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[mariocki]

The Saint: The Queen's Ransom (5.1, ITC, 1966)

"You realise that a few years ago I could have had your head chopped off for that?"

"A few years back, I wouldn't have said it."

#the saint #the queen's ransom #1966 #leslie charteris #leigh vance #roy ward baker #roger moore #dawn addams #george pastell #nora nicholson #stanley meadows #catherine feller #gary hope #patrick westwood #peter madden #neville becker #john woodvine #larry taylor #john forbes robertson #john serret #andre charisse #what's that? you thought I'd given up on the saint? that I'd thrown in the towel‚ that I'm a coward and a liar? hah! well mud in your eye #bc here i am baby‚ back on my bullshit. i took a 'brief' break at the end of s4 before starting the color eps which ended up being 7 months #but actually the real gap between seasons 4 and 5 was more than a year. so what's new in Saintland? not much; immediately upon grabbing #this second boxset of colour eps and checking with my online transmission record i can see that network have liberally shuffled these eps #this first ep is on disc 2 while disc 1 features episodes from season 6 (!). as well as the shift to colour we also get a rearranged theme #(slightly more up tempo)‚ new titles and for the first time an entirely original script that doesn't even pretend to be adapted from a #Charteris story (true adaptations would be pretty rare from this point on). but it's a fun if familiar tale; Simon meets a deposed king and #his spoiled wife‚ and sets about teaching her some humility in true chauvinist fashion (as well as some stuff with jewels) #it isn't by any means a groundbreaking ep but if anything a degree of continuity between seasons 4 and 5 is somewhat welcome

[chaos-grimlin]

Hi! Its Raz or Shrimpy what ever you prefer BUT IM NOW TAKING REQUESTS FOR HEADCANONS AND ONE SHOT FANFICS INBOX ME OR HIT THE ASK BUTTON TO REQUEST! :D

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Nubbins Sawyer

Bubba Sawyer

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Billy loomis

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Poly! Stu macher and Billy loomis

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Randy meeks

Micheal Myers(og micheal)

Any Dead by daylight killer or surviver(like ill write for them all)

Freddy Krueger

Jason Voorhees

Brahms heelshire

Laurie strode

Sally Hardesty

Franklin Hardesty

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Leon s kennedy

Albert wesker

Neville longbottom

George weasley(i cant spell today)

Fred weasley

Ron weasley

Roman bridger

Mickey altieri

Tate langdon

Young Charles xavier

Logan

Peter maximoff

Johnny sawyer (from the TCM game)

I will watch more movies so i can write for more!

What i will write:

Anything! Angst and fluff and Smut

And ANY prompt anyone gives me

What i won't write:

Oc x character

Incest

Scat kinks

Piss kinks

Large age differences

I will normally use Gender neutral pronouns for Y/n unless the request says otherwise! You must state Y/ns gender like do you want Gender neutral (they/them), male (he/him), or female (she/her)

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#billy loomis #stu macher #randy meeks x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #casey becker #randy meeks #billy loomis and stu macher x reader #scream #harry potter #neville longbottom #albert wesker #leon s kennedy #resident evil #horror #video games #fanficton #tate langdon #even peters #peter maximoff #wolverine #young charles xavier #charles x max #quicksilver #american horror story #murder house #fred and goerge weasley #ron weasley #johnny sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre

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Old Trafford

Tags: @millythegoat, @football-and-fanfics, @alissonbecksfan234

Warnings: bring out Google Translate for this one!

In her eight and a half months with Liverpool, Florrie had only seen the team look like this once. Klopp had explained to her and Kairo (Grace, Ellie, and Henrietta were all asleep) that they had just lost a very important and special trophy, but Lijnders had told her that there wasn’t a trophy involved in this one.

So why couldn’t she find anybody with a smile on their face?

“Boss?” Florrie tried to search for at least one familiar face in the hall. She had spotted Klopp, but he’d disappeared and now she was amongst many legs and hips and stomachs. All she could see for yards around was gray, black and the occasional white of a sneaker.

“Ali? Lindy? Daddy?” Florrie pouted—she couldn’t identify anybody’s faces because she couldn’t see them. She tugged on a random pants leg, hoping that the leg would belong to Henderson or Milner or even Adrian.

The face that looked down belonged to none of the above. Instead, a completely different face stared at her, eyes narrowed into slits. He had some gray hair and a puffy jacket like Klopp, but his face was far too unwrinkled, and his nose much too sharp.

“Who are you?” Even the accent was wrong, and Florrie flinched at the tone. He was loud. Too loud.

“Have you seen the boss?” Florrie asked him, hands over her ears as if his nose would pierce through them even worse than his voice.

The man didn’t flinch at all. He gripped the microphone in his hand, continuing to stare at Florrie. “Erm, yes, but I want to know what you’re doing here.”

“I’m looking for the boss.”

“Yes, but what boss?” The man laughed, and Florrie pressed her hands over her ears even harder. The laugh was wrong—too sharp, too fake, too high-pitched and airy. It was a far cry from Klopp’s deep, booming laugh, and even his quiet, polite one whenever he tried to get rid of the press. “I was manager of Valencia for a few months—at least before I started working at Sky Sports with Jamie as a pundit. So I could be called the boss.”

Florrie had no idea what Valencia even was, much less what the strange man was talking about. He wasn’t Klopp! He was too young, too loud, too different. “No! My boss!”

The man rolled his eyes and leaned closer to Florrie. The little girl could smell the overwhelming scent of breath mints, and she shrunk back in an attempt to avoid the man’s piercing gray eyes. His eyes flickered over Florrie’s shirt, but then settled back on her face. “Tell me more about your boss.”

“He’s really big!” Florrie stretched her arms as tall as she could, and the man backed off a little. “And he wears a puffy gray jacket, and a hat, and he’s always saying Bundes!”

“Wait a minute.” The man’s eyes widened, and he pulled Florrie out of the crowd. “What does he do, little girl?”

“The boss wins us big, shiny trophies!” Florrie frowned as she tried to remember how many. “He won one this month!”

Finally, the man stood up. He pocketed his microphone, and looked around before picking up Florrie. Florrie crossed her arms, thrashing about, but the man was much stronger than her. 

“I know just how to find your boss,” he whispered into her ear, and Florrie jerked her head away from him. “But if we don’t hurry, he won’t find you—what’s your name?”

“Florrie! And the boss will always find me!” Florrie argued. She pushed her feet against the man’s stomach in an effort to get out, but he just grabbed her tighter.

