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Alexia
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Is it too much to ask for Barça boys to do what Barça girls do? If it was them, this would be at least 1-8
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SUPERCAMPEONAS🏆❤️💙
my happy space <3
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Edinson Cavani receiving flowers upon his arrival with Valencia CF for the Spanish Super Cup on January 9th, 2023.
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Supercopa de España al día
Tras la obtención de la Supercopa de España por el Real Madrid, que derrotó en la final al Barcelona por 4-1, se han actualizado los datos de esta sección y la del Resumen Histórico de Títulos de España.
El AreA, ¡¡más y mejor!!
REAL MADRID CF (4): Lunin, Carvajal, Nacho, Rüdiger, Mendy, Tchouameni, Valverde (Dani Ceballos 86´), Kroos (Modric 81´), Bellingham (Joselu 86´), Rodrygo (Brahim 77´) y Vinicius (Camavinga 81´).
Entrenador: Carlo Ancelotti
FC BARCELONA (1): Iñaki Peña, Koundé, Araújo, Christensen, Balde, Frenkie de Jong, Sergi Roberto (Lamine Yamal 61´), Gündogan, Pedri (Fermín López 61´), Lewandowski y Ferran Torres (Joao Felix 61´).
Entrenador: Xavi Hernández
GOLES: 1-0 (7´) Vinicius resuelve en el mano a mano ante Iñaki Peña recibiendo un pase de Bellingham; 2-0 (10´) Vinicius a puerta vacía a pase de Rodrygo; 2-1 (33´) Lewandowski empalmando una volea desde la media luna del área; 3-1 (39´) Vinicius de penalti; 4-1 (64´) Rodrygo de tiro raso desde dentro del área;
ÁRBITRO: Juan Martínez Munuera: Mostró tarjeta amarilla a Bellingham (43´) y Rüdiger (62´) por parte del Real Madrid y a Sergi Roberto (40´) y Araújo (37´ y 71´), quien fue expulsado, del FC Barcelona
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𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐋𝐀̀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂 ||
🔵🔴 vs ⚪️
Supercopa de España
🎨 ig: cowcreta
#fcb femení#barcelona femeni#asisat oshoala#salma paralluelo#esmee brugts#mariona caldentey#real madrid femenino#supercopa de españa#barça femeni
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EL REAL MADRID SUPER CAMPEÓN DE EUROPA 😎🏆💪🏼 El equipo de la capital española no se cansa de levantar títulos a nivel continental, en esta ocasión se trata de la Super Copa de Europa que la ganó tras vencer 2 - 0 al Eintracht Frankfurt. Los goles llegaron por intermedio de David Alaba al 37' y Karim Benzema al 65'. Con este resultado el Madrid consigue su 5ta Super Copa de Europa y Benzema se coloca como el 2 máximo golpeador en la historia del club. #VisionDeportiva / Vía Axel Sabaj #Futbol #soccer #españa #RealMadrid #HalaMadrid #ReyesDeEuropa #SuperCopa #SuperCampeones https://www.instagram.com/p/ChGC0HWLYQL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Can i request a one shot about fem!reader attending the “supercopa española final” and celebrating with pedri and his family after the big win please? ❤️💙
mi campeón | pg8
pairing: pedri gonzález x reader
warning: just a few sexual innuendos bc pedri is being a little shit
a/n: my first request aah thank u for this lovely idea :,)!! this is my first pedri and fcb fic so yea. a lot of wild stuff happening today
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The score was 2:0 and you were close to tears. This was the club you'd loved and supported your entire life and after all these seasons of endless pain, it was finally happening—FC Barcelona was getting back to where it belonged.
You hadn't seen the team play like this in a very long time, but it was beautiful to witness. The line-up came as a bit of a surprise, but all doubts quickly dissipated once the game began. The players were dynamic, fast, and skilful. You were on the brink of giving yourself whiplash from all the head-turning you did, trying to keep up with everything while not daring to lose sight of your boyfriend on the pitch.
Even from all the way up in the stands, you could see the gears turning inside Pedri's head. It wasn't like you were trying to stare at him, but nothing drew you in like that look of unwavering focus and determination on your boyfriend's face. And when he broke into a sprint, you knew to your core where this was going.
"He's scoring," you said giddily, addressing no one in particular. To your left, his brother Fernando mindlessly threw the Barca scarf he was holding at your face and leaned forward, nodding eagerly.
"Come on, Pedrito."
You laughed and wrapped the blue and red scarf around your shoulders. Not even a minute later, it all played out.
Lewandowski passed the ball to Gavi who had been on his A-game the entire match. The Madrid defenders shifted their focus from Lewy to Gavi, but Pedri came running from behind, pointing quickly in front of him. Gavi kicked the ball across and Pedri shot it into the net. The stadium exploded in cheers. Fernando and you punched your fists in the air, shouting along. You felt Pedri's mother grab your arm and pull you into a tight hug. Rosy was sobbing when she pulled back.
"He did it! My Pedri scored a goal," she said, eyes glimmering with tears, and you were sure neither of your smiles could have been any brighter at that moment. Pedri's dad reached over and gave you and his son a hug as well, shouting a string of joyful words you could barely decipher through all the cheers. You just grinned back madly, seeing how you were at a loss for words anyway.
