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Rolland Courbis nous a quittés à l’âge de 72 ans. 🖤🕊️ Toutes nos pensées vont à sa famille et à ses proches.

🚨 𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗡-𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗜𝗦 𝗚𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗧 𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗔 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘́𝗦. 🕊️ Jean-Louis Gasset est mort ce matin à l'âge de 72 ans, annonce @lequipe. Toutes nos pensées vont à sa famille et ses proches. 🙏

La famille Marine et Blanc en deuil. Pierrot Labat nous a quittés. Éducateur, adjoint du centre de formation, entraîneur des gardiens, observateur des pros, puis entraîneur adjoint… il a marqué l’histoire des girondins par sa passion et son dévouement. Pierrot a contribué à l’épanouissement des plus grands joueurs de l’histoire du club et restera dans le cœur de tous. Merci pour tout, Pierrot. 💙 Repose en paix.

"J’avais repris les entraînements avec le groupe pendant que je continuais mes séances de chimio." Quelle mentalité de guerrier ce Sol. 💔

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Leaving a Fulham legend. 🤍 An agreement has been reached to allow @timream5 to leave Fulham and join MLS outfit @CharlotteFC.

Un mauvais chapitre ne veut pas dire que c’est la fin de l’histoire!! #FCGB 💙✊🏾

Danke Deutschland 🖤❤️💛

Where are the racists now???? Probably still celebrating!!!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 #EURO2024

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'It's never easy for an African player to come over and adjust to the European set up' Freddie Kanouté talks about his agency that provides support to African footballers 👏❤️

As a young boy who came from the streets of Olusosun, who had to hawk in traffic almost every day of the week while growing in-order to survive the numerous challenges my family and I were facing, becoming a Treasure in Africa and World Football was a wild dream. Words can’t express the joy in my heart, this is a very special moment to me. My football journey has been a rollercoaster of highs, tough lows and emotions. The goals, echoes and jubilation of victories keeps me going even when the critics, hate and pain of defeats hit me hard in the chest. The support of my amazing family, my fans most especially my Nigerian supporters and the love for the beautiful game of football motivates me to aim higher daily. Losing my dear parents in the course of this journey leaves a scar in my heart as they have always been my major driving force for success since I was a kid, may their souls continue to rest in peace. To my wonderful family thanks for always having my back and loving me so much. I wouldn’t have made it this far without your esteemed support. To my fans and Nigerian supporters, your dedication in supporting me on the good days and bad days do not go unnoticed, even amidst the arrows of hatred thrown at me y’all still stood by my side. I am grateful. Winning the CAF Best African Player 2023 is a testament of my hardwork, your love and support. I am so proud of myself for achieving this prestigious award. Thank you CAF, to all the coaches I have played under both local and international, your wisdom and knowledge have played huge roles in guiding my footballing career, thank you so much. I am sure my parents in heaven are smiling at me, this is for you. I also congratulate Chiamaka Nnadozie and Asisat Oshoala for their prestigious awards. Dreams do come true! Thank you everyone,GOD is the greatest🙏🏽❤️🇳🇬

Powerful! ❤️🤲🏾 a sporting teams fans with a conscience.

🗣️ Raheem Sterling: "My Mum is a proper warrior. She knows how to make it in this world. She’s probably the most streetwise person I know. She sat me down one day, and she said, “Look, I love you. But I don’t feel you should go to Arsenal.” I said, “Ehhhh?” She said, “If you go there, there’s going to be 50 players who are just as good as you. You’ll just be a number. You need to go somewhere where you can work your way up.” She convinced me to go to QPR, and it was probably the best decision I ever made. At QPR, they didn’t let me slip up. But it was quite hard for my family because my mum would never let me go to training alone. And she always had to work, so my sister would have to take me all the way out to Heathrow. Three buses. The 18 to the 182 to the 140. We’d leave at 3:15 and get home at 11 p.m. Every. Single. Day. She’d sit upstairs in the little cafe and chill until I was done with training. Imagine being 17 years old and doing that for your little brother. And I never once heard her say, “Nah, I don’t wanna take him.” At the time, I didn’t understand how much she was sacrificing. She and my mum got me here. My whole family played a massive part in my life. Without them, you wouldn’t even know me." ✍️ @TPTFootball

Israel is Beating Women children and men praying inside Al Aqsa mosque right now !!!

History will remember all who stayed silent.