“Stop it! You’ll fall and hurt yourself.” He held Florrie’s head so she was forced to look at him. “And the boss won’t be able to find you if you don’t stay put. I’ll take you to a place where he can find you,” he finished with a grin. “Do you want to find your boss, or not?”

“Yay!” Florrie cheered. The man was strange, but if he was going to help her find Klopp, he couldn’t be that bad. She frowned as she tried to remember what Henderson had told her about how to call older people when you didn’t know them. “You’re a nice man, sir!”

“Ah, no need for sir.” The man made the same strange laugh as he began walking up the stairs, still holding Florrie. “I’m Neville. But you just call me Uncle Nevvy.”

*

Florrie decided that she didn’t like Neville’s walk. It was choppy and too fast, and he didn’t have that bounce in his step like Klopp or the rocking step like Milner. His voice, which was still in her ears, kept going on about strange people from a long time ago, but it wasn’t like when Milner would tell her and the other kids anecdotes from a long time ago.

Neville finally set her down in a large room. It was big—too big—and it had a lot of dust on the floor. He put her on the only chair in there, and exhaled.

“Okay, now I’m going to tell you a story.” Neville leaned against the desk, filing his nails. “Back in the day, there lived a man called Sir Alexander Ferguson. He was the manager here, and he loved this place so much, he wanted to protect all the little children. So he created a place where they could be found, and,” he gestured around him, “this is it.”

“Will the boss find me here?” Florrie wasn’t so sure about this. There was so much dust, which meant that nobody had been here for a long time. She’d learned this when she’d gone with Klopp to the old attic in Kirkby, and dust bunnies had poured out of every corner.

“Of course. There are just two rules in this place,” Neville explained. “One, don’t leave the room. Otherwise, I won’t know where you are. And two, don’t press any buttons.”

“Why?”

“Sir Ferguson was very protective of the Theater of Dreams,” said Neville, leaning closer to Florrie. She wanted to escape, but she couldn’t get down from the chair. “And he created something very, very special for it. If any bad people got in here, he had a special lockdown button. But he never pressed it, because that would destroy the Theatre of Dreams forever.”

He inched even closer to Florrie, swelling his chest. “Walls crashing! Floors crumbling and furniture cracking! Everything going up in flames, EVERYTHING!”

“Oh!” Florrie gasped, slipping off the chair and hiding under the desk. “I won’t press it Uncle Nevvy, I promise!”

“Good.” Neville finally got away from her, striding towards the door. “I’m going to find your boss now. And just remember— Uncle Nevvy.”

*

Meanwhile, Sir Alexander Ferguson slowly made his way out of the stands, whistling a jolly little tune as he did. He was happy—happier than he’d been in many a month—and that caused his whistling to turn into singing.

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Where we score goals on Liverpool, these days of auld lang syne—oh, Kenny!”

The other man, Sir Kenny Dalglish, shrugged. While Sir Ferguson had just experienced one of his best days in almost seven years, Sir Dalglish, somebody who had been with Liverpool his whole life, had just experienced one of his worst days in that same amount of time.

“I beg your pardon, Kenny,” Sir Ferguson spluttered, realizing just how inappropriate his timing was. “That was—quite distasteful of me, considering the circumstances…”

“Alex, it’s all good, ol’ chap.” Sir Dalglish managed to laugh, despite himself. He leaned on a chair, staring down at the pitch. “Last time you and I came ‘ere together, yer old face was all sour while me own face was grinning like I’d just spotted King David ‘imself. So if anything, I'm the one who should apologize.”

“Ye don’t say!” Sir Ferguson tried to remember if he’d seen Sir Dalglish that day. “Yer right, I can barely remember it, Kenny.”

“Yer club played well today, ol’ chap. It’s not yer fault that we’ve been rubbish.” Sir Dalglish stared at the exit. “I was just going to go home, open a bottle of me old-fashioned Scottish whisky, and brood. You going home, Alex?”

“Soon. I was just about to visit the old office.” Sir Ferguson extended his hand to Sir Dalglish. “Until next time, ol’ chap.”

The Scottish took Sir Ferguson’s hand, shaking it, and proceeded to walk away. “Ta-ta, Alex. Enjoy yer Theater of Screams.”

Sir Ferguson shook his head at Sir Dalglish’s nickname for Old Trafford. The former Liverpool manager used it whenever Liverpool had played a bad game there. Sir Ferguson, likewise, called Anfield “Shamfield” when the same happened to United. He began to walk up the stairs, wincing as he heard his joints creaking. He was getting older—but it was all good with him. He’d had his time being young, and now it was time for him to be old.

“Sir Alexander Ferguson!” A young man, probably a steward, bowed to Sir Ferguson, extending an arm. “Would you like assistance in climbing the stairs?”

“Come now laddie, no need for that,” Ferguson chuckled, ruffling the steward’s hair. “I’ve got it m’self, but thank you for asking. Just going up to visit me old office.”

The steward, who still seemed rather flustered from the hair-ruffling, nodded, heading in the opposite direction. “Good evening, Sir!”

*

Meanwhile, Florrie stood in a corner of the room, staring at her nails for the tenth time. She decided that she didn’t like it here—it was too big, too empty and too dusty.

And plus, she was bored.

There were no toys to play with, no TV to watch, and nothing to do in general. Nobody to talk to, no flashcards to match, no blocks—wait a minute. From the corner of her eye, Florrie spotted a flat red object under the empty bookcase. Could it be a book?

She ran towards the bookcase and peered under it. Sure as day, it was a book—something for her to read while she waited for Neville to come back. Her little hand fit under the bookcase with ease, and Florrie pulled out a dusty book—so dusty, in fact, that she couldn’t see the color or title of it.

Florrie took her hand—not wanting to use the corner of her Liverpool jersey for fear she would mess it up—and brushed off the dust. The book was a shade of sky blue and had many pictures on it—a green frog, a golden ball, a green ball, a princess in a fancy dress and hat, and three fat, pink piglets, among others. But for some curious reason, Florrie couldn’t read the words on the front cover.

Florrie squinted, tilting the book from one side to another. She could read—the fullbacks had taught her how! So how come she couldn’t read these ones?

She opened the book, and saw that while she still couldn’t read the words inside, there was a beautiful picture of a castle, highlighted with gold and cream-colored walls. On the next page, there was a prince, crowned and walking among a row of princesses.

I’ll just look at the pictures, Florrie decided, going under the desk. It was the only area that was carpeted, so the dust was considerably less than on the open floor. They’re pretty pictures, anyway.

