#i almost made it my header but monaco is monaco so

[skitskatdacat63]

2011 Italian Grand Prix

#perpetually my fav thing abt any f1 hug is their happy scrunched up face beneath the helmet #one day ill make a comp post! i swear! #i rly like the gif version of this one as well #i almost made it my header but monaco is monaco so #LIKE THE WAY THEY JUST KEEP HOLDING HANDS AND JB KEEPS SHAKING THEM AND SEB'S STARING UP AT HIM #very cute <3 #(i miss posting and this was in my drafts so!) #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #jenson button #sebson #sv5 #jb22 #we do a little bit of f1 #2011 italian gp #2011 italian grand prix

[oscarpiasstri81]

Confessions ★ Max Verstappen

summary ~ max, who has always been scared to express his feelings, has a confession to make.

pairing ~ {max verstappen x female!reader}

content warnings ~ literally just fluff

a/n ~ I thought that i’ll try writing another fanfic without oscar, so my second husband max makes his debut

word count ~ 1.2k

There were a lot of moments where Max Verstappen thought he could be in love with his girlfriend, and one moment he knew.

After working through a triple header between Austin, Mexico and Brazil, Max wanted nothing more than to be at home cuddled up with his girlfriend and two cats. Him and y/n had been together for a short amount of time, only about two months, but the connection they shared was like no other. He felt like she could read his feelings and emotions from across a room blindfolded, and it was one of the many things he admired about her. That is exactly how she knew that after coming back to Monaco from Brazil, Max just needed to unwind a relax a little.

Getting to work with her planning, she spent the day, while he was distracted by the sim race, going from store to store. She purchased ingredients for dinner, snacks, drinks, desserts, candles, and even rented an old movie from Max’s childhood to watch on the big TV. Once she felt as if her task was completed, she made her way back to her small apartment. Her plan was to set up, and lure Max over by telling him that her car wouldn’t start.

After about an hour or two, her apartment was set up for date night, and dinner was cooked and ready to be served. She prepared herself in the mirror for her best acting skills, and called Max. Thankfully, he picked up after only two rings.

“Hey schat, what’s up?” Max said into the phone. She could still hear the clicking in the background of his sim setup, and felt only a little bad to be distracting him.

“Maxie, I don’t know what’s wrong with my car, but it just won’t start. I keep turning and turning the key, and it won’t give. Can you come over and help me, please?” Dragging out the ‘please’, hoping that it would make Max come over faster; since she didn’t want dinner to get cold.

“Yeah, I’ll be over as soon as I can,” She can hear the sound of him turning his monitors off, “Just please don’t try to start the car with the garage door closed again.” He says laughing at a previous time she had almost fumigated her apartment building.

“Haha, very funny,” She said sarcastically, “Now please hurry! I have to go to the store very soon.”

After only about 10 minutes, she could hear the familiar sound of Max’s Porsche 911 GT3 RS pull up on the side of the street outside the building. Making her way outside, she tries to keep the smile off of her face, although it’s a difficult task. He obviously asks to see the car, but she tricks him by saying she brought the keys back to her apartment while she was waiting. And so the two of them make their way up the stairs, hands intertwined.

The second she opens the door, Max knew she had tricked him. A strong scent of her mother’s enchiladas verdes de pollo recipe filled the small apartments air, and a smile rose to his face. As he took a step inside, he noticed the dining table set up with the food and candles. He turned to look at her, only to see eyes staring back at him with an excited smile covering her face.

“Okay! I know I lied, but you seemed so tense after the triple header, so I thought a little date night might help?” As she spoke, she sounded a little more unsure about her plan. Nervous, almost. The two of them hadn’t had a proper date in weeks.

“Oh schatje, it’s perfect. Thank you so much.” He pulled her into a soft kiss, and placed a hand on her back to lead her towards the dining table.

As the both of them ate, the conversation flowed smoothly, talking about work, the race, their families. She hadn’t been able to attend any of the three races due to conflicts with her work schedule, so the catching up was much needed. By the time they had both finished their dinner, the loud beep of the oven indicated that dessert was finished. Digging into the small cupcakes she had made, Max pulled her into a hug in the middle of the kitchen. They danced in silence for a few moments before she pulled away from him, leaving one last peck on his lips and grabbing his hand to drag him to her bedroom.

Inside of her bedroom was the real surprise. The bed was covered in soft, comfortable blankets and fluffy pillows. On the bedside tables were his favorite snacks and drinks, obviously chilled to the perfect temperature. The TV had already been set up and paused in the opening credits of Max’s favorite movie. She dimmed the lights slightly, and ran to burry herself in the covers. Seeing his girlfriend looking so cute piled under a dozen blankets was an enticing sight, so he joined her within a millisecond.

The movie had barely even started before Max got distracted by her perfect, plump lips, focusing on planting his on them instead. Although she had hoped to be able to watch the movie, she wasn’t about to complain about Max’s attention completely on her. He broke away from the kiss to look at her in the eye.

“Thank you so much for this, mijn liefje. I don’t know how you always know exactly what I need, but this is perfect.” He gazed into her eyes for a moment longer before pulling her into another soft kiss.

“All I want is for you to be happy and relaxed, Maxie. You being either of those things means the world to me.” She responded without missing a beat, the compassionate words melting his heart. Without thinking, he spoke four words he never thought he would say so soon.

“Ik houd van jou.”

“Max, you know I don’t speak Dutch.” She said with a giggle. It took him a moment to even realize what he had said, and another few seconds to gain the confidence to say it again, this time in English.

“I… I love you.”

Now it was her turn to freeze. She knew that she loved Max, she had since the moment he first kissed her, but she never expected him to say it first. Her brief moment of shock was sending a cold sweat up his spine. Before he had the chance to try and take it back, she responded.

“I love you too, Max. So, so, so much. I hope you’ll always remember that.” And with that, she pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss, the movie now long forgotten.

At this moment, he knew he loved her, and that he always would, for the rest of his days.

a/n ~ this one is very short, so i apologize for that. I don’t really know what to write anymore, and it is also finals weeks, so i am very tired. anyway, i hope you enjoy, despedida.

#max verstappen #formula 1 #f1 #relationship #fluff #happiness #cuteness #mv33 #mv1 #max verstappen x reader #x reader #fem reader #idk what tags to use #love ya <3

[safetycar-restart]

Getting feelings over Max releasing a little Lion named Jimmy as merch. It makes me think about how maybe its based off of little!Max’s favorite plushie. And how maybe little!Max wants to give you one too, and he’s all shy about giving you the present but also a little proud bc it was his idea? And look its here now?? Huhu. All your littles just give me all the feels 😭😭

Also the D/S au lestappen idea of having the same professional dom in Monaco tho. 👀👀👀 Like, how do they find about each other? Did they run into each other when one was leaving/arriving? Maybe after it at first they’re kinda awkward around each other? And then maybe if they’re at like a triple header and haven’t seen their dom in like 3 weeks, they kinda commiserate with each other over how much they miss them???

Aw okay yes I love both of these ideas so much!! I'm so happy you guys are enjoying all the littles content! And yeah I'm also loving this lestappen idea, so I'm gonna tag it with 'D/S AU - lestappen' so that we can group all the content about it because I would LOVE to discuss it more and develop it further. I'm gonna discuss each of these ideas a little bit and then I can always expand on them in future asks if you guys would like :))

LITTLE!MAX:

Jimmy the lion!!! Max is so so proud of him!! Of course max was absolutely terrified of releasing it as merch, and his management certainly looked at him like he'd gone insane when he first suggested it. But he wanted to do it so badly.

I almost think it's a way for max to accept his little space into his every day life? For so long he denied that aspect of himself, refused to acknowledge it until he couldnt stop a drop. He wouldn't prepare for it at all, never allowing himself to buy plushies or toys or cute jammies for his little self.

But now that he's grown to accept that side of him and actually allows himself to think about it and prepare for it and plan for it? He lets himself look over his schedule and allocate time just to regress and be cared for.

He's come so far and he just... he wants a way to represent his little self in his merch and in how people see him. The lion plushie is absolutely perfect for that and while his fans are a little confused when it gets announced, they absolutely LOVE it.

And oh my god of course he must give you one!! He's so nervous for that, so nervous to give you something like that because it's so so special to him. He waits until he's regressed, wrapping the present nicely in his adult headspace and leaving it with his toys for him to get when he regresses.

You're so shocked when little max crawls into your lap later and shyly hands you a gift, making you promise you won't laugh before you open it. And of course you love it!!! You give both your maxy and your new jimmy a forehead kiss, promising maxy that you'll take good care of your new plushie.

D/S AU - LESTAPPEN:

I love the idea that they run into each other outside of the building? So maybe you're a professional dom in Monaco known for being exclusive and private, so much so that you have your own studio that you use for scenes. This means that there's no way either of them could have been there for something different when they run into each other.

Max is exiting your studio, a small smile on his face and zero tension in his body because he's just finished his scene with you and he feels so good. What max loves about you is how you always give your subs as much aftercare as possible, allowing them to cuddle with you for hours until they're ready to leave.

On that day, max stayed even longer than usual so that when he left, Charles was already there waiting for his scene. Charles, conversely, was all stress and nervous energy. He needed this scene so bad, needed to be taken into subspace and made to feel whole again.

They're in shock when they run into each other, neither of them knowing what to say now that they knew. Even though both of them had official team doms to use an emergency, those doms couldnt raise a candle to you.

"You too?" max asks, surprised. Charles just nodded and headed inside, not being in the right headspace at all to think about the fact that max also scened with you.

Charles doesn't mention this to you when the scene starts, and he and max don't acknowledge it for weeks until it's the third race in a triple header and neither of them have been back to Monaco since before the triple header began.

Charles goes to max to complain about how much he misses you because he knows Max would understand. Anyone else he tells would just tell him to use the Ferrari team dom if he needs to be taken down, but no thats not what he needs. He needs you, and he knows max will understand.

Max does understand, and they end up talking about how good of a dom you are and how much they miss you. After that, they talk about it more and more.

I also think they'd start to talk about how much they both hate the idea of you domming other people? They know you're a professional dom and so of course you have other clients and neither of them have any right to be upset about that. But well... even though they're submissive they're both also possessive of you. They both want you with them all the time and their skin crawls when they think of how they're all alone missing you and you're busy domming other clients.

Interestingly, neither of them seem to mind that you dom the other though...