You had only let go when Fernando swiftly pulled you back to his side with one arm on your shoulder and the other pointing down to the pitch. Your gaze swept over the grass, searching amongst the celebrating Barca players the one with a number 8 on his back.
You found him. Pedri was strolling on the field with his hands cupped around his eyes, grinning up broadly at you and his family. You didn't think it was possible, but your heart pounded faster. You loved Pedri's celebration. No matter how much rubbish you and the other players liked to give him for it, you couldn't get enough of it. You threw both of your arms up and gave him your best smile.
“Vamos!” You cheered and blew him a kiss. Without missing a beat, Pedri used both hands to send you one back.
"Hermanito!" Fernando cheered along, his fist waving at his little brother. “You little romantic bastard,” he said at a volume only you could hear and chuckled. A few heads in front of you did turn, but neither of you paid them any mind. The game quickly resumed and before you knew it, the match ended with a beautiful score of 3:1. And with that, FC Barcelona had won the Supercopa de España.
You watched the celebration ceremony with shiny eyes and a smile that was probably etched into your face for eternity, but you didn't mind. Maria was alternating between you and her husband, squeezing your arms tightly whilst saying every once in a while, "I can't believe this. Finally!"
The fireworks eventually came to an end. People around you started filing out of the stands, but you were still giddy with excitement. You were quick to follow the González family down to the front row of the stands, waiting eagerly for those warm brown eyes to meet yours.
Pedri came jogging toward you all, embracing his mother first in a big hug. You were happy to stand back, watching him hug his brother and father next. When Pedri pulled back, you heard him ask, "Where's Y/N?" But before anyone could give him an answer, his eyes fell on you and your heart started pounding once more.
Grinning, Pedri stepped around his father and swept you off your feet with his arms tightly around your body. You laughed and crossed your arms behind his neck when he let you back down. Pedri's cheeks were still flushed from the game, and you couldn't help but press a kiss to his cheek.
"Hola," he said breathlessly, eyes gleaming while his hands settled on your waist. You needed a second to take in Pedri's post-game look. His hair fell messily to his forehead, sticking out this way and that. You couldn't even begin to describe how much of a sucker you were for it. Something warm fluttered in your tummy, and you told yourself to get it together.
"Hola," you finally replied, a shy smile blooming on your lips. "Mi campeón."
"Mi campeón, eh?" said Pedri, pulling you closer to him. "I like the sound of that. Might just have to stop calling me by my name."
You laughed and took off your scarf to wrap it behind his neck, gently pulling him closer to your face until your mouth was next to the shell of his ear. Softly, you let his name roll off your tongue and Pedri's grip on you tightened.
"Princesa..."
You hummed in question, pulling back to smile at him innocently. "I like saying your name." Pedri's face was unreadable to you, but before you could add anything else, he dipped his head and kissed you. His lips moved against yours, the familiar soft press made you lean in for more, but Pedri pulled back with a wink.
"Sorry, Y/N. This campeón has to go celebrate."
You gaped at him, then loosened a mock sigh. "I see the glory has already gotten to your head."
Pedri gave a shrug, smiling lazily. "I have been told that I'm a champion."
"Football players and their huge egos," you tutted, shaking your head gravely. "Too big for their own good."
Pedri smirked. "I don't think I've ever heard you complain about size."
"Okay, hermanito," Fernando swooped in, slinging an arm around his brother and putting some distance between you two. "Gross. Let's not ruin this moment by making me want to cut off my ears."
"Yeah, I don't think you could pull it off like Van Gogh," you said sceptically. Pedri laughed. He patted his brother's arm with a cheeky smile and stepped to your side, holding your hand.
"He's right. We need to celebrate this. We won the Supercopa. We're champions!"
You wholeheartedly agreed. The team had worked hard for this and deserved a proper celebration. But you enjoyed teasing Pedri just a little too much. Squeezing his hand, you turned to Fernando with a pointed look.
"See?" You nodded at your boyfriend, barely able to conceal your smile. "Huge ego."
Pedri cocked a brow, smirking. "You know what else is huge?”
"Pedri.” His brother cut him off, heaving a long-suffering sigh. “Please shut up.”
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let me know what you think :) stay hydrated pals
#pedri#pedri x reader#pedri gonzalez#pedri imagine#pedri fluff#pedri blurb#pedri fanfic#pedri x you#fcb#fc barca#fc barcelona#barca#gavi#pablo gavi#fc barça
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Vamossssss!!! Som-hiiii
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PEDRI GONZÁLEZ
FC Barcelona - Osasuna | Supercopa de España (January 11th, 2024)
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She’s a scab. She only cares about herself and what she can personally gain. She let her “friends” take the fall more than once now so she could get a world cup and continue to push that she’s the best player in the world when in reality she played like absolute dog shit and really that second ballon dor shouldn’t have gone to her in the 1st place. She’s just trying to stay relevant sorry that I’m giving you guys the truth 🤷♀️
Welcome to @handmeascalpel's ted talk, I'm your host @batlleonafc buckle up and enjoy the ride
Hello, anon. I've read everything you've mentioned. Do you have any evidence to support your claims? Considering that I'm reading this now, you don't. So, let me present the evidence I have. If you understand after this, great. If not, I can't stop people from forming their own opinions.