She tried to get comfortable on the carpet, but it was very hard and nubby, and the endless dust permeated in every corner. Florrie finally found a spot with less dust—but immediately shot back to the other side as a rancid-smelling hazelnut poked her arm. She curled in on herself, the book next to her, hoping that Neville would come back soon.

*

After some effort climbing the stairs and taking elevators, Sir Ferguson finally made it to the office on the third tier of Old Trafford. He turned the knob, only to find it was locked.

“Hmm…I don’t recall locking the door,” he mumbled, fishing for the keys in his pocket. He found them, and inserted the keys in the slot. The door opened with a loud, familiar creeeeak, and he stepped into his office.

The first thing Sir Ferguson noticed was how dusty the place was, like nobody had been there in years. Upon further inspection, he also noticed that there were distinctive footprints leading towards the desk—two sets.

Intrigued, he bent over as far as he could. While one set of footprints were man-sized, with standard shoe-prints, the second pair were very tiny, toddler-sized footprints—even tinier than when Kasper Schmeichel, five years old at the time, had come with his goalkeeper father, Peter Schmeichel, to his first training session.

“Hello?” he called into the room. “Anybody home?”

Of course, Sir Ferguson didn’t expect anybody to answer him. What he didn’t expect was a soft rustling coming from underneath the desk, then a small, high-pitched “ow”.

Intrigued, the elderly Scotsman bent down to take a look, grumbling as he felt his joints creak. All the grumbling vanished into thin air, though, when he spied a tiny child, curled in on themselves and shaking.

“Gee willikers,” he whispered in hushed surprise. “A wee bairn, would ye know it!”

He tried to touch the little kid, grab it from under the desk. But as soon as he touched their back, a leg kicked out. The child rolled over, scooting further into the corner, and Sir Ferguson caught a glimpse of red hair bows—a little girl.

“Relax, wee bairn.” Sir Ferguson chuckled upon seeing her worried face. “Just an old Scotsman, knocking around the grounds. Say, how’d you get ‘ere?”

Instantly, her face brightened upon hearing those words. “You sound like Robbo!”

“Robbo?” Sir Ferguson tapped his forehead, trying to recall who he knew who had that name. Finally, he remembered. “As in Andy Robertson?”

“Uh…yeah!” She sat up, hugging a book to her chest. Her shirt fully on display, she raised an eyebrow, squinting her eyes into slits. “You’re old!”

“That’s true, lassie,” Sir Ferguson chuckled. “Say, what’s yer name, bairn?”

“Florrie. Are you Robbo’s daddy?” she responded promptly, and Sir Ferguson knew that his suspicions were right. Only a kid raised around a Scot would know that much Scottish at three.

“Nae, but I’m from the same country.” He extended a hand to Florrie. “Sir Alex Ferguson’s me name, from jolly ol’ Scotland.”

Florrie giggled, taking his hand. “Now you really sound like Robbo!”

“Do you come from Liverpool?” Sir Ferguson decided to keep his questions clear and straight.

“Yes! Hendo’s my daddy, and the boss kicks butt!” Florrie grinned with pure conviction, and Sir Ferguson couldn’t help but smile. “How’d you know?”

Raising a wrinkled finger, Sir Ferguson tapped the Liverpool badge on Florrie’s jersey. “It helps when ye know yer league rivals, lassie. I played fifty-two games against Liverpool as manager here in the league alone. Of course, that’s before I retired.”

He looked out the office window, saw exactly what he wanted to see, and picked up Florrie. “Look Florrie, we’d better get you back to your gaffer. He’s worried sick about you, no doubt.” And he began walking towards the door.

“Wait!” Florrie grabbed his arm, eyes darting around in panic. “We can’t leave the room.”

To say Sir Ferguson was confused would be an understatement. “Why not?”

“If we leave, they won’t find us!” Florrie exclaimed. “Uncle Nevvy said so.”

“Uncle Nevvy?!”

“He says his full name is Neville, but he said to call him Uncle Nevvy.” Florrie’s face fell as she toyed with her hair. “He said he was looking for the boss, but he hasn’t come back yet!”

“Well, then.” Sir Ferguson instantly realized what was going on, trying to conceal his fury for Florrie’s sake. “I know exactly where your boss is. And I’m the boss around here, so Uncle Nevvy’s word isn’t the last. Mine is.” He puffed out his chest a bit at the last part, opening the door. “And while we head there, why don’t you tell me about how you got here, wee bairn Florrie?”

Florrie nodded, holding up the book. “Okay!”

*

Meanwhile, Lijnders and Klopp were pacing in the office. As if the manner of the loss wasn’t bad enough, and struggling to bolster the spirits of the squad wasn’t a difficult task, now Florrie had gone missing. And while both the manager and vice-manager were anxious about Florrie’s disappearance, it had definitely hit Klopp the hardest.

“I can’t believe we lost her, Pep,” Klopp repeated for about the third time. “I just can’t believe it. We let her go missing.”

“We’ve searched everywhere,” Lijnders answered with a sigh. Ever since Jennings had rushed in with news of Florrie’s disappearance, the German had been…numb. Of course Lijnders had been surprised as well, but the news had sent Klopp into a state of shock.

“I made a promise to Florrie on the first night, you know.” Klopp finally faced Lijnders, and the Dutchman sighed in dismay at what he saw. Klopp had the cowl up, the one that had been a Christmas present from a long time ago. The German only wore it in very troubled times—like January 2021, or right now.

“She’d been sleeping in Ali’s bed, and Ali had her all bundled up like a little package. I unbundled her because she was too hot, and then…” He paused for quite a while before continuing. “I promised that I’d keep her safe. That no bad guys would get her, ever again, without one of us coming for help. I promised to protect her, Pep, and I couldn’t even do that?”

“We should search again,” Lijnders reasoned, glancing at the map of Old Trafford he’d picked up from the tourist’s center. “This place has three tiers, Florrie could be on one of them.”

“We sent the boys out to search and we stayed here as mission control.” Klopp opened his briefcase and took out a piece of paper. It was the drawing of a trophy Florrie had given him after the Crystal Palace game. He still remembered what she’d said to him.

“If we can’t win a shiny trophy, we’ll draw shiny trophies!” Florrie insisted, hoisting the drawing high above her head.

Klopp smirked. This kid was too precious for this world. “That’s really sweet of you Florrie, but I’m afraid that’s not how it works.”

She frowned. “It isn’t?”

“No, liebling, I’m afraid not. You see, you have to deserve a trophy. You have to earn it, schatzi, by working hard.”

“Deserve?” Her face scrunched up in thought.

