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11th February 2014

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ixnay-on-the-oddk:

exp3ctopatr0num:

aliciaaadanielle:

shotquns:

hot doctor game too strong

woah

Hello hello

that just unsafe, I mean, heart rates…and stuff…

ixnay-on-the-oddk:

exp3ctopatr0num:

aliciaaadanielle:

shotquns:

hot doctor game too strong

woah

Hello hello

that just unsafe, I mean, heart rates…and stuff…

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3rd February 2014

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castieltherebel:

hey-sass-butt:

youovershare:

Can you at least put your rage aside for this adorable minimoose 5 second? Cause really, it’s adorable.

HE’S GOTTEN SO BIG AND THAT MEANS IM GETTING OLD NO HELP 

that kid is really into his football

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3rd February 2014

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fav football moments - 16/10/12 Spain v France - Sergio Ramos celebrates his goal

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3rd February 2014

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 “Win, win and win!” 

When you’re a child and you’re just starting off in the world of football, you live off of illusions, of dreams that you hope someday will come true because you think you’re capable of doing anything and everything. Since I was ten years old, I’ve seen teammates, friends, much more talented than I am, having their careers cut short. What I saw and experienced in the beginning was nothing more than an accelerated learning process, the result of me being inside an actual football dressing room at age seventeen. I started noticing that professional football had very little to do with the football I thought I knew. 

That’s when Luis came into my life. He was my football mentor, the man who halted my ambitions until I was truly prepared to face them, who advised me and nurtured me, and who told me who were the people who actually appreciated me for who I was and who were there out of interest. He told me how the media worked. He reinforced the values I’d grown up with throughout my whole life, the ones from the old days. He used to tell me, almost every day: “Niño, you don’t know anything about anything!”. With the passing of the years, I came to understand that he did it because he cared deeply for me. Frankly, I never saw him do the same with any other player. He was preparing me to go wherever I wanted to go, and he was doing so out of the love he had for me and that he’d always have. He believed in me. 

In our second era together, he did for the Spanish National team what he’d done for me years before. He put our feet on the ground and told us: “Egos need to go out the door, you’re no better than anyone until you don’t become a team”. And that process was full of bumps along the road, of enemies that we successfully let behind us as he’d assured us that we had to go through that to accomplish our goals. And when we finally got it, his constant pep talks of us becoming champions of Europe didn’t sound much like pep talks anymore, or like motivational speeches, but like actual possibilities. He made us believe that we needed to take that first, big, difficult step to accomplish even greater dreams. And he did it when we were at our lowest, when the results were less than favorable and the naysayers were louder than ever. But we lived inside a bubble that Luis had created for us and only us. That strategy had a happy ending as we all know, and he will go down in history as the man who changed Spanish football, the man who made us dream, believe, fight, and win. “Win, win and win!”, we used to scream before every match. 

He’s not among us anymore, but the ones who knew him in life have already won, the ones who learned from him won again, and the ones who read about his passing with tears in our eyes, we thank him, because we’re still winning, and thanks to him, we will keep on winning, always. You’ll never leave us, you’ve left us your immeasurable legacy. 

Thank you, old man. Rest in peace. 

- Fernando Torres (x)
“Win, win and win!”
When you’re a child and you’re just starting off in the world of football, you live off of illusions, of dreams that you hope someday will come true because you think you’re capable of doing anything and everything. Since I was ten years old, I’ve seen teammates, friends, much more talented than I am, having their careers cut short. What I saw and experienced in the beginning was nothing more than an accelerated learning process, the result of me being inside an actual football dressing room at age seventeen. I started noticing that professional football had very little to do with the football I thought I knew.
That’s when Luis came into my life. He was my football mentor, the man who halted my ambitions until I was truly prepared to face them, who advised me and nurtured me, and who told me who were the people who actually appreciated me for who I was and who were there out of interest. He told me how the media worked. He reinforced the values I’d grown up with throughout my whole life, the ones from the old days. He used to tell me, almost every day: “Niño, you don’t know anything about anything!”. With the passing of the years, I came to understand that he did it because he cared deeply for me. Frankly, I never saw him do the same with any other player. He was preparing me to go wherever I wanted to go, and he was doing so out of the love he had for me and that he’d always have. He believed in me.
In our second era together, he did for the Spanish National team what he’d done for me years before. He put our feet on the ground and told us: “Egos need to go out the door, you’re no better than anyone until you don’t become a team”. And that process was full of bumps along the road, of enemies that we successfully let behind us as he’d assured us that we had to go through that to accomplish our goals. And when we finally got it, his constant pep talks of us becoming champions of Europe didn’t sound much like pep talks anymore, or like motivational speeches, but like actual possibilities. He made us believe that we needed to take that first, big, difficult step to accomplish even greater dreams. And he did it when we were at our lowest, when the results were less than favorable and the naysayers were louder than ever. But we lived inside a bubble that Luis had created for us and only us. That strategy had a happy ending as we all know, and he will go down in history as the man who changed Spanish football, the man who made us dream, believe, fight, and win. “Win, win and win!”, we used to scream before every match.
He’s not among us anymore, but the ones who knew him in life have already won, the ones who learned from him won again, and the ones who read about his passing with tears in our eyes, we thank him, because we’re still winning, and thanks to him, we will keep on winning, always. You’ll never leave us, you’ve left us your immeasurable legacy.
Thank you, old man. Rest in peace.
- Fernando Torres (x)

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3rd February 2014

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lokiarrty:

suckmypoppunk:

unshaped:

wasn’t expecting this

but arent you glad it hapened

its ears ITS EARS ITS EARS ITS EARS

lokiarrty:

suckmypoppunk:

unshaped:

wasn’t expecting this

but arent you glad it hapened

its ears ITS EARS ITS EARS ITS EARS

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3rd February 2014

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3rd February 2014

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cvroline:

There are 5 types of fear

1. Terror
2. Panic
3. 14 missed calls from mom
4. Username or password is incorrect
5. “We need to talk”

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3rd February 2014

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2nd February 2014

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