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Whatever man. I’m not scared of a country whose national symbol is the 8th best Looney Tune.

I dont understand why Turkey just doesn’t trivela it into the top corner from the top of the box

Brunson is about to be the cause of even more racially ambiguous children named Jalen. This is like a second meteor strike after the Jalen Rose one.

Aussies look deadly on the counter. Praying for Tim Ream.

Please excuse my ignorance but how is Kenan Yildiz not starting for this Turkey team? Did his parents blackmail the coach or something?

Do we think this hits

No way I’m seeing Zlatan slander on my feed. Get that outta my face man.

Haiti getting a lot of space and decent looks. If they could just accidentally be good at soccer for 10 seconds they’d get a goal

Holy hell this Scotland support is insane

Since stoppage time is at the discretion of the referee, I feel like he should have the choice of saying play until there's a goal if the game is really good.

Nice to see Vini Jr pay tribute to Landon Donovan with his haircut

I’m sick of Atlanta United doing these influencer collabs x.com/Waalinho/status/206563…

We having an insurrection at MetLife Stadium on July 19

If Scott McTominay scores a bicycle kick in this tournament the prophecy will have been fulfilled and could signal the end of the cosmic universe

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

-Pep Guardiola, 2009

I would put my house on it

I’d actually LOVE to have Pulisic at Spurs Sets up their first goal so so well