“It means that you worked hard for it and did a very good job. One worthy of a reward.”

Florrie scrambled into his lap, her face lighting up. “But you work hard, boss! You protect us all, you already deserve it! And anyways.” Florrie held up the drawing, gazing at Klopp again with those pure indigo eyes. “I love you.”

“Florrie trusts us to find her,” Klopp mumbled, stroking the waxy crayon drawing of a trophy. “And we can’t let her down. She’s not our only kiddo, Pep, but she’s our first one. Our first little Liebling.” 

“You’re right, Jurgen.” Lijnders sighed, refilling his coffee mug. “We have to keep waiting. We mustn’t lose hope.”

They remained in silence for a while, Klopp wearing a hole into the floor while Lijnders drank from the coffee mug like it was his lifeblood.

“Say, Jurgen.” Lijnders decided he didn’t like the silence and opted to start a conversation. “Where’d you get that neck-warmer from? I don’t recall you having it when we first arrived.”

“Oh, this?” Klopp fingered the fabric, finally halting the pacing. “It was a Christmas present from my mother. I was always stealing her scarves, and I guess she finally got sick of it,” he added with the slightest hint of laughter.

No calls came in with any news of Florrie.

All of a sudden, Lijnders and Klopp heard strange footsteps echo through the hall. They were soft but large, and carried a certain gravity to them.

“...Jurgen?” Slowly, Lijnders tried to see if Klopp was playing a prank on him. “Was that you?”

“Do I look like I’m in a mood to play games?” Klopp retorted, and Lijnders had to admit he was right.

The same footsteps sounded again louder this time. A large, ominous shadow slowly appeared, flickering in the lamplight. Lijnders jumped in fright.

“I’m scared, Jurgen,” he admitted, ducking behind the German.

“I am as well, Pep, but I can’t hide behind you or we’d look ridiculous,” Klopp pointed out. But he did hide under the desk.

As the shadow got closer, the footsteps got even louder. Soon, a pair of voices mingled with the footsteps—one of which was comfortingly familiar.

“Florrie!” Faster than you could say “Mainz”, Klopp was out from under the desk. Followed by an equally eager Lijnders, Klopp sprinted into the hall, where he saw…

“Sir Alex Ferguson?!” Lijnders squawked in disbelief. “What in the name of Heinekein are you doing here?!”

Klopp paid no attention to Lijnders. His eyes were only one person—the toddler Sir Ferguson was carrying in his left arm.

“Florrie!” Klopp swept her up, hugging her tightly. “Oh, for Mainz’s sake, I was so worried about you, Schatzi!”

“Boss!” Florrie beamed, crossing her chubby little arms. “Me and Mr. Fergie found you!”

“Mr. Fergie?” Lijnders was still in shock over the fact that Sir Alexander Chapman Ferguson was standing right there, in front of them—and after his team, United, thoroughly embarrassed Liverpool, no less!

“Sir Ferguson.” Klopp, with Florrie on his hip, approached the Scot. His tone was grateful, as was his smile. “You don’t know how much this means to us. I’m going to text the rest of the boys and girls, and tell them that we found Florrie.”

Florrie whined just then, wanting to be let down. Klopp obliged, and she immediately ran towards Lijnders, squealing in delight.

“She’s a spry bairn, that’s for sure,” Sir Ferguson chuckled. “You’re lucky to have her, Jurgen. Say, is she Henderson’s kid? Jordan Henderson?”

“Er…no,” he faltered, bewildered. “Why do you say that?”

A barrage of footsteps thundered through the hall. At first the three men thought it was the others, returning from their search, but when they looked back, they saw someone completely different.

A pale-faced man, with streaks of gray hair, a big, pointy nose and a gray, puffy coat stormed towards them. As he approached, they could all smell the overwhelming scent of breath mints on his breath.

“Naughty girl! I TOLD you to stay put!” he roared, crossing his arms. He stared Lijnders down. “What is wrong with this generation?”

“Gary Neville?!” Klopp marched up to him, staring the Brit down. “What do you know about this?”

Florrie turned towards Klopp and Ferguson, clinging onto Lijnders. “That’s him! Uncle Nevvy!”

“You don’t say.” It all clicked for Lijnders, and he set Florrie down. “Stay here, Florrie.”

A flash of panic crossed Neville’s face. He stepped back, unsure of what to do about the three men approaching him.

“You had better tell the truth about what you did to Florrie.” Unsurprisingly, Klopp spoke first. He pulled out an ashwood baseball bat, brandishing it with pride. “Or I will whoop your Hintern with much more than this bat. I will unleash my hands, my feet, the darkness in my soul, some stale pretzels from Oktoberfest 1979, desk furniture…”

“Florrie?” Neville fiddled with the lining of his hood. A nervous smile showed every one of his teeth, crooked as his soul. “W-what do you mean by that?”

Sir Ferguson huffed in disgust, his glare pinning Neville down to the ground. “The poor, defenseless young lassie that you trapped inside my old office!”

“WHAT?!” Klopp took out his ashwood bat again, quickly glancing at Ferguson. “May I whoop his butt with this please, sir?”

Ferguson nodded, and Klopp hit the bat at Neville with all the fury he had pent-up inside of him.

“B-but this is ridiculous!” Neville squawked, after the smarting on his backside had subsided a bit. “I never meant to trap her—OW!!!”

“Done and dusted.” Lijnders had retrieved his own metal flyswatter, and had done quite the job with it. “Pray go on, Sir.”

“Gary Neville, I know you very well.” Sir Ferguson pursed his lips in disapproval, shaking his head. “You knew that she was a young, innocent lassie. You trapped her in the office, on purpose, and you tricked her into thinking it was a place to keep lost children!!!” The Scot sighed, leaning against the wall. “I didn’t coach you that way, Gary. Your soul is as corrupt as Manchester City, to trick and lock up a young girl.”

“You left her all alone there,” Lijnders hissed, venom dripping from his every word. “You left her by herself, in an old office, with nothing to do and nobody with her? Sir Kenny’s right—you are a monster, Gary.”

“An old office!” Klopp grabbed Neville by the shoulders, so tight that the Englishman couldn’t even try to wriggle free. “Are you out of your Bundes-MIND?! Did you think about the surfaces she could fall from? How much dust there is inside? What she could bump against? And it’s old, Gary—she could’ve fell from there, easily!”

“Out, out of my sight!” Sir Ferguson commanded, pointing towards the exit. “And don’t you dare show your face or talk to me until I do.”

Neville raised his arms, looking as if he was going to protest. But one more smack from Lijnders, and he ran off, crying out for the help that was never coming.

