, con la sua disabilità, è una bambina di 4 anni nel corpo di una donna.
Oggi vive la sua vita con serenità, non vuole lo specchio o il rossetto, non vuole essere vista come una bella ragazza, lei vive nel suo mondo con i suoi pensieri e i suoi svaghi. Vuole inseguire le formiche che camminano per terra oppure vuole i bicchierini degli yogurt e si diverte a tagliarli.
Il suo mondo è legato a queste sue sensazioni che la fanno star bene. I medici ci hanno sempre detto che questa bimba non avrebbe avuto una vita lunga e per questo ha sempre dormito con me e mia moglie, perché il pensiero di alzarmi e trovarla morta mi angosciava.
Tutt'oggi dormiamo sempre insieme, abbiamo un letto matrimoniale un po' più grande e dormiamo sempre noi tre. Quando la notte sogna ride continuamente e se non lo fa significa che sta male, che ha l'influenza o un altro tipo di problema; però quando sogna lei ride sempre, ride, ride, ride e la sua risata è veramente contagiosa.
Quando ride, non lo fa come tutti noi, lo fa con la voce
alta e quindi è una cosa strana perché ti chiedi se è sveglia, ma invece sta dormendo e continua a sognare..
Valentina mi ha fatto capire cosa significhi amare incondizionatamente così come mia moglie mi ha fatto capire cosa voglia dire costruirsi una famiglia".
🥺🇦🇷 Lautaro Martínez: “Since the first day my dad bought me a pair of football boots, I dreamed of this moment”.
“My kids, my family here… this moment will be unforgettable”.
🇨🇮 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.”