#little!driver/rider #little!max #mv #d/s au #D/S AU - Lestappen #poly!max/charles #sub!max #sub!charles #cl #gn!reader

[inchidentally]

more of my completely pointless self-indulgent f1 royalty AU with a Charles focus (as always, pls ignore all historical/monarchy mistakes bc it's an AU) (this is a charlos au but I had to throw in a very tiny lestappen moment bc so many moots love them)

after seeing these of Charles playing football I decided they were from a moment when the prince was playing around with his attendants in the palace because he loved terrorizing them about the many breakables and his not-very-precise footwork with the ball. he's permitted to remove his head and hand coverings within the palace walls but only if he won't risk being seen. I imagined this to be after jousting practice - he's not allowed to properly joust ofc but he can do a pretend version with blunted lances and on soft earth covered in hay. he has a special set of beautifully made leather armor so that there aren't any ridged or sharp places to hurt himself.

it's too hot to keep on once they've returned to the palace and underneath he wears this long red and white suit (replace the sponsors with royal insignias lol)

in my tags I had Charles accidentally run out into the courtyard chasing the ball after a particularly wild header and not realize what he's done until he hears his attendants frantic footsteps behind him. he stays frozen in place, eyes wide and sun beating down onto his face. the courtyard is only on the side of the private apartments and he hasn't ventured far but it's still absolutely forbidden.

the only other person there is a young man about the same size and age as the prince with tightly cropped reddish-brown hair, tugging at the stiff collar of his formal suit in the summer sunshine. in the seconds that their eyes meet, Charles feels himself smile wide and open and radiant. the stranger's grumpy pink face turns awed and his eyes widen when the attendants crowd Charles and carry him back inside. Prince Max Emilian is too young and unlearned about the royal customs of Monaco to understand why his mother turns grey and his father looks cunning when Max runs to their chamber and bursts out the story of the beautiful young man in the courtyard whom he'd just seen 'abducted'.

but from then on, Max Emilian would wisely adopt a look of innocence when the sole rumor of the Monaco's second son's exceptional beauty made it's way through the royal courts again, source unknown.

immediately after the incident, the National Council are expecting heads to roll. the royal visitors from the Netherlands have of course been hushed up (or so they thought) but surely someone must pay with their life and the prince's movements restricted even more. they argue that without the prince's virtue and purity, his value to the royal courts hoping to wed one of their own to him will be as nothing. the very protection of the larger countries of Europe could be in jeopardy. they regularly cast acidic glares up where Charles stands in the gallery, fully covered once more and shaking with anger and fear, unable to even speak for himself. they say all kinds of things about how it couldn't have been worse timing for the prince to show such callousness because the palace is meant to still be in mourning.

Sovereign Prince Lorenzo is weary, having only been on the throne for a year and still deep in his grief for his father. he beckons the head of Charles' retinue forward to stand in front of the throne. Joris bravely pleads the case that he and his staff were just happy to see the young prince having fun again as they'd been worried that his grief combined with the particular seclusion he already lived in would sink him. he offers to take the blame entirely on himself as he shouldn't have allowed the game to venture so close to the courtyard at all.

Lorenzo smiles grimly at him and looks up to meet his brother's pleading, tear-filled eyes. almost twenty years of growing up together and Charles frequently only able to communicate with his eyes have made Lorenzo an expert at reading them. he decrees that the lives and positions of the prince's retinue will be safe but that in concession to the Council, the prince will be confined within the private apartments for three months and afterward he must remain covered even in the private courtyard. it's possibly the final blow to Lorenzo's spirit as sovereign to see his brother's eyes smiling down at him, even as his freedoms being stripped back even further.

little did any of the court know that in just over a year, Prince Lorenzo would abdicate. and that in just under two years, the powerful Sainz family would see their son ascend to the throne and free Charles from his bondage forever.

#f1 royalty au #charlos

[vroomvroommbtch]

So it goes: Chapter 28 - MI x OC

Masterlist

Summary: A bomb in the middle of the mess wasn’t what they wanted, but maybe what they really needed. 

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: Tears for dozens, sadness, swearing, angst all over the place but some fluff at the end. 

Word count: 6.6k

A/N: You’re welcome.

PS: Thanks to the actual sunshine @a-distantdreamer​ for the new covers for the my masterlist. I’m just too happy and I love em so much I could melt! 

---

Chapter 28 - Rearrange us.

She couldn't breathe. Even when she was outside and in the middle of a small forest, Maggie felt like she couldn't breathe. It wasn't just because she was running, but because of what she saw on her phone not even two minutes earlier.  

Things have been good. She survived an 'I don't wanna pack' crisis at Michael's apartment when they came back from France, haunted by the ghosts of 'The last time I packed, left this place and went alone to Dublin we almost broke up'. She spent twenty minutes looking at her empty suitcase, but those twenty minutes really felt like twenty hours. Twenty minutes straight of Maggie frozen, not being able to grab her stuff or move from her own place in the bed.

The task wasn't really hard. She had to pack the necessary stuff to go to Dublin, but especially she had to pack for the wedding. There was no need to bring the normal amount of things she would take for a week away in some country, especially not the amount of things she would take for a double or triple header. She just needed to bring the clothes and accessories she was going to wear at the wedding and some of her clothes and that was it. It was more than a simple task. Besides, she wasn't staying in a hotel; she was staying in her own apartment, where she still had all her stuff or at least seventy percent of them, considering the rest were divided between her bags, London and Monaco, so she didn't have to do much. It was simple. It was easy. It was so easy it felt impossible.  

It wasn't a big deal to pack; she got used to it after months of traveling around the world and living out of a suitcase, but this time, the problem was the memories that came with it. The last time she packed her things in that bedroom, she left to go back to Dublin and she didn't come back for months. The last two times she was there she didn't come back for months, so now it was just a painful bunch of sad memories paralyzing her.  

Maggie knew she was going to be back there with Michael in less than a month, but her brain wasn't really being able to process it. All she could think about was how the next morning Michael was going to drive her to the airport; how she was going to get on a plane and then on a flight to Dublin on her own. All that Maggie could think about was how it was almost exactly as the day were everything fell apart.  

All Maggie could do was look at the Maid of Honor dress hiding inside its black garment bag, laying right beside her new pair of shoes, and she just didn't know what to do except panic for all the wrong reasons. But then Michael showed up and the crisis and panic were cured with hugs, kisses, reassuring words, and then with help to finally pack her things. It also helped the promises Michael made, insisting everything was going to be just fine, and that he was really gonna miss her every single second of every single day.

She also survived a whole week at home, which somehow went by really fast thanks to last minute wedding organizations, family time and homemade food. The fact that she facetimed Michael -and also Olivia- every night helped to not miss them that much. But even when the nights felt eternal and her apartment felt empty without Michael around, she made it through the whole week. She survived, and all that ended when she finally picked them up from the airport, jumping in his arms as if they hadn't seen each other in months instead of just days. In those moments was when Maggie asked herself how she was capable of spending months without seeing him when now it felt like she couldn't even breathe without him. She didn't even remember what her life was like before Michael, but she really didn't want to remember at all.

The only issue that week was the little teeny tiny detail about Mclaren informing Daniel about their decision to replace them and finish his contract for 2023. As soon as Michael texted her to let her know, Maggie was somehow furious and happy to not be in Hungry or in London. She was furious because she should have been there for her family. She was happy because she would have gone and burned the MTC to the ground and tried to kill Zak or Andreas with her bare hands. Not that Michael would have let her do it, but damn, she could have at least tried. In the middle of all that was Daniel, trying to put a smile on his face because nobody was going to ruin his and Jas' wedding. He insisted nobody was going to ruin their summer break and their wedding, so he smiled and said they could fix everything later. 'We'll figure out shit after we get married' he insisted, looking at Jas as he held Olivia in his arms after dinner at their place in Dublin.  

Maggie always admired Daniel for the bravery to deal with all the insanity that came with his job, but there wasn't a time when she admired him more than that week. The fact that he put on a brave face and decided to change the mood was something that Maggie had no idea how he did every single time, but damn, she admired it. Everyone admired him for that, especially in those terrible times. That's why everyone in their family and all of their friends hugged him a bit tighter when they saw him. Daniel knew that they were all by his side, but a little reminder didn't hurt nobody.  

Things with Michael were more than fine. Everything was so great it somehow felt like a fever dream. She couldn't help but smile every single time she saw him at her place, working from the couch as Elizabeth snuggled by his side, probably offended because a machine was taking her rightful place on his place. She even had to pinch herself when she saw him at her parents' and she had to do it again to believe the fact that he was there in Dublin again with her. Everything was fine, just like Michael promised, and she couldn't be happier about it.

But like every single time, everything was fine until it wasn't.

Maggie was just chilling in her room for five damn minutes, waiting for Michael to come back from some groom and groomsmen stuff when she saw it. She wasn't looking for anything related to him; it just showed up right in the middle of her Instagram feed. It was all thanks to Instagram and its algorithm that a picture with the caption 'Michael Italiano's new girlfriend?' appeared right in front of her face. Her hands were shaking when she got into the account that Instagram thought she'd like to follow. But the real problem was when Maggie realized the girl in the picture wasn't her. Even if it was blurry, she could see that whoever she was had her arm around Michael's waist. Maggie didn't need to read anything to know it wasn't her. Even if the picture was taken from afar, and even if it was blurry, she could see the other woman was taller than her. But she could also recognize the one in the picture was Michael. In the picture she could only see his back, but she knew. She didn't need to see his face to know. She could recognize his back anywhere, just like she could recognize the panic creeping inside her body and taking over. It was the same panic that made her run.

They were staying in the beautiful restored farm house in the same location where the wedding was going to be. It was just a beautiful farm turned into a venue surrounded by a lake, woods, and even a waterfall somewhere on the back of the property. When Daniel and Jas saw it, they thought it was wonderful because they could stay away from curious eyes, even if nobody really bothered them in Ireland. They thought it would be a good idea to be away in the country side so they could just celebrate and relax, but in that moment, Maggie thought it was nothing but amazing to run and hide.

Maggie knew she should have stayed. She knew she needed to stay and talk to him, but her feet were moving before she could even think about it. She needed air, and not even with the window open it was possible to do it in the room, so she ran. It was a miracle that she didn't run into anyone as she was leaving the house. She thanked every single one of her lucky stars because, even if it was early, everyone must have been getting ready for dinner that night. It wasn't a rehearsal dinner because Jas and Daniel insisted there was nothing to rehearse, so it was just a little dinner with their inner circle of family and friends on a Friday night before the rest of the guests joined for the wedding on Saturday. Maggie should have been taking a shower and getting ready too, but instead she was running on the path that led to the waterfall.