“There goes a rotten apple,” Sir Ferguson commented. He stood up, grunting at his old bones. “Well, that’s a day for me. Until next time, you three.”

“Wait!” Florrie ran up to him, holding up the same book from earlier. “What’s this?”

“Oh—oh!” Sir Ferguson smiled as he took the book from Florrie, opening the pages. “It’s that Dutch book of fairytales! Ruud’s young daughter brought it in one day, and I think she forgot it in my office. You can keep it,” he chuckled, handing it back to Florrie. “Moa’s probably too big for fairytales now, anyway.”

“Oh, can I?” Florrie pleaded, eyes darting from Klopp to Lijnders. “Pleeease?”

“Why, of course! I’ll read it to you,” Lijnders offered, scooping Florrie into his arms. “I’ve not seen one of these for years! There’s The Entangled Mermaid, The Golden Helmet, The Boar with Golden Bristles…”

Klopp and Sir Ferguson watched Lijnders and Florrie head back into the office, chattering away. When they finally closed the door, the German looked up at the Scot.

“Thanks again, Sir Ferguson,” he said, finally exhaling a sigh of relief. “If something happened to Florrie, I don’t know what I’d do.”

“It’s my pleasure, Jurgen,” the former manager replied. “Don’t tell anybody I told you this, but you’re a good young man. Keep on managing.”

The two shook hands before parting ways, back to their respective rival clubs.

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Criminal Minds:

Penelope Garcia | Aaron Hotchner | Spencer Reid | Derek Morgan | Emily Prentiss | David Rossi | Will LaMontagne JR |

Golden trio:

Harry Potter | Ron Weasley | Hermione Granger | Fred Weasley | George Weasley | Luna Lovegood | Neville Longbottom | Draco Malfoy |

Marvel:

Bruce Banner | Peter Parker | Wanda Maximoff | Stephen Strange | Tony Stark | Captain America | Thor | Black Panther | Carol Danvers| Bucky Barnes | Wade Wilson | Loki | Mobius | Natasha Romanoff | Yelena Belova (Platonic only, she's aromantic in comics)

Marauders era:

Remus Lupin | Sirius Black | Peter Pettigrew (platonic only) | James Potter | Lily Evans | Marlene Mckinnon | Mary Macdonald | Lucius Malfoy | Severus Snape | Narcissa Black |

NCIS:

Timothy McGee | Jimmy Palmer | Kasie Hines (platonic only) | Anthony Dinozzo | Abby Sciuto | Ducky Mallard (Platonic only) | Leroy Jethro Gibbs | Ziva |

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester | Castiel | Sam Winchester | Crowley | Lucifer | Bobby Singer (platonic only) | Gabriel | John Winchester | Rowena Macleod | Charlie Bradbury (platonic only) | Clair Novak |

Sherlock:

John Watson | Sherlock Holmes | Jim Moriarty | Mrs Hudson (platonic only)

Star Trek:

Spock | James Kirk | Christopher Pike | Nyota Uhura | La'an Singh | Number 1 | Hemmer | Erica Ortega's | Dr M'Benga |

Stranger Things:

Eleven | Max Mayfield | Will Byers | Dustin Henderson | Steve Harrington | Eddie Munson | Mike Wheeler | Nancy Wheeler | Jim Hopper | Robin Buckley (platonic Only) | Jonathan Byers | Lucas Sinclair | Joyce Byers | Argyle | Murray Bauman (platonic Only) |

The Last Of Us:

Ellie | Joel | Dina | Jesse | Tommy

The Vampire Diaries:

Stegan Salvatore | Damon Salvatore | Elena Gilbert | Kathrine Pierce | Kai Parker | Klaus Michaelson | Elijah Michaelson | Kol Michaelson | Caroline Forbes |

Greys Anatomy:

Meredith Grey | Derek Shephard | Mark Sloan | Alex Karev | George O'Malley | Jackson Avery | Christina Yang | Lexie Grey | Jo wilson | Amelia Shepherd | Addison Montgomery | Levi Schmidt | Atticus Lincoln |

Doctor Who:

Rose Tyler | Donna Noble | 9th Doctor | 10th Doctor | 11th Doctor | 12th Doctor | Captain Jack Harkness | Rory |

Friends:

Chandler | Joey | Ross | Phoebe | Monica | Rachael |

Scooby Doo:

Shaggy | Velma | Daphne | Fred |

Twilight:

Jacob Black | Edward Cullen | Bella Swan | Alice Cullen | Jasper Hale | Carlisle Cullen | Charlie Swan |

Scream 1996:

Ghost Face | Billy Loomis | Sidney Prescott | Stu Macher | Casey Becker | Dewey Riley |

The Hobbit/TLOTR:

Bilbo Baggins | Thorin Oakenshield | Kili | Fili (platonic) | Frodo Baggins | Samwise Gamgee | Gandalf (platonic) |

The hunger Games:

Coriolanus Snow | Haymitch | Katniss Everdeen | Peeta Mallark | Cinna | Effie Trinket | Finnick Odair | Lucy Gray | Sejanus Plinth |

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes | Carl Grimes | Negan | Daryl Dixon | Michonne | Maggie | Carol | Eugene | Abraham |

#golden trio era #marauders #criminal minds #scream 1996 #character list #fanfics #twilight #the vampire diaries masterlist #the vampire diaries #the last of us #stranger things #star trek #strange new worlds #bbc sherlock #supernatural #ncis #marvel #disney princess #disney princes #friends tv #friends #scooby doo #scooby doo masterlist #greys anatomy #hunger games fanfiction #twd fanfiction #The walking dead fanfiction #The Walking Dead

[maaarine]

Bibliography: books posted on this blog in 2024

Sara AHMED (2010): The Promise of Happiness

Holly BRIDGES (2014): Reframe Your Thinking Around Autism: How the Polyvagal Theory and Brain Plasticity Help Us Make Sense of Autism

Johann CHAPOUTOT (2024): The Law of Blood: Thinking and Acting as a Nazi

Caroline CRIADO-PEREZ (2019): Invisible Women: Exposing Data Bias in a World Designed for Men

Gavin DE BECKER (2000): Survival Signals That Protect Us from Violence

Sarah HENDRICKX (2015): Women and Girls with Autism Spectrum Disorder: Understanding Life Experiences from Early Childhood to Old Age

Kate MANNE (2024): Unshrinking: How to Fight Fatphobia

Mario MIKULINCER (1994): Human Learned Helplessness: A Coping Perspective

Jenara NERENBERG (2020): Divergent Mind: Thriving in a World That Wasn’t Designed for