Je comprends pourquoi les irlandais sont la bête noire de Netanyahu. 👇#FreePalestine 🇵🇸

People of Palestine - you'll never walk alone 🖤🤲🏼🇵🇸 Respect to the fans of @CelticFC 💚 #JummahMubarak #YNWA

Gio Reyna: "One of these days I really need to say thank you to Sergio Agüero. For a long time I have been like, I need to play against this guy, just so that I can talk to him. Not just because my grandfather is Argentine, or because Sergio is one of my family’s favorite players, or because at the World Cup two years ago we all sat in front of the TV rooting for Argentina. Nah. I have a story to tell him. Many years ago Sergio scored a goal that gave me one of the happiest moments of my life. To understand why, you need to know about my older brother, Jack. Jack was my hero when I was a kid. Some people think that my dad, Claudio, made me a good player, since he was a pro himself. Sure, he gave me great advice and some pretty good genes. But when I was growing up in Manchester, where Dad was playing for Manchester City, the one who always played with me in the backyard was Jack. We had the old Samba goals, you know? One-on-one, nowhere to hide. I was four years old and Jack was three years older, so he would sometimes let me win by letting a few shots slip under his foot. Most of the time, though, Jack would make sure I lost. And I’d get angry. I’d kick him, bite him, fight him. Then I’d cry and run to my mum, Danielle. Those games made me grow up a lot, and Dad will tell you the same thing. My competitiveness, my feistiness, all that came from trying to beat Jack. He was the perfect brother. I was always a shy kid, so he would include me in whatever he was doing with his friends, which meant that I got used to playing against kids who were several years older. That gave me confidence. When I wasn’t around, he’d say nice things about me. When he realized that I was going to be better than he was, he pushed me to become the best I could possibly be. And if I had played a good game, he would be the first person to call me to tell how well I had played. In 2007, our family moved to New York, where Dad played for the New York Red Bulls. In the summer of 2010, Jack was diagnosed with brain cancer. He was 11 years old. At one point it looked like he was going to make it, but in December 2011, the doctors discovered that the tumor had come back. Shortly after that, when we went on a vacation to Mexico, Jack started to get sick and put on pounds because of the chemotherapy. He could still walk and swim, but he got tired very quickly. That was when I figured out that this could end in a very bad way. Over the next few months I did everything I could to help him. I had to grow up fast. He couldn’t pull himself up. There was a point where he had to wear diapers. I learned how to microwave food, I did the dishes, stuff like that. I also hung out a lot with my younger brother, Joah-Mikel, and my younger sister, Carolina, who were having a tough time, too. I just wanted to make my family happy, and to make Jack happy, of course. All of us did, especially when we knew that he only had a few months left to live. Every night at the dinner table we would tell each other stories and laugh. Every night. Somehow, even in such a devastating situation, we managed to have some fun. One day in May 2012, when Jack was 13, we gathered in the living room to watch the final day of the Premier League. I think even my grandparents were there. We are all big City fans, because Dad played there, and on that particular day City could win its first league title in 44 years by beating Queens Park Rangers at home. If City didn’t win, we had to hope that Manchester United, which was behind City only on goal differential, didn’t win either. We were all pretty positive that City was going to beat QPR, one of the smaller teams in the league. When City scored in the first half, the win, and the title, seemed like a formality. But QPR turned the game around and took the lead in the second half. Since United was winning, City needed two goals. In our living room nobody was smiling anymore. I felt bad for Jack. He was so sick at that time that he couldn’t walk or talk. Now he wasn’t going to see City win the league either. Two minutes into stoppage time Edin Džeko equalized. That gave us some hope, even though the game was almost over. Two minutes later Agüero scored the winner. You’ve seen the goal. You’ve heard the commentary. “AGÜEROOOOOOO!!” We went crazy in the living room. We were jumping around, shouting and celebrating and hugging each other. A first league title in 44 years! Won in the most incredible manner. We looked at each other in disbelief. Suddenly we heard someone gasping for air. It was Jack. He was rolling around on the floor, which came out of nowhere because he barely had any energy left in his body. We got very concerned. For 20 seconds it looked like he couldn’t breathe. Then, slowly, Jack broke into a smile and began to laugh. We realized that he was celebrating the goal. He was just as happy as we were. I’ll never forget that moment. It was so amazing, so funny, so crazy. A bit more than nine weeks later, on July 19, Jack passed away."

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