She knew she shouldn't make assumptions not knowing what had happened, but she couldn't help but feel like someone was ripping her heart out of her chest. It felt like her chest was also gonna jump out of her chest. Her lungs were still unable to breathe properly, her head started to hurt, and her eyes were barely letting her see because of the tears. To add to all that, she was shaking. Her whole body felt like a leaf in the middle of a storm that seemed like it didn't have an ending, and damn, there was nothing she wanted more than seeing it stop.

There was nothing she wanted more than to see the ground under her feet opening up so she could disappear for some time.

Once she finally reached the waterfall, Maggie was glad to have some noise covering her thoughts. There was nothing she wanted more than noise to cancel all the disaster that was inside her mind, and the waterfall did exactly that. The sound of the water falling was somehow soothing, even if nothing could really calm her down.

But as she was looking at the water, Maggie couldn't help but wonder how the hell all that was happening. That was supposed to be a happy weekend. Her sister and her brother-in-law were finally getting married. The parents of her niece were finally getting married. After all the shit they went by and all the shit they were still dealing with, they were finally doing it, but there was destiny trying to ruin everything.

But what hurt the most was the fact that after ten long, terrible months, that shit was happening to Michael and her in the moment they were supposed to talk about them and finally go back together. It couldn't happen a week earlier or a week later. It couldn't happen when Michael was around to calm her down and fix it on a second.

Maggie was so lost in her own head that she lost notion of the time. Even if she had her phone in her hand and even if she got calls and texts, she didn't have the heart to look at it. She knew that if she opened it, the first thing that was going to appear was going to be that picture, and she couldn't watch it again. God, it hurt to think about it, so she didn't want to watch it again. But even like that, she needed to answer. She could see Michael's picture on her screen as he kept calling, surely wondering where she was, and it just made her heart hurt more. In the photo he was smiling as he held his stroopwaffle, all triumphant and happy because he just found out they were sold on bakeries and Maggie was just happy to see him happy. She was happy to see him all happy for something as simple as a walk around Amsterdam with his girl and a fresh stroopwaffle in his hand. It was so damn simple, and Maggie missed those days too much, that she would do anything to go back. She would do anything to go back to those days when they were just a normal couple and not something to be discussed and fixed. She would do anything to go back to the days where she thought things weren't as bad as they seemed.

She would do anything to go back to that week in Amsterdam.

Getting lost in Michael's smile on the screen, Maggie just couldn't help but cry even more at the memories. Everything was painful. Everything felt like freaking torture and her mind was an absolute mess, divided between wanting to answer the phone and wanting to run again and disappear. But she didn't do any of that. She just stayed froze in her place for heaven knew how long until she finally heard what she imagined was going to happen: Michael calling out her name.

Everything happened so fast that it felt like some kind of movie. She was alone, and the next second Michael was right in front of her, placing his hands on her cheeks so she would look at her as he asked what was wrong. It took Maggie just one second and one look to see the panic on his face as he found her crying. It also took her just one second and one thought for Maggie to know that afternoon wasn't going to be a happy one, so before everything went to hell, she let Michael hug her, keeping her as close as possible.

"I need you to tell me if you're hurt, baby girl. Everything is gonna be alright, but you need to talk to me" Michael whispered, pressing kiss after kiss on her head. But Maggie couldn't find the words or even the strength to speak. All she could do was cry against his chest as she grabbed a handful of his shirt with her free hand. "Please tell me if you're hurt, sweetheart" Michael repeated, and all she could do was move her head to say no.

Maggie could imagine how his brain was working at that moment. The math was more than easy on that occasion. Her family and closest friends where all there in the same propriety, so nothing happened to any of them, and she wasn't hurt, so the third option was them. Something was wrong with them. Something happened in the half an hour they were apart. "Talk to me, Maggie. I need to know so we can fix it"

But Maggie couldn't talk, not even when Michael moved inches away from her to be able to look at her face, and she saw again nothing but worry on his expression. She was just tongue-tied, not being able to breathe properly as the tears kept streaming down her face. She couldn't even see him clear at all through the tears in her eyes, but it didn't matter.

There were pros and cons about Michael knowing Maggie as well as he did. After four years he knew her body to perfection, and that included knowing her body language. It looked like a magic trick, but Maggie didn't need to say anything for Michael to know there was a reason why she was grabbing her phone as if her life was depending on it. He just knew, that's why he grabbed her arms until they were in between them. That's when he was finally able to reach her phone and Maggie didn't even fight it. It was going to happen sooner or later, so she let it happen. "What have you read, Maggie?" Michael asked while he unlocked it, looking from her face to the screen. "Michael Italiano with…? What the fuck?" he exclaimed, looking from the phone to her face, not really believing what he was reading. Maggie could see how his face turned from worry to anger in just a second as he kept reading the words that post said. She could see how he was trying to find the words, but even for him it seemed like a complicated task. "I wasn't with any chick. That girl just asked me for a picture. Blake was there. Damn, your sister was three meters from there. Please tell me you don't believe this"

Maggie wanted to explain that she knew he would never hurt her. She wanted to explain that she knew, but that it was her brain the one sabotaging her. She wanted to explain she could barely breathe, let alone speak, but she just couldn't. She couldn't even look at him. All she could do was cry as she grabbed his shirt for dear life, too scared to even think what could happen if she let him go.

"Margaret are you serious? You really think I cheated on you?" he asked, grabbing her chin with his fingers as he did it. But being a messed up coward, Maggie closed her eyes. It was in part a desperate attempt to stop the tears from falling, but also it was a way to not see his face. "Look at me" he insisted, and like every single time, Maggie followed.

And oh, how she regretted it.

"Fuck, I can't believe it" he breathed, dropping his hand from her face. Maggie could say that nothing hurt as much as feeling his hand moving away from her, but his eyes hurt more. She finally broke him. She finally broke the perfect man who loved her with his whole heart and who would do everything for her. She broke him by not being able to speak when he needed to. She broke the man of her dreams by being an absolute selfish, coward, idiot who didn't deserve him at all. "You really think I would do that to you? Do you know me at all?? The last four years have mean nothing for you? Because if you think I would ever do such a thing then you don't know shit about me, Margaret"

"Mike, listen-" she finally murmured, but it wasn't enough. Nothing that she could ever say in that moment was going to be enough. This wasn't like all the previous talks and bad moments. This was just another chapter in their fucked up and complicated story and she was terrified that this time they wouldn't be able to fix it. This time her shit and her mess went too far.

"No, you gotta listen to me" he interrupted her, and the seriousness on his face just made her back up one step and cry even more. "You really need to stop, kid. Jas is right, and you really do need to stop running from this. I just- I don't get it. I tell you that I love every single day, I do every single thing that I can to make you happy but instead of asking me you ran and hide and assume I cheated on you?"

"Mike, please…" she begged, feeling her hands trembling even more than before, even if she had no idea how it was possible.

"No, you need to listen to me for real. I want this and I'm ready to work for it for the rest of my life but I can't do it on my own. If I'm fighting for this I need you on my side, Margaret. I don't care if I have to wait for you five years more but please tell me you're on my side, otherwise it's unless. Otherwise we're just wasting our time here"

'Otherwise we're wasting our time here'

"What? No, Mike…" she cried, trying to grab his arm and hold his hand so he wouldn't move away as she tried to explain, but she couldn't reach him.

In four years, not even once, had Michael moved away from Maggie when she tried reaching him. Not even in the worst of moments did he do it. Not even when they were hiding from their family or in a paddock or a garage full of people. He said he'd rather lie than move away from her, but that Friday he did it. As she tried to reach for him, Michael moved three steps back, getting away from Maggie, and leaving her hanging. That's when Maggie knew it was done. That's when she broke down in every sense of the way. Her legs gave up so easily that they felt like jello and she just felt on the ground, sitting in the dirty as she hid her head between her legs.

On any other normal day she would repeat a little 'She'll be apples' as a reminder of their promises, but not even that helped this time. All her brain could repeat again and again and again like some kind of sick mantra was 'You lost him'. It was all she could think about. It was the biggest truth of her life. It was the scariest thing in the universe and how she hated herself for that.

It wasn't until her heart started to hurt that she didn't get really worried about herself, but then she realized there was nothing she could do about it. If that was the end of their relationship, then she'd have to learn to deal with the constant heartbreak, pain and tears, but she never thought her heart would hurt like that. It hurt to the point that she had no idea which was worse, the physical pain or the emotional one. Maybe that was how really having a broken heart felt. Maybe that's what the terrifying stories about people dying from a broken heart try to explain.

Whatever it was, the thing Maggie knew for sure was that, before that day, she was a mess of shattered pieces staying together because of some kind of a miracle. Now she just finally broke. The only word to describe how she was feeling was broken. The problem was that this time there was no Michael to put her back in one piece.

Maggie didn't hear the soft 'Shit' coming from in front of her. Her heart was pounding so loudly on her ears and her breathing was so accelerated that she couldn't hear a thing. She couldn't focus either, trying to put all her attention on her breathing. She tried all of this in vain to remember all the breathing exercises Michael taught her over the years, but it didn't work. All she could think about was them and how she broke Michael's heart and how she was also going to ruin the wedding, making her head an absolute mess of noise that simple wouldn't stop. But even over the mess and the noise, which had her absolutely lost, she could feel Michael's hand reaching her.

It felt like her soul was coming back to her body.

"No no, sweetheart, c'mere" Michael murmured, kissing her head as he tried to hold her, placing his arms around her body. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. I didn't mean one word, baby". It took Michael no effort to grab Maggie in his arms and make her sit down on his lap as carefully as possible. He knew her, so he clearly knew that holding her against him was the one way to bring her back from whatever place she was. But this time not even that was working. Not even his hug, his words and his kisses were making the crying stop or her breathing go back to normal, but he kept trying. "You gotta breathe with me, baby. Try to focus and follow me, can you do that?"

"I- I can't. It hurts. It… It just hurts too much" she cried, still holding her legs with her arms, making herself as small as possible as she placed her forehead against her legs.

"Look at me, sweetheart" Michael begged, stroking her head in a desperate attempt to make her react. And she has no idea how she did it, but she managed to raise her head after what felt like a lifetime. And a bit of the weight that was on her shoulders disappeared as she saw how the anger and disappointment wasn't on his face anymore. But most importantly, all that disappeared from his eyes. It was now replaced with worry for yet again not knowing how to fix or help the woman she loved. "There you go. Look at my eyes and follow my breathing" he insisted, grabbing her right hand with his and placing it over his chest, so she'd be able to feel how it raised and fell as he breathed. "I got you, okay? I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving. You're safe and sound, baby. Its gonna pass. We're gonna be okay. I promise its gonna be alright but follow me and breathe nice and easy. Do it as deep as you can. I know it feels hard but I know you can"

It hurt. Her chest really did hurt as she tried to follow his steady breathing. Her mind was still an absolute disaster and her body felt absolutely weakened, but she was somehow finding a way to breathe again. It took her time to be able to really follow him, but she did it, slowing down her breathing and actually taking deep breaths. Focusing on his eyes also helped, and at some point she realized at least the shaking was slowing down. The tears were still there, but at least the pain on her chest was more bearable. Plus, the warmth of his body always did wonders to help her calm down, and this time it wasn't the exception.