Lucy NEVILLE (2018): Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys: Women and Gay Male Pornography and Erotica

Boys & Sex: Young Men on Hookups, Love, Porn, Consent, and Navigating the New Masculinity (Peggy Ornstein, 2020)

Lucile PEYTAVIN (2021): Le coût de la virilité

Lynn PHILLIPS (2000): Flirting with Danger: Young Women’s Reflections on Sexuality and Domination

Stephen PORGES (2017): The Pocket Guide to the Polyvagal Theory: The Transformative Power of Feeling Safe

Joëlle PROUST (2013): The Philosophy of Metacognition: Mental Agency and Self-Awareness

Manos TSAKIRIS and Helena DE PREESTER (2018): The Interoceptive Mind: From Homeostasis to Awareness

#book #bookindex #2024

[ao3feed-romione]

Ethereal Wisteria

Ethereal Wisteria by vani is typing

Reincarnation sounds fun, doesn't it? Especially when the world you are being reborn into is one you'd always wished could have been real, and that you could have been a part of it. Diane Allan-Becker thought so too.

It's probably why the universe decided to have a little fun with her, and instead of sending her to the Heaven where she was supposed to go, she was reincarnated in the magical world of Harry Potter as Harry's twin sister, which meant playing a crucial role in the prophecy, and having to handle all the other problems that came along with being a Potter.

She didn't know if this was a mistake or if it had been done on purpose, but it was everything Diane had ever wanted. The universe had given her a gift. A chance to form bonds with and save lives of the people she had always adored, in a world she could have never imagined even in her wildest dreams to be real.

Diane was getting the chance to live the Y/N life, and oh, was she ready to fuck shit up.

Words: 907, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Cedric Diggory, Draco Malfoy, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin, Dudley Dursley, Kreacher, Neville Longbottom, Saoirse Mallick (Original Female Character), Wisteria Potter (Original Female Character), Harry Potter, Original Potter Family Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) of Color

Relationships: Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley & Original Female Character(s), Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter & Original Female Character(s), Fred Weasley/Original Female Character(s), Pansy Parkinson/Original Female Character(s), Fred Weasley/Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s)/Pansy Parkinson, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Original Female Character(s), Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Gay Sirius Black, Gay Harry Potter, Bisexual Female Character, Bisexual Remus Lupin, Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Gryffindor/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Gryffindor & Slytherin Inter-House Friendships, Gryffindor Harry Potter, Gryffindor Original Character(s), Slytherin Original Character(s), Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship, Fix-It of Sorts, Everyone Is Gay, not really but you get it, OFC is a Mary Sue, but i make up for it with good writing, LGBTQ Themes, Charlus Potter and Dorea Potter are James Potters' Grandparents, Harry Potter Has a Twin, Harry Potter Has a Sibling, It's The Twins Who Lived, Metamorphmagus, POV Original Female Character, POV Original Character, Polyamory, Mild Language

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45026506

#AO3 Feed #Romione FanFic #♡ #Side Romione #R:General #A:Vani is Typing

[wibo88]

Cựu danh thủ Gary Neville khẳng định thủ môn Alisson Becker đang là thủ thành số một thế giới. Cùng wibo88 tìm hiểu top Thủ môn hay nhất Liverpool

[jvdebellingham]

cheers Ali 👍

#gary neville #liverpool fc #alisson becker

[merlieve]

i write for…

𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿: harry potter, bridgerton, heathers, anne with an e, a series of unfortunate events, skins uk, stranger things, queen, bohemian rhapsody, mid90s, ghost world, måneskin, arctic monkeys, scream 1996, fear street trilogy, dead poets society, happy death day, gossip girl reboot, american horror story (murder house), squid game, f is for family, karate kid, cobra kai, peacemaker & community.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿: harry potter, fred weasley, george weasley, neville longbottom, remus lupin, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ron weasley, ginny weasley, fleur delacour, dean thomas, simon basset, daphne bridgerton, eloise bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, veronica sawyer, jason dean, heather chandler, heather duke, hesther mcnamara, betty fin, anne shirley-cuthbert, diana barry, jerry baynard, ka’kwet, sebastian lacroix, ruby gillis, moody spurgeon, gilbert blythe, charlie sloane, violet baudelaire, klaus baudelaire, beatrice baudelaire, kit snicket, quigley quagmire, effy stonem, cassie ainsworth, sid jenkins, michelle richardson, rich hardbeck, anwar kharral, eleven, billy hargrove, max hargrove, will byers, steve harrington, mike wheeler, dustin henderson, nancy wheeler, robin buckley, lucas sinclair, estee, fourth grade, rebecca, enid, billy loomis, stu macher, sidney prescott, tatum riley, casey becker, gale weathers, randy meeks, detective goode, ziggy berman, cindy berman, samantha fraser, josh johnson, deena johnson, simon kalivoda, kate schmidt, neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, knox overstreet (fanon), steven meeks, gerard pitts, tree gelbman, audrey hope, luna la, zoya lott, julien calloway, monet de haan, aki menzies, tate langdon, moira o’ hara, violet harmon, cho sangwoo, ji-yeong, saebyeok, miguel diaz, johnny lawrence, daniel larusso, demetri alexopoulos, eli moskowitz, chris smith, leota adebayo, emilia harcourt, adrian chase, john economos, detective chang, abed nadir, troy barnes, jeff winger, britta perry, annie edison, & platonic!shirley bennet.

ALL OF THESE WORKS ARE POC FRIENDLY

i don’t write

𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀: incest, smut, ped*ph*lia, and racism of any sort.

male reader (since i’m a female, i don’t have a say in these types of fanfics!)

#harry potter #bridgerton #heathers #anne with an e #a series of unfortunate events #skins uk #diary of a wimpy kid #stranger things #queen band #bohemian raphsody #mid90s #ghost world #måneskin #arctic monkeys #screem 1996 #fear street #fear street trilogy #dead poets society #happy death day #gossip girl reboot #gossip girl hbo #gossip girl 2021 #american horror story #murder house #squid game #karate kid #cobra kai #peacemaker #community #f is for family

[justfandomwritings]

A Comprehensive List

This year marks a decade of me writing fanfiction. Therefore, I thought it would be a fun exercise if I made comprehensive list of every fictional character I’ve ever written fanfics about. 