Exhibit A:
You said, "she only cares about herself and what she can personally gain."
On September 1, 2022, Alexia tweeted in support of Irene Paredes when the RFEF essentially blamed her for the players' opposition to the federation. Alexia was injured at the time and wasn't even in camp or eligible for a call-up. She was the first to tweet, sparking the revolution against the RFEF.
Ironically, on September 23 of the same year, exactly one year ago, Alexia was the first to post the Las15 statement, stating that the players wanted a "firm commitment for a professional project" and expressing their unhappiness that private conversations with the federation were leaked.
Exhibit B:
You said, "she let her friends take the fall more than once so she could get a World Cup."
As I mentioned earlier, Alexia was injured and therefore ineligible for a call-up. So her statement and email were never considered valid.
Every statement has always been posted by her first because she has a large following. She has consistently spoken out loudly and clearly about the problems. She never let friends take any fall. More proof is attached below.
She went to the World Cup because she was fit and couldn't escape sanctions, in case you forgot about them. I'd like you to tell me how many players who came back from an ACL injury immediately played well, or maybe just give me some names.
#seacabo was started by Alexia, and she took the lead for everything. It's not hard to find this evidence. Regardless of what people like you want to say about her, both on and off the pitch, you can see what kind of person she is.
Exhibit C:
You say, "that second Ballon d'Or shouldn't have gone to her in the first place."
Who do you think should have won it then? I'd be happy to hear your answer.
But since you brought up the Ballon d'Or, let me share a few things:
Official stats from the 2021/22 season:
La Liga Femenina:
- 26 games played.
- 18 goals scored.
- 16 assists.
Copa de la Reina:
- 4 games played.
- 4 goals scored.
- 1 assist.
Supercopa de España:
- 2 games played.
- 1 goal scored.
- 1 assist.
UEFA Women's Champions League (UWCL):
- 10 games played.
- 11 goals scored.
- 3 assists.
Regarding the Ballon d'Or voting, she only missed out on 29 days, equivalent to one tournament (the Euros). Nobody came close to her stats, and she's a midfielder. These stats are only for her club. Her national team stats are just as impressive, as she has been crucial in every single match, not just easy ones. She essentially surpassed her own record from the previous season when she won the Ballon d'Or. In short, she deserved it.
There's more to a player than just stats, especially for defenders. But the stats Alexia has as a midfielder are outstanding.
Exhibit D:
Finally, you said, "she's just trying to stay relevant." Sorry to say, but she doesn't have to say anything to stay relevant.
She uses her influential platform to talk about what's true and important, unlike many players. Ramona Bachmann is a good example, and even Athenea, for that matter.
I hope you've learned something today, anon. If not, good luck with your opinion of Alexia. You might just look foolish for hating on her.
Thank you for listening to @handmeascalpel's ted talk I hope you learned something today!
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Supercopa de España al día
Tras la obtención de la Supercopa de España por el Barcelona, que derrotó en la final 3-1 al Real Madrid en el Estadio Internacional Rey Fahd, ubicado en Riad, Arabia Saudita, se han actualizado los datos de esta sección y la del Resumen Histórico de Títulos de España.
Real Madrid-FC Barcelona 1-3
Real Madrid: Courtois; Carvajal (Nacho, 72'), Militao, Rudiger, Mendy; Modric (Ceballos, 65'), Camavinga (Rodrygo, 46'), Kroos (Asensio, 72'); Valverde, Benzema y Vinicius
Entrenador: Carlo Ancelotti
Barcelona: Ter Stegen; Araujo (Eric Garcia, 87'), Koundé, Christensen, Balde; Busquets, De Jong (Kessie, 87'), Pedri (Sergi Roberto, 90'); Dembélé (Raphinha, 78'), Lewandowski y Gavi (Ansu Fati, 90')
Entrenador: Xavi Hernández
Goles: 0-1, Gavi (33'); 0-2, Lewandowski (45'); 0-3, Pedri (69'); 1-3, Benzema (93')
Espectadores: 57.340 en el Estadio Internacional Rey Fahd
Árbitro: De Burgos Bengoetxea (Comité vasco). Tarjetas amarillas a Mendy (32'), Christensen (49'), Araujo (68') y Valverde (82').
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Pedri González - arriving ahead of FC Barcelona vs. CA Osasuna
Supercopa de España - January 11, 2024
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Sergio Ramos & Lionel Messi | Second Leg of Supercopa de España 2017
⇨ Real Madrid 2 - 0 Barcelona [agg. 5 - 1] (August 16, 2017)
#sergio ramos#real madrid#lionel messi#fc barcelona#*ice edits#ice.gifs#icefbf#i know this isn't THAT old but it's been 6 years and this still lives in my head rent free i think this deserves a flashback friday post 🤭#sese was iconic for this and leo's reaction got me rofl hasdhasd
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