Time didn't seem to exist that day, and she felt like she spent a lifetime trying to breathe and calm down as she looked at his eyes. That and the way Michael was holding her and grabbing her hand against his chest were the only two things that were keeping her grounded. That was the only thing that was giving her some kind of sense of security and safety. That and the way Michael kept repeating again and again how everything was going to be fine, that he wasn't going anywhere and that they were going to fix it. But what made her try to find her voice and talk again was the look on his face. Even if it was their summer break, Michael looked tired. He looked defeated and exhausted, and Maggie knew it was her fault, so she needed to say something to make it up to him. She needed to say something, anything to mend the harm she caused.

"I'm so sorry…" she whispered, her voice breaking at the simple attempt to say more than just those three words. She could feel her eyes getting full of tears again, because now the fear was leaving, the shame and guilt were taking over because of how she could even think about the possibility of Michael cheating on her. How could he ever do something like that when he was the personification of a sunshine. How when he was there, apologizing to her when he did nothing wrong. "I'm really sorry. I know you didn't do anything" she murmured again. But this time Maggie also collected the necessary force to move her free hand to reach his face, stroking his cheek and jaw with her fingers.

Maggie couldn't believe he was there. She couldn't believe he stayed, no when any other human being would have run away from her months ago.

"No, sweetheart, I'm the one who's sorry. I know you're on my side. I know you're always on my side and that you wanna make this work as much as I do. I promise I know, baby" Michael insisted, kissing the palm of her hand as he leaned his head there. "Besides we made a deal. She'll be apples, remember?"

"I miss you. I miss you so much" she finally started, feeling the knot in her throat bothering her at every single word. But even with that she decided to keep going. Maggie needed Michael to know at least part of why she broke down and she needed to say it before she regretted it. "Every time I said I was sad cause I missed Dublin or my place it was a lie. I-I miss you. I miss coming home to you.. I just… I miss you being my boyfriend but you said we should wait. And I don't wanna wait anymore but I… I-I, damn, I keep ruining everything. I can't do one thing right. I just can't and all I do its hurt you. And I hate myself so much because you don't deserve this. You don't deserve this and I don't deserve you. You deserve so much better than me and I know you didn't do anything. I know it but God, I'm just so tired. I'm tired and I wanna go home and I can't-"

And there was again, the feeling of not being able to breathe properly, the tears taking over and the guilt consuming her head and heart as she finally assumed what she wanted to say for months. The constant feeling of not being enough for him. The constant feeling of knowing Michael deserved something way better. But especially, the fact that she was absolutely lost without him. It wasn't new. It wasn't like he or anyone around her knew, but she finally said it. It was painful and weird to admit, but there was something she needed to do. She owned him that after all they had been through because of her.

She could feel Michael squeezing her hand and tightening his grip around her waist as she rambled. She could see how his heart broke a bit more as she finally admitted all those things. She knew if it wasn't someone else instead of Michael, that person would have run yet again, but all he did was kiss her hand and help her calm down again.

"We're home, Maggie. This thing we have right here, us together, that's our home. You're my home. And there's no better than this and than you, so don't think I deserve better cause there's no such thing" Michael explained, kissing Maggie's hand one last time before she moved it to his chest again, trying to focus on his heartbeat and his breathing to calm herself again. "Hey, you remember LA? Remember the first time we went there? There was nothing you wanted more than to go to the Griffith observatory. There was nothing else you wanted to see"

Maggie knew that technique too well. It was the 'Talk to Maggie about literally anything to distract her from whatever is happening'. Michael normally used happy memories of them and it worked every single time, but Maggie couldn't help but wonder why he chose LA from all their stories together.

"And I didn't want to go to the beach because I was on my period but Dan and Jas had plans to go with his friends. You came with me so I wouldn't have to go alone, even if it was a perfect day to go to the beach. You told me it wasn't going to be funny if I wasn't there with my black bikini. You spent the whole day listening to my rambling in the observatory" she remembered, letting Michael's hand go from hers so he could clean her cheeks full of tears with his fingers, which she knew was just a silly excuse to stroke her face.

She remembered perfectly how all she did was talk about how badly she wanted to go there. Since the moment she decided to join them on the trip, the first thing she did was ask if they could go there. Maggie didn't want to ruin anyone's day, so she was ready to go on her own when her beach day was ruined, but Michael wouldn't allow it. He put one excuse after another to not go with Jas and Daniel; and then he said a hundred more to why he was going with her. But then she overheard Daniel joking about how it was fine if Michael wanted to spend some time alone with Maggie. Daniel whispered that he wasn't going to say a thing or blame him. Not even with Daniel's kind of approval, Michael admitted a thing about them. Michael just said that he didn't want Maggie to go around on her own in a city that she has never been in, knowing how dangerous some neighborhoods could be. He insisted it was all about looking after her like she was their little sister, and Maggie had to cover her mouth to not laugh out loud.

"I did because it was way more interest listening to you explaining it all to me. You looked so damn happy I just couldn't stop looking at you. But there's this little moment there that I could never forget" Michael pointed, moving her hair out of her shoulders and arranging it behind her ears with all the delicacy. "We were outside looking down at LA, you were talking about this Criminal Minds' episode and how the bad guy kidnapped a nanny and a baby right there and then you told me 'The world can be a really scary place some days, but damn I wanna see it all'. You knocked me up with that. I had no idea what to say after it"

"So you kissed me"  

And how Maggie remembered that kiss. She remembered how everything around them felt and smelled, but she remembered how his lips tasted, how he smelled, and how his hands around her felt. It was perfect and he was perfect and everything about that moment was perfect; that's why that was one of their favorite memories together.

"Yeah, but that was also cause I knew right there and then that I was falling in love with you. What I also knew was that I was gonna do every single thing in my power to make you see the world and that I wanted to see it with you. I wanna see it all by your side, Mags. I wanted it back then and I still want it now after four years with you"

So that was his point with the story. But they agreed on something, and that was that she wanted the same as him, even after four years.

And just like Michael did it that afternoon at the Griffith observatory, Maggie didn't ask permission to kiss him. Not that she had to, not after four years together, but maybe she should have done it after what was really their first fight. She couldn't help but think that she should have asked, but she needed him. She needed to feel his lips so damn badly. Even if Maggie knew, she needed to somehow feel that he was still hers, so she kissed him. It was just their lips slightly pressed together, almost ghosting each other's mouths, but that was enough. It was all sweetness, love and adoration and that was all she needed.

That and Michael's smile as she kissed him.

"And now you kissed me"

"Its that okay?" she murmured, too scared to move closer or farther away until she got her answer.

And his answer was as simple as another kiss, as sweet and loving as the previous one. "You don't ever have to ask permission to kiss me. Ever"

"You must think I'm insane" she breathed, and damn, for how long she had been holding that one inside her chest. Long enough that once it was out, she felt absolutely lighter.

"I mean, you're dating me with everything that includes" he shrugged, and she couldn't help but melt a bit as he smile appeared again, but this time just bigger as he kissed her nose. "I'm joking. You're not insane"

"Maybe I am"

Michael just said no with his head as he kissed the tip of her nose again, but this time he got serious again before he kept talking. "I fucked up in your birthday when I told you there was no hurry to go back together. I fucked up proposing this whole time off thing in the first place. It was the worst idea of my life. I shouldn't have even think about it. You needed me to hold you and I did exactly the contrary. I'm the one who's insane for letting you go"

"You were trying to help me. I could have say no, so its not your fault" she shrugged, finally moving her hands from his chest and moving them up to his neck. "So, we just had our first fight in four years. Where does this let us?"

"Well, I think we still should have a really long talk on Sunday or Monday if we're too rotten after the wedding. But despite that, we're back together. You're my girlfriend in full capacity, Lady Margaret of the Lands of Ireland. I mean, as long as you agree and want this idiot back". That was the first time Maggie smiled in what felt like centuries. It was the first time she laughed in what felt like a lifetime. It was just a little giggle, but it made her feel like maybe she wasn't that broken. "Is that a smile? My Maggie is smiling again? Ain't you the prettiest thing in this world? And fuck, how much I love you, sweetheart" Michael smiled, moving them enough so he could be able to kiss her cheek, knowing perfectly fine that was gonna make her smile even more.

"I love you too, silly man" she smiled, placing her hands around his waist to keep him as close as possible, even if it was impossible to get him even closer considering she was on his lap.

"I know you do. But you gotta let me in, baby. Not just here, but here" Michael affirmed, pointing to her heart and then her head. "I can't read minds and if I don't know what's happening, then I can't help you. You gotta let me in and talk to me, sweetheart"

"I know, and you're right, but can we please talk about this after the wedding too?" Maggie practically begged. She didn't have the strength to do all that, at least not at the moment.

"Sounds alright" Michael agreed, kissing her forehead before he continued. "Lets go back so we can take a shower and get ready. Are you wanna wear your green heels tonight?"

"I will" she nodded, knowing how much Michael loved to see her wearing the heels he got her for her birthday. She was saving them to wear them with the little black silky dress she was going to wear that night at dinner, because even if it wasn't s big thing, she wanted to look good for him.

"That's my girl" Michael smiled all happy, making her melt with the words he used. She was still his girl and that was all that mattered after such a mess. "Do you want me to give you a piggyback back to our room?"

"Please" she nodded, squeezing his waist to make him stay just one extra second. "Hey Mike? About the shower, are you staying with me there? I don't wanna let you go"

"Yes, I'm staying, but just for the rest of my life"

And then again, Maggie couldn't help but smile because that sounded like a good plan.

---

Taglist

@jamminvroomvroom @starlightoctavia @dr3lover @monte-carlando​ @brightlightsinlife

#michael italiano #michael italiano fic #michael italiano oneshot #michael italiano imagine #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 fic #formula 1 #formula 1 oneshot #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula one #formula one oneshot #formula one fanfic #formula one imagine #so it goes fic

[justaredheadf1fan]

Season 2022 Masterlist

Hello there!

Welcome to the Masterlist of the Formula 1 season 2022. Here you'll be able to find every single post I've made so far and the ones I'll be posting from now on during the 2022 season. Obviously, this wouldn't be my blog if I didn't use an F1 meme as a header, would it?