Some of the following are pretty common ones that all of you have seen on my blog. Some of them are a bit more obscure, but you could find them on other sites I’m on if you really wanted to. Some have never been published at all. Some of these stories were romances for characters I love; some of them are darker fics about characters I hate (Don’t think being featured on this list means I stan a character). Some of these I actively write for; some I write for when I’m in the mood; some are just things from my past.

I’ve written for so many characters, and comparatively few of them have been featured on this blog. I thought it would be fun, and it would give all of you the chance to get to know me a bit better. Feel free to message me any time about any of these characters any time. Love or hate (mostly love), these are all characters I feel very strongly about. And I get to talk about very few of them in the grand scheme of things, so it would be nice if I got to chit chat about some of the more obscure ones. 

Without further ado, categorized as best I can, here is a list of the 144 characters who have consumed the last 10 years of my life: 

Superpowers

Marvel

Captain America, Loki, Spider-Man, Doctor Strange, Bucky Barnes, Falcon, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Bruce Banner, Deadpool, Magneto, Charles Xavier, the Mandarin, Gambit, Quicksilver (X Men), 

DC

Wally West, Barry Allen, Superman, Batman, Poison Ivy, Lex Luthor, Green Arrow, Green Lantern, Sinestro, Harley Quinn, Joker, Deathstroke, Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, Beast Boy, Cyborg, Raven, Robin, 

Sky High

Warren Peace

Push

Nick

Books

Game of Thrones

Jaime Lannister, Robb Stark, Oberyn Martell, Lyanna Stark, Tywin Lannister, Khal Drogo

Harry Potter

Severus Snape, Draco Malloy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Oliver Wood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, Victor Krum, Newt Scamander, Salazaar Slytherin, Tom Riddle

Twilight

Demetri, Caius, Aro, Marcus, Felix, Alec, Jane, Emmett Cullen, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Jacob Black, Embry Call, Paul Lahote, Seth Clearwater, Leah Clearwater, Jared

Hunger Games

Finnick Odair, Cato, Gloss

Narnia

Prince Caspian, Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie

Gallagher Girls

Jonas, Zach

The Martian

Chris Beck

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan, Annabeth Chase, Nico,

Sci Fi

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker, Kylo Ren, Obi Wan Kenobi

Terra Nova

Maddy, Reynolds

Stargate

Daniel Jackson, John Sheppard, Ronan

Primeval

Captain Becker, Jess Parker

Dark Angel

Ben, Alec, Max

Riddick

Riddick

Warehouse 13

Claudia Donovan

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Fantasy

Once Upon a Time

Peter Pan, Felix,

Princess Bride

Westley, Buttercup

Tudors

Charles Brandon

Supernatural

Dean Winchester, Gabriel, Lucifer,

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia

Vampire Diaries

Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Damon Salvatore, Caroline Forbes, Tyler Lockwood

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike,

Covenant

Caleb Danvers, Reid Garwin

Good Omens

Crowley

Prince of Persia

Garsiv

Pirates of the Caribbean

Captain Jack Sparrow

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Aang, Zuko, Kyoshi

Tangled

Flynn Rider

Crime 

Psych

Shawn Spencer, Officer McNab

Law and Order: SVU

Rafael Barba

Sherlock

Sherlock, Mycroft, Moriarty

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

John Wick

John Wick

Fast and Furious

Han, Dom 

Now You See Me

Daniel Atlas, Jack

Musicals/Music Shows

Glee

Sebastian Smythe, Nick, Jeff

Big Time Rush

James

Hamilton

Thomas Jefferson, Marquis de Lafayette, James Madison

[mariocki]

The Saint: The Saint Bids Diamonds (4.7, ITC, 1965)

"Ah, Felson! Good morning. You slept late."

"Do you mind?"

"Not in the least. Little touchy this morning, aren't we?"

"Just naturally unpleasant."

#the saint #the saint bids diamonds #1965 #itc #leslie charteris #pat lasky #jesse lasky jr. #roger moore #eunice gayson #george murcell #jean st. clair #gerard heinz #peter illing #ed bishop #neville becker #laurence herder #ricardo montez #leslie norman #another of the comparatively rare full novel adaptations (and presumably the last; once the series hit colour‚ it became more dependent on #original scripts and relied much less on Charteris' work). Thieve's Picnic was first published in 1937 but had been given the title used by #this episode as early as the late 40s. i haven't read it as far as i can recall‚ but looking it up this appears to have been a relatively #faithful version‚ including most of the major plot beats. not entirely sure where the minor astrology subplot comes from and I'm even #less certain why Simon should be quite so sceptical (this is the man who experienced voodoo for real back in 3.21) #ed bishop spends almost the entire episode tied up in a cellar‚ so that Simon can impersonate him which can only mean... yep it's time for #another look at Roger Moore's American accents! he goes subtler here than he has in other eps so it's basically ok‚ tho it does wander in #one or two scenes. a fairly late role for Heinz (a great actor who never quite broke through like he deserved to) and a wonderfully #grotesque turn from the ever excellent Murcell‚ but this doesn't have the urgency or high stakes that the other novel adaptations have #shown. also Simon has been hired by a museum to get back some jewels? Simon Templar‚ viewed by most of the world as an infamous #jewel thief? quite a plan. this was the only Saint script from husband and wife team Pat and Jesse Lasky but both worked on #subsequent ITC productions including Danger Man and The Protectors.

[smsbongda]

Carragher chê Aubameyang lười như Oezil, Neville gọi Arsenal là 'lũ mafia'

