France nt: *better lighting than nyfw, 12 hr footage for every breath the players take, so hd you can see the pores on giroud’s face*

Italy nt: *couple of training pics, nb nb*

Spain nt: *pics taken from a phone but you can still distinguish the players*

Germany nt: *insta story darker than my asshole, glare bigger than my forehead, 2 players total the others presumed dead by a killer clown, big ass white text obscuring half the pic*

  • Buffon: Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?
  • Sami: Yes.
  • Buffon: I was hula-hooping. Iker and I attend a class for fitness and for fun.
  • Sami: Oh my god.
  • Buffon: I’ve mastered all the moves: the pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle.
  • Sami: Why are you telling me all this?
  • Buffon: Because no one will ever believe you.
  • Sami: You sick, sick son of a bitch.

“But what I love about football is that it brings people together across religious divides, geographic divides, political divides. I love the fact that for ninety minutes in a rectangular piece of grass, people can forget hopefully, whatever might be going on in their life, and rejoice in this communal celebration of humanity. The biggest diverse, invasive or pervasive culture that human kinds knows is football and I love the fact that at the altar of football human kind can come worship and celebrate.“