I hadn't really thought about doing this until now, 6 months after I started this blog, so I can confirm I'm a total disaster, but I can't fix how my brain works for now 😂

Without further ado, here it is:

Introduction

Abu Dhabi GP 2021

Mercedes-AMG Petronas statement

F1 journalists or how some reporters are so biased it sucks to watch sports

Finally, Formula 1 is back and so am I 🙃

Teeny weeny news or whatever you wanna call it

Will Formula 1 ever do something that matters to stop this?

I'm saying goodbye to the one person who "drove me out of F1" when I didn't see any further

The summer break starts and the Silly Season takes over

Season 2022 Masterlist:

Pre-Season 2022:

Finally, Formula 1 is back and so am I 🙃

Bahrain GP 2022

First Free Practice Friday of 2022

Bahrain FP3 and Quali sessions

First race of the 2022 season - Bahrain GP

Saudi Arabia GP 2022

2nd F1 weekend and the coming disaster

Race in Jeddah Corniche, the worst possible circuit

Australia GP 2022

The Australian GP is finally here and my vacation days are too

What the hell does Australian water have? It’s nuts this weekend

Australian GP or how to turn shit around with a few track changes

Emilia-Romagna GP 2022

Imola, land of the "What the fuck is going on here this weekend?"

The Emilia Romagna 2022 GP killing me softly

Miami GP 2022

First ever Miami GP starts

First party hard of the Miami weekend

Miami the dissappointment

Barcelona-Catalunya GP 2022

Barcelona GP 2022, first time watching live 🤩

Barcelona GP, better known as one of the best weekends I remember, ever

Monaco GP 2022

Monaco GP, chaos made Formula 1 circuit

The absolute heartbreak in Monaco

Azerbaijan GP 2022

And the boys are Bak-u! (don't kill me for this one)

Bak-ú at it again! (I can't stop)

And Bak-ú to the disappointment pit we go (yes, I'm stopping now)

Canada GP 2022

O Canada, we're back!

Uninteresting rainy day at the office? ⛈

O Canada, the big surprise

British GP 2022

Chaos ensues at Silverstone

Silverstone who?

Silverstone with some delay 😅

Austrian GP 2022

Shitty week and then Austria happened

The Return of the Sprint Race

What Silverstone taketh, Austria giveth

French GP 2022

French press afternoon and When We Were Young release

What seems to be the least entertaining GP so far (I hope I'm wrong)

I lost my interest somewhere in France until Charles Leclerc happened

The scream I could've never anticipated froze my blood

Hungarian GP 2022

And after yesterday's bomb, we go back to business "as usual" in Hungaroring

Hungaroring starting to step it up

Hungaroring giveth after Paul Ricard become a good thing for once

Belgian GP 2022

F1 is back in Spa and so are the big news

Spa goes on and on and I can't keep up this week

Dutch GP 2022

Zandvoort incoming

Good ol' Zandvoort giving me the boot

The nightmare is back

Italian GP 2022

Monza is finally back and I just don't make it on time

The Monza curse

Singapore GP 2022

Back to Marina Bay we go!

The rain and massive craziness hit Singapore

Singapore, I... have no words

Japanese GP 2022

We're back at Suzuka but it brings back a few nightmares

Suzuka, I expected more of you

The disappointment in Suzuka does not come from Suzuka, but the FIA as usual

United States GP 2022

Austin is making a comeback like no other

Busy day at COTA (or busy day for me watching everything?)

Austin you gorgeous surprise, what a weekend!

Mexican GP 2022

Spooky Mexican season is upon us 💀

Día de los Muertos spirit working its magic

What happens in Mexico, stays in Mexico

Brasilian GP 2022

Finally back at the place where Magic happens

The Sprint Race I didn't know I would love so much

I'm actually speechless after this

Abu Dhabi GP 2022

The end is nigh...

It's almost upon us...

The Final Lap

P.D: I'm open to suggestions/ideas of how to improve this, but for now this is the best I could come up with 🤓

#f1 #formula 1 #mercedes amg f1 #scuderia ferrari #aston martin racing #haas f1 team #mclaren f1 racing #alfa romeo racing #alpine f1 team #scuderia alpha tauri #williams racing #sir lewis hamilton #George Russell #Charles Leclerc #Carlos saint jr #sebastian vettel #lance stroll #mick schumacher #kevin Magnussen #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #zhou guanyu #valtteri bottas #esteban ocon #fernando Alonso #pierre gasly #yuki tsunoda #alex albon #nicholas latifi #formula 1 blog

[enchantestuff]

miscommunication - charles leclerc

in which your Pierres little sister and reap the consequences after an eventful night in Monaco with his best friend

I think I'm going to make this into a series, like 3 more parts maybe??

part two

GIF NOT MINE!!!

warnings: smut, my failed attempt at angst (I tried), language, em yeah

3k words (I have no idea how that happened) 

You had known Charles for years, which wasn't particularly surprising considering you were Pierres little sister.

When you were little you envied their friendship, constantly trying to insert yourself in their games and conversations. You had lost count of the amount of times they slammed a door in your face, demanding you to leave them alone. You hadn’t realised how annoying you were being as you followed them around everywhere, even if Pierre had scolded you for it each day.

When you were a teenager, Pierre purposely kept Charles away from you, telling him that if he even looked in your direction he wouldn't hesitate to end their friendship. You, of course, had no idea of the threat not that it mattered as you didn't paid any attention to the infamous duo during those few years, living in your own little world full of clothes , friends and different boys.

Now, however, you were an adult and all you wanted to do was support your brother throughout his career. In recent years you had gone to as many races as you physically could, but of course you had your own job and unfortunately didn’t have the time to attend any race this season.

Pierre was disappointed, he loved having you there to support him, but he understood that you had your own life and never placed any blame on you. After years of the two of you constantly ignoring each other and bickering, you had finally begun to act like siblings and all he wanted to do was make up for lost time.

You had thankfully gotten three weeks off work - well they weren’t necessarily weeks off as you still had to do your job, but your boss insisted that there was no need for you to trek to the office everyday when you were perfectly capable of doing the work at home on your laptop. The timing couldn't have been better with the triple header just around the corner, it almost seemed like a miracle and you were gonna enjoy every minute of it.

You grinned as you texted your brother.

Any spare tickets to the race :)

He replied almost immediately.

You're kidding, which one?

All of them?

Your texting was cut off by Pierres contact photo appearing on your phone. You answered instantly only to hear Pierre screaming through your speakers, he also slipped in a few delighted curse words before finally letting you talk.

“My boss gave me the next three weeks off so I’m going to go support my favourite brother” you grinned.

“Your only brother” he remarked and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

You spent the next few hours catching up and retelling pointless stories. You had gone to sleep with a lazy smile on your face and  woke up the next morning to a text from Pierre, telling you that he had organized your passes for the three weekends as well as the flights, all you had to do was find a hotel. He slipped in the name of the hotel that he was staying at, and to your luck there was still room available. Now all that was left to do was wait.

You grinned giddy as you stepped off the plane and walked toward the baggage collection area, excited to finally get back to watching races in person. You rubbed your eyes in surprise when you spotted your brother waiting for you. “Pierre?” you screamed delightly, running up to him and pushing his body into a bone crushing hug. It felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever even if it was only a few months.

“Bonjour,” he laughed as he hugged you back.

“I thought you were busy all day today” you exclaimed once you pulled away from him.

He sheepishly shrugged at you with a lazy grin on his face. “I may have lied, are you ready to go?”

You nodded your head at him and for the first time in a long time your mind drifted towards your brother's best friend, Charles, who you hadn’t spoken to since an eventful night in Monaco a few months ago.

You cursed yourself as you thought back to that very moment.

Charles was having a party at his lovely home, you can't remember now what you were celebrating but everyone was ecstatic. You could hear the music from across the street and you knew before you even entered the house that it was going to be a night to remember.

The moment you stepped foot inside you were surrounded by multiple drunk people, all with large grins and hooded eyes plastered on them and you laughed as almost everyone stumbled around the house.

You spotted your brother in the middle of the room dancing with a pretty blonde, he had a goofy smile on his face and you knew from that sight of him alone that he was wasted. You were the only sober person there, at least that's what you thought until Charles had made his way to you with two cups in his hand, alcohol for you and water for him.

“I thought you were celebrating,” you mused as you took a sip of the dark liquor.

“Someone needs to keep these drunk idiots in check,” he joked.

“Well in that case” you said as you handed your drink to a stranger and took a sip of his water instead. You laughed at the bewildered look he threw your way before continuing, “I'm not going to let you tackle this party alone.” The smile that formed on Charles was genuine and your breath hitched in your throat at the sight.

You surprisingly enjoyed yourself the whole night, maybe that was because you knew everyone there, but most likely it was because you spent the whole night with Charles.

A few hours into the party he turned to you asking to dance, you didn't even hesitate to say yes, nerves surrounded you immediately and they only got worse when his hands dipped dangerously low on your hips. Your eyes automatically searched for Pierre and you left out a sigh of relief when you couldn't find him anywhere.

The thought of getting caught fueled both you and Charles, so when he spun you around to face him neither of you hesitated to connect your lips. You considered yourself lucky that everyone around you was too drunk to notice your heated make out and used it to your advantage. You pulled him even closer to you, moaning in his ear when he grabbed your bum and giggling at the whimper he let out.

You felt dizzy. The fact that you were both sober made your first kiss even more real.

You were anxious when he asked you if you wanted to go somewhere more private but agreed nevertheless, hoping that maybe he had wanted you for as long as you had wanted him.

He had tenderly kissed you again once he closed the door behind him.

“God, you have no idea how long i've waited to do this,” he moaned in your ear and although you knew that was just something people said in the heat of the moment, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself believe every single word that left his lips and got even more attached to the moment.

You revealed a piece of yourself to him that night, not only a physical part, but a part of your heart as you admitted your deepest secrets to him. “Fuck, Charles, I’ve always wanted you,” you moaned when he gently placed you on the bed.

You attached yourself to the kisses he placed all over your body, you paid attention to every bit of affection that he showed you, never once wanting him to stop. When he positioned himself next to you and asked if you were sure you told him there was nothing you've ever been more sure about.

You had both simultaneously moaned when he entered you, laughing at each other afterwards, which made your heart flutter. He was Charles, your brothers best friend and yet sex with him felt so natural.

He placed a tender kiss to your chest before he started moving and you couldn't help but hold him close to you, he didn't seem to mind however as he nested his head in the crook of your neck, letting you hear all the soft gasps and grunts that left his mouth.