2 cựu danh thủ Jamie Carragher và Gary Neville đã cùng nhau lên tiếng chỉ trích các cầu thủ Arsenal sau thất bại đau đớn 0-3 ngay trên sân nhà trước Liverpool. Dù được chơi trên sân nhà và đang giữ mạch 4 trận bất bại tại Premier League, tuy nhiên ở vòng đấu vừa qua, Arsenal đã phải nếm trải thất bại cay đắng 0-3 trước Liverpool. Đội chủ sân Emirates thể hiện một bộ mặt vô cùng bạc nhược, khi liên tục bị đối thủ dồn ép và tỏ ra bế tắc trong việc tìm đường vào khung thành Alisson Becker, bất chấp việc HLV Mikel Arteta đã sử dụng hết tất cả những ngôi sao tấn công tốt nhất. Thuyền trưởng Pháo thủ sử dụng mũi đinh ba Alexandre Lacazette, Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang và Nicolas Pepe, tuy nhiên tất cả các cái tên kể trên đều thể hiện một phong độ nhạt nhòa. Suốt cả trận đấu, bộ ba này chỉ tung ra đúng 1 cú sút trúng đích - thông số được Gary Neville miêu tả bằng 2 từ "trò đùa". Chia sẻ trên Monday Night Football, huyền thoại của Man United cho rằng việc Arteta kỷ luật Aubameyang vì lý do đi trễ ngay trước trận derby thành London cách đây vài tuần đã khiến những ngôi sao hàng đầu của Arsenal không còn muốn cống hiến hết mình vì CLB. "Những ngôi sao tấn công bên phía Arsenal trông giống như một băng đảng mafia thu nhỏ vậy. Có vẻ như họ không còn cảm thấy thoải mái. Giống như thể họ và huấn luyện viên đang thiếu mất sự liên kết", Neville nói. Chứng kiến Arsenal liên tiếp gây thất vọng ở mùa giải năm nay, cựu hậu vệ của Liverpool và ĐT Anh - Jamie Carragher đã đưa ra lời khuyên. "Đầu tiên, tôi nghĩ Arsenal nên làm mọi cách để ký hợp đồng với Martin Odegaard", Carragher chia sẻ với Sky Sports. "Đó là một cầu thủ chất lượng, cậu ấy phù hợp với lối chơi được Mikel Arteta xây dựng. Với khả năng sáng tạo và dứt điểm tốt, cậu ấy sẽ trở thành nhạc trưởng mới của Arsenal". "Sau đó, Arsenal nên tìm cách làm mới hàng công. Tôi nghĩ những Alexandre Lacazette, Nicolas Pepe và Willian cần phải được bán. Họ chơi không tốt trong suốt thời gian qua. Muốn giành những danh hiệu lớn, Arsenal cần những ngôi sao hàng đầu". "Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang cũng đang là vấn đề lớn với Arsenal. Cậu ấy không ghi quá nhiều bàn thắng, cậu ấy cũng không đóng góp vào lối chơi của CLB. Arsenal chắc chắn sẽ không để Aubameyang ra đi, nhưng họ cần cậu ấy chứng tỏ những gì tốt nhất của mình". "Tôi nghĩ rằng Arsenal đang đối diện với một cơn đau đầu mới giống như tình huống của Mesut Oezil trước đây. Họ trao cho một cầu thủ mức lương quá lớn và khi anh ta xuống phong độ, họ chẳng biết phải giải quyết như thế nào", Carragher nói thêm. Với thất bại trước Liverpool, Arsenal tiếp tục xếp thứ 10 trên bảng xếp hạng Ngoại hạng Anh. Pháo thủ đang kém vị trí thứ 4 của West Ham khoảng cách 10 điểm. Khi mà mùa giải chỉ còn 9 vòng đấu nữa là khép lại, cơ hội vào Top 4 của đội chủ sân Emirates gần như không còn.

Nguồn: SMS BÓNG ĐÁ

#smsbongda #sms bóng đá #sms bong da #soccer #Football News #Sports News

[gokul2181]

Liverpool, Man United lick wounds after humbling Premier League defeats | Football News

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Liverpool, Man United lick wounds after humbling Premier League defeats | Football News

LONDON: Liverpool became the first reigning English champions to concede seven goals in a league match since 1953 and Manchester United were thrashed 6-1 as inquests started after a humiliating day for England’s two most successful clubs. Ole Gunnar Solskjaer’s side thought they had grabbed the headlines for all the wrong reasons against Tottenham on Sunday but Jurgen Klopp‘s team upstaged them in a scarcely credible 7-2 defeat against Aston Villa. Klopp can argue Liverpool’s defeat is a bizarre one-off after an impressive start to the season but United appear to be in deep trouble as the international transfer deadline looms on Monday. Liverpool, who romped to the title by 18 points in the 2019/20 campaign, went into their match at an empty Villa Park with a 100 percent record in the league this season. They were missing first-choice goalkeeper Alisson Becker through injury and were also without Sadio Mane and Thiago Alcantara, who have both tested positive for coronavirus, but were still expected to have too much for their opponents. But Villa forward Ollie Watkins scored a first-half hat-trick and Jack Grealish had a hand in five goals as Liverpool’s high line was torn apart by the home side’s counter-attacking. “It was unexpected but it happened tonight,” said Klopp, whose side lost just four league matches over the previous two seasons. “We put all our rubbish things and mistakes in one game and hopefully we can start again.” The Liverpool boss said he was desperate to get his players back on the training pitch but they are now heading off for an international break before gathering again for a tough-looking challenge at table-topping Everton. “I would love to have a training session tomorrow and Tuesday and to talk about it, but the boys go back off to international duty,” Klopp said. “Hopefully they come back healthy and we use the two days to prepare for Everton.” While Liverpool will hope their result is an anomaly, there is plenty of evidence that United have lost their way.

Manchester United’s Bruno Fernandes, right, reacts during the match against Tottenham Hotspur. (AP Photo) The Old Trafford club have not competed for the Premier League title since Alex Ferguson retired in 2013 but hopes were high after they finished third last season. That optimism has been misplaced, with United soundly beaten 3-1 at home by Crystal Palace and incredibly fortunate to escape with a 3-2 victory at Brighton last weekend. But they sank to a new low at an echoing Old Trafford on Sunday as Harry Kane and Son Heung-min ran riot, scoring two goals apiece against the home side, who were reduced to 10 men after the first-half sending-off of Anthony Martial. Former United defender Gary Neville, now a TV pundit, described their performance as “an absolute shambles” as they matched their 6-1 loss to Manchester City in 2011. United’s players were fortunate there were no supporters in the ground to witness the rout. Club captain Harry Maguire apologised to fans in an Instagram post, saying the performance was “unacceptable” and Marcus Rashford said there were no excuses. Solskjaer took the blame for the humiliation, which once again raises major questions about whether he is the man to restore the club to their former glories. “It’s a horrible feeling, the worst day I’ve had as a Manchester United manager and player,” said the Norwegian manager. “It’s nowhere near good enough. I hold my hands up. It’s my decision to pick the team I did. Also as a squad, that’s not good enough for Manchester United.” The chastening defeat comes at the end of another difficult transfer window for United, who look to have failed in their pursuit of their number one target, Borussia Dortmund forward Jadon Sancho. Uruguayan striker Edinson Cavani is reportedly set to join the Red Devils after leaving Paris Saint-Germain, but it is at the other end of the pitch that United are most in need of reinforcements. Brazil left-back Alex Telles appears likely to arrive from Porto but it does not look enough to shore up a leaky defence that has shipped 11 goals in three Premier League matches. While Liverpool remain favourites to win a second successive Premier League table despite their humbling, United already look out of the running as they scramble for answers.

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