Declaraciones de Jurgen Klopp a ZDF, sobre la reanudación del juego retrasada por el árbitro, durante el cooling break del México-Sudáfrica para que terminaran los comerciales de algunas cadenas de TV: "Esto es el fútbol siendo tomado como rehén por ejecutivos en oficinas con aire acondicionado". "Estos supuestos 'descansos por el calor' nos los vendieron como un escudo para el bienestar de los jugadores, una noble espada contra el calor. ¿Pero en realidad? No es más que una jaula dorada construida para patrocinadores. Cuando vi a los jugadores parados durante un descanso por calor mientras los tiempos de televisión dictaban el ritmo del partido, no pude evitar preguntarme: ¿a quién está sirviendo realmente la Copa del Mundo? ¿A los aficionados?, ¿A los jugadores?, ¿O a los anunciantes?". "Un partido de la Copa del Mundo debería fluir como un río. En cambio, estamos construyendo presas en medio de él para que los comerciales puedan pasar. Eso es peligroso para el espíritu del juego. El fútbol alguna vez fue el evento principal, pero ahora corre el riesgo de convertirse en la música de fondo de un espectáculo publicitario. Nos dicen que estos descansos son por el bienestar de los jugadores, y por supuesto la salud de los jugadores importa. Pero cuando el juego empieza a doblar sus rodillas ante los tiempos de la televisión, la gente va a hacer preguntas. El balón se supone que es la estrella. No un descanso comercial". "La Copa del Mundo es la catedral del fútbol. Sin embargo, a veces da la sensación de que la hemos convertido en un centro comercial donde la caja registradora recibe más respeto que el propio partido. Si este es el futuro, entonces el fútbol ya no está siendo interrumpido por los anuncios. El fútbol se está convirtiendo en la interrupción entre los anuncios".

Billie Eilish, Finneas, Cillian Murphy, Joaquin Phoenix, Annie Mac, Peter Gabriel, and more come together for Palestine.

Renowned Director Ken Loach Delivers Powerful Words at Cannes on Israel's Genocide in Gaza "The worst thing is not the violence of the bad, it is the silence of the good.

Israel killed every single child in this photo in South Lebanon within less than 30 days. They were not combatants. They were children.

Israel killed every single child in this photo today in Deir Qanoun Al-Nahr, South Lebanon. Every. Single. One. 6 children. Murdered, alongside their parents.

This is beyond horrifying. New data shows Israel has killed over 680,000 Palestinians in Gaza. Among them: • 380,000 infants under 5 • 99,000 children over 5 That’s 479,000 children murdered by Israel. Israel isn’t “defending itself.” It is wiping out Palestinian life.

Caroline Lucas of the Green Party reckons that Water needs to be Renationalised. RT if you know it has to be.

I remember rehearsing for this bit on the sidewalk outside of the Tonight Show with @billyjoel and his band. I asked him, “Should we just do The Lion Sleeps Tonight?” There were two other songs. He said, “Well let’s just try it now with my band.” And that turned into three doo-wop songs on an NYC street corner. And THAT turned into this bit. Happy birthday to the one and only.

My friend Tayo stopped laughing at jokes in the spring of last year. Not gradually. Not because the jokes were bad. He just stopped. We would be at the pub near the Clyde, the one with the sticky floors and the barman who remembered your order from 3 weeks ago, and someone would say something genuinely funny and Tayo's mouth would twitch but the sound never came out. He looked at the ceiling a lot. He left early. He said he was tired. We believed him. Tayo was 31, a structural engineer with a laugh that made other people laugh. Tired was reasonable. Tired was everyone. Then his girlfriend called me. They had been together 4 years. She said Tayo had been to the doctor and come back different. Quiet in a way that was not peace, just the absence of speech. She didn't know what was wrong. She just knew he had stopped letting her touch him below the waist. I drove to his flat in Maryhill the next evening. He opened the door holding a cup of tea and a look that said he knew why I was there. We sat on his balcony. Glasgow was doing its grey Glasgow thing, the sky low and damp, the Kelvin River silver in the distance. I asked what the doctor found. He told me about the lump. Found in the shower. Dismissed for 2 months because he was 31 and healthy and testicular cancer was something that happened to older men or other men or men who ignored symptoms that Tayo had also ignored. He had finally gone to the GP when the ache spread to his lower back. The GP referred him. The referral became an ultrasound. The ultrasound became an orchidectomy. The orchidectomy became a pathology report that said the cancer had spread to his lymph nodes. Stage 3A. Treatable but not kind. He said he had been carrying the diagnosis alone for 5 weeks. He didn't want to be a burden. He didn't want to be the friend who made gatherings awkward. I asked if he had told his mother. He said his mother would pray and the prayers would make it real and it was already real enough. I did not tell him what to do. I did not pray over him. I told him the 5 of us who had known each other since university would be there. Not in shifts. Not with sympathy flowers. With presence. With the kind of showing up that didn't need to be asked for. The treatment lasted 6 months. Chemo in the Beatson. Long afternoons in a chair with a cannula in his hand and a cold cap on his head that made him look like a warrior in a strange helmet. We took turns driving him. Someone always waited in the car park. Someone always stocked his fridge with foods he couldn't taste because the chemo had killed his taste buds but he ate anyway because eating was a signal that he intended to stay alive. Tayo finished chemo in October. The scans came back clean. His hair grew back in tight curls. The laugh returned slowly, like a muscle that had atrophied and needed retraining. Last month he ran a 10k for a testicular cancer charity. Not fast. Barely running. But the T-shirt had a picture of a testicle with a smiley face and the words Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself. He raised over 2,000 pounds. His mother flew in from Ibadan and stood at the finish line holding a sign that said My Son The Survivor. She had not known he was sick until 3 months into treatment. Tayo had finally called her, voice shaking, and she had listened without a single prayer. Just said his name. Over and over. Like a promise. Check yourself. The lump you ignore knows your name.

Robert Sapolsky es un neurocientífico de Stanford que demostró que el estrés crónico es el asesino silencioso que los médicos ignoran. Reveló 10 hábitos que haces todos los días y que te quitan años de vida. 1) Repasar conversaciones en tu cabeza

I need 100,000 signatures to win a parliamentary debate about the ownership of the water industry. Do your thing internet. petition.parliament.uk/petit…

RETWEET if you stand with Jimmy Kimmel against Donald Trump!

Super congratulations to my friend @andyreid2506 who has just completed the London Marathon. He’s a triple amputee from an IED in Afghanistan. What a guy and an amazing achievement #LondonMarathon

Let me make this very clear. This is a still from a film. This is not me. This is a character I was portraying. This image has been stolen by someone in Restore, or by someone who supports Restore. I find the party, and its supporters, utterly abhorrent. #FightTheRight

Last ditch attempt. We’ve lost my daughter’s beloved toy seal. It’s something that has got her through a ton. Would have been (we think) around the Iberostar Waves Royal Andalucía nr Cadiz. If you’ve seen it or picked it up by accident. Please hit me up. RTs appreciated.

Coachella has revealed its 2026 livestream schedule. This year, the festival is livestreaming all seven of its seven stages simultaneously, with the Coachella Stage, Outdoor Theatre, and Sahara available in 4K. Viewers will also have the option to stream up to four performances simultaneously in a 4x4 grid multi-view format.

Ah, here lads. Takes a moment getting to her but this girl’s voice, dear me. Dublin by the looks of it.