You arched your back in pleasure when he reached the deepest parts inside you, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back and all you could think was God why didn't we do this sooner?

“Don't stop, please Charles, don't stop” you moaned in his ear, and if you weren't in a completely different world you would have noticed the shiver than ran down his entire body at your words.

“Trust me, mon amour, i never want to stop”

You weren't even aware of the moans the left your lips until Charles had grabbed your chin and looked at you with desperation written all over his face, “Merde, Y/N, i want more than anything to make this moment last but If you keep making those pretty little sounds you're gonna make me cum”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words “Shut me up then”

And he did, he grunted as he reconnected your lips, swallowing your moans and letting out his own in the process. From the kissing, to Charles’ moans and the rolling of his hips it didn't take you long to release the knot in your stomach.

You regretted it now, thinking back on it, it had completely ruined your friendship with Charles. Your daily silly texts to each other had ceased to exist, your weekly facetime calls had died and a piece of you had broken.

You didn’t expect any less, he was your brother's best friend and even though you always found him insanely attractive, you knew deep down he would have found your little crush on him weird. You always had the suspicion that he saw you as a little sister, and the way he completely ignored you after your hookup had proven them to be true.

You couldn't hate him, or even place the blame of your failed friendship on him as you also went out of your way to ignore him, something that you really regretted but couldn’t change.

“You alright?” Pierre asked as he grabbed your suitcase in his hand.

“Yeah sorry i - i don't know what happened to me there,” you choked out, walking alongside Pierre to his car.

“It's free practice tomorrow, you coming?” he asked once you were both sitting comfortably in his car.

“Yeah, of course” you nodded as you watched the tall buildings pass by in the window.

“Everyones misses you, you know?” he quickly glanced over at you while he drove, wondering what the hell you were thinking so hard about.

“Yep” you sighed, “Me too,” but all you could think about was the Ferrari driver and how awkward it would be to see him again

You had shut yourself in your hotel room for the rest of the night, the flight and overly long check in had taken all the remaining energy out of you and all you wanted to do was curl into the hotel bed and sleep for as long as you possibly could. So that's what you did, until Pierre rang your phone, telling you that he was leaving for free practice in half an hour, wondering if you needed lift, which of course you did you had mumbled to him while scrabbling out of the bed and running to your bathroom to take the quickest shower of your life.

You had somehow gotten ready in time and before you knew it you were walking around the paddock with Pierre next to you, basking in the glorious sun.

Pierre whistled in excitement when he spotted Charles walking out of the Ferrari motorhome. The brunette quickly turned at the sound, a smile forming on his face when he spotted Pierre, his eyebrows raising soon after as he finally noticed you next to him. Your heart beat loudly in your chest as he got closer and closer to you.

You stood firmly in your spot, uncertain if a hug would be too big of an action after months of silence between you both, quite frankly you didn’t even want to touch him, the pain that he had caused you cutting too deep. Unfortunately, he beamed at you and grabbed your hips, pulling you into his chest and rocking you both side to side.

“Hi,” you laughed, unwilling to cause a scene in front of your brother, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck.

“It's great to see you” he admitted when he pulled away and you felt your throat close up at his words. “I’ve missed you”

“I missed you too,” you smiled and although it wasn’t a lie, the words felt dirty leaving your lips. You shouldnt have missed him, not when he left you lying alone in his bed after you both had sex.

“God, you're acting like you haven't spoken to each other in months,” Pierre laughed, and you and Charles shared an awkward look with each other. The silence that followed was unbearable.

You cleared your throat as you looked around the paddock. “I'm going to get some water” you quickly spilled out and abruptly turned in the other direction, ignoring the confused look that Pierre shot in your direction. You had only taken a few steps when Charles grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a random building.

“Shh it's me” he flinched as you pushed yourself away from him, “it's me” he repeated looking at the bewildered expression on your face.

“You couldn’t have just talked to me like a normal human being?” you argued, “Did you really have to drag me behind a building?”

“I couldn't talk about you know what around you know who” he threw back and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh! You dont want to talk about us having sex infronf of Pierre” you snapped and he covered your mouth with his hand. You bit his hand and he gasped in response.

“You bit me!” he half shouted.

“You didn’t seem to mind last time” you commented , relishing in how flustered Charles had gotten.

“We need to talk about that” he choked out, looking absolutely anywhere except your eyes.

“Oh so now you want to talk about it?” you asked with an accusing tone to your voice, surpringing not only Charles but also yourself.

“I know it was a dick move, I just” he sighed “I didn’t know how to bring it up”

“How about maybe not leaving straight away? How about sending me a text explaining how you felt instead of leaving me in the dark for months? If you thought it was a mistake you could have just-”

“I didn't think it was a mistake”

You couldn't help the effect those words had on your heart, but suddenly you were even more furious, he was unintentionally playing with your heart and you didn't know how much more of it you could take.

“Then why didn't you tell me!”

You were frustrated and he wasn’t helping one bit. He had left it too late, the damage was done, you had spent months regretting your decision to climb into bed with him and a few words lazily strung together to form a sentence wasn't going to erase the emotional damage he caused you. It didn't matter anymore whether it was intentional or not

“I didn't want to ruin our friendship”

“That is the dumbest excuse I've ever heard!”

You could feel tears pricking your eyes and all you wanted to do was sob your heart out, but you refused to cry in front of him, you didn't want him to know the effect he had on you. “Look your late and i - i need to breathe”

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you ran away, unable to face the boy who broke your heart: the boy who had given you everything you could possibly want, only to snatch it out of your grasp.

You cursed yourself for getting attached to that moment because now, every time you closed your eyes, all you see was him panting on top of you and all you could feel was his lips on your skin. It was a memory that used to delight you but now all it brought was sadness and pain.

You knew your attachment issues would bring you pain one day, but only now as you crouched down next to some random building, did you realise it would be physical pain. You clawed at your neck in desperation. You couldn't breathe. Your tears were practically suffocating you and you couldn't help but think Charles' hands ripping your heart from your chest was the cause.

Unknowingly to you, Charles watched your retreating figure with tears forming behind his eyes. It had finally hit him how much he fucked things up. He thought he was doing the right thing, he thought maybe you needed space, maybe you would have regretted it.

He wore his heart on his sleeve that day, everything that he told you was true, he was just so scared. So scared that he would be left heartbroken, that his feelings were unrequited, that maybe, just maybe, you would be disgusted with yourself for what you two did.

He left early the next morning to hype himself up, to finally tell you about his feelings for you that had been bubbling around in his stomach for years, but when he returned to his bedroom you were gone.

He didn't realise how much waking up to an empty bed would affect you, just as much as you didnt realise how much leaving would affect him.

He was never good at communication, but it was so easy with you, so why didn't he pick up the phone? He had no excuse except that he was scared.

It was his fear that hurt him the most. It was his fear that broke your heart and that had hurt him so much more than he thought was possible.

#Charles leclerc imagine #Charles Leclerc x reader #forumla 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #angst #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #Charles Leclerc smut #charles leclerc smut #formula 1 smut

[formulavilla7]

Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader

This is the third chapter of my Max story. Hope you enjoy it! Hope it’s ok that I’m using the same gif btw, it’s just to make my story identifiable as I don’t have a proper name for it yet (If anyone wants to help with that then I’d love that)

The Styrian Grand Prix was upon them, the first of the GPs at the Red Bull Ring in the stunning Austrian mountains surrounding the city of Spielberg. To say Max wanted to win here was an understatement. As a Red Bull driver to win at his team’s home race was always special. He’d done it before in previous seasons but of course he wouldn’t complain about doing it again. Any race was crucial to his championship fight.

Going into the weekend he felt relatively calm as he’d come off the back of a win in France and managed to put the pain of Baku behind him. He hoped that the success of France would continue in the next few races so that he could create a gap to Lewis.

He was looking forward to seeing Y/N again. As promised, they’d kept in contact throughout the week that they’d been separated with Max in Monaco and her in the UK. They texted each other almost daily and Max knew that he was falling for her and falling for her hard.

They’d managed to see each other briefly on Thursday and Friday sharing secret smiles as they both remembered their time in France. Max wasn’t sure what he classed that as. He hoped that it could be considered a date but neither of them had made that clear and he wasn’t going to bring it up. He didn’t even know if she liked him like that.

He shook those thoughts from his mind and tried to focus as qualifying was fast approaching. He couldn’t afford to mess up in qualifying because he’d been preoccupied with thinking about Y/N. If she knew, she wouldn’t thank him for it.

He remembered her words of encouragement, telling him that he was going to smash it in Austria. He smiled to himself about it as he lowered himself into the car and pulled down the visor to shield his eyes. Eyes that were probably shaped like hearts at the moment. He thought of the tingling in his cheek from her kiss last week and smiled harder. He was glad that no one could see his face at the moment.

With that last thought, he readied himself for qualifying, starting the car and waiting for the permission from his mechanic to leave the garage. Wish me luck, he thought as the smiling British woman invaded his mind once again before he shifted concentration to the task at hand and exited the garage, gliding up the pit lane and beginning his laps.

It was a successful session for him and he left the third qualifying session with pole position secured in his grasp for the race. It couldn’t have gone better. He clambered out of the car, pulling off his helmet and balaclava and wiping his sweaty skin with a towel. He knew he couldn’t get complacent as pole wasn’t a guarantee of a win but it was a good start and for that he was happy. He was even happier to do it for his team and hoped that the race would go in his favour.

The next day, Max was fully in race mode, ready to bring home his second win of the triple header. Y/N had sent him a good luck text that morning and told him that he could do it. He took that into the race, his heart warming that she thought of him.

He dominated the race. There was no other way to put it. He was 30 seconds ahead of the other 19 drivers including both Mercedes and his position had not really been challenged. It was an easy race for him, not that he was complaining. He cruised to a third career victory at the Red Bull Ring and slowed down to take the flag and revel in the moment. Two wins out of three in the triple header, maybe Y/N was right.

He stood proudly on the top step, the two Mercedes drivers beside him. He wished that he could have gotten fastest lap and that Checo could be alongside him on the podium and hadn’t had a slow pit stop but he knew that there was no time for what ifs. He’d still won and he had to be grateful for what he’d got. He lifted the trophy high in the air and uncorked his champagne as was tradition, feeling the cold, sticky liquid hit his skin.

Red Bull were impressed with the emphatic win and he thanked the staff for their hard work in making the car so much better than the rest of the grid this weekend. He grinned at Y/N, mouthing ‘you were right’ when he was sure that no one was watching, which she giggled at mouthing back ‘it’s all you’.

When the second Austrian Grand Prix rolled around a week later, Max felt more confident. He’d had success a week prior and whilst he knew he couldn’t get ahead of himself it possible to get the same result

He did just that, qualifying on pole again. He’d faced a surprising threat from the British McLaren driver, Lando Norris, who he knew to be incredibly talented so he remained on his guard. He’d felt tense in the closing stages of qualifying but he’d pushed it down, knowing that the Red Bull had the pace advantage. The slight guilt he felt for denying his friend a first pole in his F1 career vanished when he realised that Sergio had qualified P3. Hamilton was fourth and Bottas fifth, which played into his hands perfectly. If Sergio could hold them off then they’d be onto a winner.

Max had done it again. The triple header had been a huge success for him in his championship battle. He stood on the top step yet again. He’d finished 17 seconds ahead of Bottas in second. Hamilton had finished fourth. He grinned, for two weeks he’d been the king of the Red Bull Ring as their star driver and he’d won dominantly at that. No one had been able to catch up with him

There was a knock on the door of his driver’s room.

He opened it, seeing Y/N and stood aside to let her in. She beamed at him “You did it! Three wins in a row. I knew you could do it, Max.”

“It’s all thanks to you. You encouraged me, told me that Baku was just a one off and you’ve supported me”

“No, it was you. Your talent and resilience. You worked so hard for this Max. I’m so happy for you. I’m proud of you. You deserve this” Her eyes were sincere

Proud. He wasn’t used to hearing that word often. She was proud of him. Impulsively he hugged her, just like she’d done in Baku, drawing her warm body close to his and resting his head in the crook of her neck. Her hand gently stroked his hair.

He pulled back a little from the hug. He looked deeply into her eyes and she looked intensely into his own blue ones. Instinctively they both leaned closer, edging forward slowly until they were inches away. Then Max pressed his lips to her’s softly, his hands moving from her waist to settle in her hair. She began to respond, leaning up on her tiptoes and smiling into it, her arms winding around his neck. They pulled back. Max smiled at her, his hand resting on her cheek and lifting her head so that her eyes would meet his. Their cheeks were flushed red and their hair was mussed.

“I have something to confess” Max said, the nerves rising. It was an unusual feeling, he never got nervous. He took fear in his stride but this was different. “I like you. A lot. As more than a friend. If you feel the same then I’d really like to see how this could progress.”

Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deeper red. She looked lost for words. He took her silence as a rejection and visibly deflated. It stung. He’d hoped she’d feel the same. He opened his mouth but had no idea what he could say. Please ground, he begged, swallow me up. He closed his eyes, sighing

What he didn’t expect was for a pair of soft lips to touch his. His eyes flew open briefly to check that he wasn’t dreaming but closed once more when he realised it was reality. Her hand rested on his bearded cheek, cupping his face as the other rested on his chest.

“So I take it this means you feel the same way?” He asked cheekily, winking.

“Where did you get that idea? Do you think I just go around kissing people Max?” She replied rolling her eyes fondly and shaking her head. She returned to seriousness though “I like you too Max. A lot. I’d love to see where this goes.”

That was it, this eclipsed all race weekends and he’d had some brilliant ones in his career. He was so happy

He kissed her again, unable to resist and she giggled. She felt content, like nothing would ruin her happiness. Her home race was next, Silverstone, and from what her dad said and what she’d seen, it was always an amazing event. She couldn’t wait to see for herself in two weeks time and she hoped that Red Bull, particularly Max, got good results there. Those were thoughts for another day though and so she pushed them from her mind, basking in the comfort of Max’s arms.

“What will dad say?” She laughed, the thought popping into her head.

Max shuddered slightly, paling. Ordinarily he wasn’t scared of Christian and the two men got along very well but he was beginning a relationship with the man’s daughter and he wasn’t certain that his driving abilities would save him from a certain death at the Brit’s hands if he ever found out. People saw him as Red Bull and Christian’s starboy, the favourite, but things could change.

“Maybe we should keep it on the lowdown for a bit. I quite like being alive at the moment.”

“That’s probably for the best” she agreed. Her dad didn’t have to know yet, they’d only just gotten together and who knew how he’d react. If they stayed together for a while then they’d have to tell him but certainly not yet. She could only imagine his reaction.

They spent the rest of the evening at the hotel, a film playing on the screen and quiet conversation between the two of them filling the room as they relaxed from the day. The bubble would be burst when they both had to fly home but they would cross that bridge when they came to it.

It was done though. They didn’t have to hide their feelings for each other anymore and they were excited to see the new challenges they lay ahead with this dynamic.

They felt like a weight had been lifted from their shoulders and they slept with smiles on their faces.

A new chapter of their tale had begun. All it needed was the events to fill it.

#f1 imagines #f1 imagine #formula 1 #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #red bull racing

[drivindrivin]

well i'm new to f1 and i've started following randomly suggested f1 blogs and i see you have a lot of asks so please don't take this the wrong way and feel free to ignore me!!! but i have a noob question: why does everyone on this website hate charles leclerc, what's the tea, what has he done, he's cute and he seems nice??? what am i missing

where do we start with charles...

this got extremely long so, under the cut, my unintentional essay about charles.

In this essay, I will explain why Charles is a peak eurotrash fuckboi.. 

But in all seriousness I’m going to guess that many people don’t actually hate Charles, but he hasn’t make himself particularly likable lately. and I certainly not a fan of him as of right now and don’t see that changing any time soon.

I personally up until recently really wanted to root for Charles. He’s had a fairly tragic story, he lost his godfather Jules Bianchi in an accident following Suzuka 2014 and he now is in the seat Jules likely would be in at Ferrari if it hadn’t of happened. He also took pole and raced and won right after his father passed away when he was in F2. He’s always been a very talented driver there’s no denying that, he won both GP3 and F2. And he was also close friends with Anthoine Hubert who passed away following an accident in Spa last season in the F2 race. Charles went on to win his first F1 race at Spa the next day and dedicated it to him. 

Charles had an impressive rookie season with Sauber. When he moved to Ferrari a lot seemed to change... he was no longer nice cute Charles at Sauber, but was race winning, pole getting and cutthroat Charles, which fair enough he had a race winning car now. 

It had been more or less accepted that before the season, he was going to be #2 to Sebastian Vettel’s #1, but his performance made that not to be very quickly. So this didn’t exactly make him popular with Seb fans. Charles was the first Ferrari driver in nearly a decade to win the Monza GP, Ferrari’s home race since 2010. He also apparently made some questionable personal choices.. that you can look up on your own if you’re so inclined.

He and Seb had a lot of issues with team orders, like Seb undercutting him for the win in Singapore and then eventually hitting each other in Brazil. Which the number 1 rule is don’t hit your teammate.

He did a lot twitch streaming during the COVID induced break which revealed him to be a huge dork for a lot of reasons, including him wearing a banana costume/racing lawnmowers/eurotruck simulator with the other young drivers, which earned him a lot of goodwill. He also organized race for the world which raised money for COVID relief.

Which leads us to why Charles is so unpopular right now...

First, he was one of the six drivers that didn’t kneel with Lewis Hamilton at the first race in Austria, but still maintains he’s against racism. Which was deeply disappointing because he was one of the first drivers who said something after Lewis had essentially called all of F1 out for not saying anything in response to BLM, so I thought he had learned. He needed to use his platform to speak out on important issues! I was wrong. He doubled down on not kneeling in subsequent interviews, by essentially saying he didn’t have to kneel to be against racism. Needless to say it’s bad when you don’t follow the example of the only Black driver on the grid. He hasn’t kneeled at the Styrian or Hungarian GPs either.

Then, between the 2 Austria races, he went back home to Monaco. Which isn’t great and Valtteri Bottas did the same thing. But Charles didn’t maintain his ‘bubble’ and went out to dinner with friends and an art gallery maskless, and it was all on social media. Which was incredibly disrespectful to not only his team but every single person involved with putting F1 back on track by unnecessarily exposing himself to more risk of catching COVID and therefore the rest of the F1 paddock. the whole point of these triple headers are not only to get races in, but also minimize travel. while he was able to jet off on home, most team personnel stayed in Austria because they weren’t allowed that luxury. Highlighting a double standard.

And then in the second Styria race, in which a very slow Ferrari team needed to try out their upgrades, but he took out Seb AGAIN with a very risky and unnecessary lunge on the first corner of the first lap. He also ended up having to retire his car as well on the fourth lap because of it. So he put out both of the Ferrari cars when they really couldn’t afford to not be running them. It was fully his fault and he admitted it.

So Charles has been making some very terrible choices lately. He is very good at speaking three languages and racing a car, but bad at almost everything else.

And to top it all off, he has terrible, terrible fashion sense despite being an actual Armani model/ambassador and hence why I call him the eurotrash fuckboi and simply that’s the vibe he gives off. He’s young, handsome, rich and french monegasque and loves a good brodown with his monaco crew. He has too much money to look this bad, see some examples below:

These pants are $1,800+

#Anonymous #q&a #sorry this got long as fuck but pretty much covers it #charles leclerc

[pocketwatchgames]

Monaco: Complete Edition for the Nintendo Switch is OUT NOW! Head to the eShop and download it!

A little background on why this may be the perfect platform for the game:

I originally conceived of Monaco as a console game way back in October of 2009. It was written in XNA, and at first it was a very small project that I intended to release on the Xbox 360's indie game store, where self-publishing was allowed. Here's what it looked like back then:

Surprising everyone, Monaco won the Grand Prize in the 2010 Independent Games Festival when it was just 15 weeks into development. I decided that the indie game store on XBLA was too small-fry for an IGF-winning game, but you needed to have a publisher to bring the game to the main XBLA storefront. So I brought it to Microsoft for a publishing deal where it was promptly rejected, saying that the visuals were offputting. So I went back into a work-hole for 6 months to improve the visuals and this is where I ended up:

I brought it back to Microsoft again and was rejected again. Not one to be defeated, I engaged my friends over at Empty Clip Studios to port the game to their in-house engine so I could bring the game to the PS3 instead. Sony, to their credit, was interested. I had the contract sitting on my desk, ready to sign, on the day of the infamous hack of PSN. PSN went down for a week, and it was my impression at the time that their audience never really recovered. So I decided to go look for a third party publisher to help me get the game onto the Xbox after all. This is when Majesco approached us while demoing the game at PAX. They would publish the game on the Xbox 360 while I would retain publishing rights on PC/Mac/Linux.

But the game development gods had more surprises in store for us. Two days before our launch day I started getting reports from reviewers that online games on the Xbox were disconnecting almost immediately. With the help of Microsoft engineers, we discovered that packet size limitations were different on their development network than on their live production network. I was forced to delay our XBox launch until the issue was fixed.

On April 24th, 2013, the game came out on Steam. We got incredible reviews from all the major publications. We had great sales numbers. But the game didn't come out on the Xbox until April 27th. The Xbox missed the launch hype. And like with many online games, if your community numbers falter, the community dies entirely. The PC version sold around 1.7 million copies. The console version... far less.

Despite all the effort undertaken to get the game onto a console, despite the couch being the perfect place to play the game, Monaco on XBLA had flopped.

While I dreamed of bringing it to a handheld system in subsequent years, in particular the PS Vita, my experience with Xbox made me gunshy about spending the time and money. But the community of players around the Steam version continued to grow, with some players into the thousands of hours in the game.

And so, when the Switch was announced, it seemed like the perfect second chance for a console platform. Nintendo is known for their couch multiplayer games, the portability of the system is a dream, and our audience is hungry for another trip to Monaco. Sickhead Games, the guys responsible for the PS4 port of Tooth and Tail, helped us port it. And now it's out.

Monaco, good luck on the respawn!

#monaco switch nintendo

[torentialtribute]

OLIVER HOLT: I’d like to thank Solskjaer for making me feel 16 again

When I was a teenager and still played in the first love of football, I got a ticket for Aston Villa & # 39; European Cup quarter-final tie with Juventus in Villa Park

It was the season after the 1982 World Cup and I could hardly believe that I was going to look Paolo Rossi, Marco Tardelli, Dino Zoff and some other heroes of Italy & # 39; s triumph in Spain in the flesh.

I took my place in the Holte End in a lot of time. Rossi scored in the first minute, right in front of me, an almost header of an Antonio Cabrini cross. The Villa fans are silent, but I can still remember how my heart jumped.

In the train home I decided that I would never see a repetition of the goal of Rossi. I did not want me to have memory that was broken by television pictures.

I wanted to keep it as my memory, the memory I had of being there, not a reminder of looking at an image on a screen. Terribly intense, I know, but I was 16 and that's how I felt.

There are times when you wonder whether football has lost the power to move you as it did. There are times when you think you have become addicted to age and cynicism and experience and you will never again feel such a rush when you look at it again.

Then a night like the one in the Parc des Princes goes last Wednesday and you turn into a child again.

You want to remember every detail. You want to put it on your brain. Get off the metro at Porte d & # 39; Auteuil, fleeing from the thunder of fireworks exploding in the street, to the stadium and seeing the big sign above the main entrance that says & # 39; Ici, C & # 39; est Paris & # 39 ;.

Seeing the faces of the PSG stars – Kylian Mbappe, Edinson Cavani, Angel di Maria, Gianluigi Buffon and Marco Verratti – staring from a banner and thinking that you're afraid of United's -power team tonight.

That

Seeing Paddy Crerand, one of the gatekeepers of the soul of the club, looking for his place in the press box. Marcus Rashford, Andreas Pereira and Scott McTominay in a starting line-up plagued by injury and Tahith Chong and Mason Greenwood on the bench.

read somewhere that Greenwood, who has never made the appearance of the first team for United, is so young that the next day he should miss lessons at the Ashton-on-Mersey school

Note that Fred, who has had such a miserable season, is fighting as if he knows that this game is his chance of redemption. Thinking as a journalist.

Thinking like a journalist. Thinking what a story this would be if United could turn it around. It also feels like something else is left.

Seeing Ole Gunnar Solskjaer near the edge of his technical area in that yellow bib the officers had had him carry, more animated than you have ever seen him before.

Thinking of 1999. Thinking, even if PSG became right even when they ripping United. apart from the right of United, that there was something about this match, thinking that PSG chance after chance had passed, thinking that it felt like the Champions League final in Barcelona when Bayern Munich was in charge, Mehmet Scholl shot on the pole, Carsten Jancker hit the bar and in one way or another United clung to it, ready for that magical ending.

The second half is a haze. Then Chong comes up, and then Greenwood. Suddenly the referee runs the last minute on the sidelines, watching the TV monitor, walking back on the field and pointing to the spot

Sports still writes the best scripts. It still creates the most fantastic stories and lets them play for you. When Rashford hit that penalty, the man on the chair next to me in the squeezer pushed me hard in my arm, passing all appearances of restraint.

Someone did that in Sydney when Jonny Wilkinson kicked the winning drop in the final of the World Cup. Almost knocked me in line in front.

Regarding the moment that I want to freeze in my memory as if I froze the goal of Rossi, it was the moment that the whistle went and the young team of United sprinted towards their fans at the end of the ground. It felt like the moment when the club regained his soul. It felt like Manchester United became Manchester United again.

Journalists are usually immune to such pleas, but for these a bunch of hands went up . Mine too.

If Solskaya is overlooked by some act of madness, he will always have Paris.

I saw Crerand in the press conference.

I saw Crerand in the press conference. & # 39; Where is that in the history of United? & # 39; I asked him … Above it with Barcelona, ​​& # 39; he said. & # 39; I think he will get the job, or not sometimes. & # 39; I hope so.

One day I want to thank Solskjaer for reminding me what a beautiful game this is. One day I want to thank him because he made me 16 again.

I would like to thank United interim manager Ole Gunnar Solskjaer for feeling again

Their keeper Jonas Lossl gave us one of the moments of the season when he set a miracle

Wagner left the club in January, Huddersfield goes down and Lossl, who has had another good season and has no contract in the summer , is connected with Marseille and Monaco. The fairy tale at Huddersfield will have to be re-started.

Phil Neville joined you. a small group of football managers from England who won a trophy last week when the women's team defeated Brazil and Japan and signed with the USA to lift the SheBelieves Cup in America

The World Cup in France is only a few months away . Women's football is growing and growing, the shot of England to win it can still offer the story of our summer.

Source link

#OLIVER HOLT: I’d like to thank Solskjaer for making me feel 16 again"

[ultrasfcb-blog]

Garth Crooks

Garth Crooks

Garth Crooks

Premier League champions Manchester City were held by Wolves at Molineux, Unai Emery recorded his first win as Arsenal manager condemning West Ham to a third straight loss, Mohamed Salah scored the only goal as Liverpool beat Brighton, and Fulham scored four against Burnley to secure a first win since gaining promotion back to the Premier League.

Elsewhere, Bournemouth fought back from two goals down to draw with Everton and Harry Maguire scored a stoppage-time winner for Leicester at Southampton.

Chelsea and Watford maintained their winning starts with victories over Crystal Palace and Newcastle respectively, while 10-man Huddersfield held on for a point against Cardiff.

But who did enough to make my team of the week? Read my selections and then pick your own XI.

Garth’s team of the week

Goalkeeper – Rui Patricio

Rui Patricio: The saves that denied Sergio Aguero and Gabriel Jesus were excellent but how Rui Patricio managed to push Raheem Sterling’s cracking shot on to the bar I will never know.

And how on earth did referee Martin Atkinson refuse to award Manchester City’s David Silva a penalty kick? You occasionally see games that make you wonder what exactly the referee saw at the time.

As far as I was concerned, Ruben Neves practically assaulted Silva in the penalty area. Penalty or not, without the heroics of home keeper Patricio it’s the Wolves who would have found themselves on the end of a mauling.

Did you know? Rui Patricio made five saves against Manchester City, compared with just one in his previous game against Leicester.

Defenders – Trent Alexander-Arnold, Aymeric Laporte, Harry Maguire, Ryan Bertrand

Trent Alexander-Arnold: This lad gets better every time I see him. Against a dogged Brighton, the Liverpool and England full-back showed a maturity well beyond his years.

I was surprised to see Arnold standing on his own ready to take the free-kick that hit the bar while Mohamed Salah and James Milner stood and watched.

Alexander-Arnold is a defender who loves to play forward, not square or back, because he’s not afraid and has the talent to do it. But the moment of the match for me was the 40-yard pass to the feet of Salah on the other side of the pitch. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. What a ball.

Did you know? Trent Alexander-Arnold completed five open-play crosses – no Liverpool player made more.

Aymeric Laporte: This was a game that Manchester City should have won comfortably and to Wolves’ credit the Midlanders made the champions work like dogs just to get a point.

City’s equaliser was down to Aymeric Laporte, whose bullet header was unstoppable. From the moment Ilkay Gundogan delivered the set-piece Laporte never took his eyes off the ball until he had thundered it past Patricio.

It needed something a bit special to get past the Wolves goalkeeper with the form he was in.

Did you know? Aymeric Laporte scored his first goal for Manchester City in any competition and his first in the top five European leagues in 37 games, since scoring for Athletic Bilbao against Villarreal in April 2017.

Harry Maguire: It was only a matter of time before Harry Maguire got into my team of the week. The former Sheffield United and Hull centre-back had a super World Cup for England and the player has not allowed a scintilla of speculation linking him with a move to Manchester United to affect his game.

He was as solid as a rock for Leicester against Southampton in defence but probably the most unlikely person on the pitch to get the Foxes’ winner in open play – and that’s what he did.

Precisely what this victory meant for Leicester’s manager Claude Puel on his return to St Mary’s – having been unceremoniously booted out of the club – is anyone’s guess, but I bet he slept well.

Did you know? Harry Maguire made a total of 10 clearances against Southampton – the highest in Leicester City’s team.

Ryan Bertrand: In a better team Ryan Bertrand would almost certainly have gone to the World Cup with England. There’s no doubt about the lad’s ability.

His magnificently struck goal against Leicester was testimony to that. Few full-backs in the country can strike a ball like that. What a pity his Southampton team-mate ruined it all with a dive Olympian Tom Daley would have enjoyed.

John Moss was absolutely right to send off Pierre-Emile Hojbjerg for a second yellow card for being so galactically stupid and I just hope that Ryan Bertrand told Hojbjerg so in the dressing room afterwards. More about dressing room culture in The Crooks of the Matter below.

Did you know? Southampton’s Ryan Bertrand netted his first Premier League goal in 43 appearances, since scoring against Chelsea in April 2017.

Midfielders – Jean Michael Seri, James Milner, Marcos Alonso

Jean Michael Seri: If ever Fulham needed a boost then Jean Michael Seri’s fourth-minute blockbuster was it. The Ivorian’s strike flew past Joe Hart like a rocket.

The last I heard, this was a player we all thought was going to Barcelona, so I’m not entirely sure how he ended up at Craven Cottage. But with goals like this, who cares?

As for Burnley, this is the second time they have lost having played midweek in Europe. At the end of last season I told Sean Dyche to play the kids in the Europa qualifying rounds but he looks like he’s taking these games far too seriously. Ditch this tournament before the proper draw takes place in Monaco and you get caught up in all that glamour.

Did you know? Jean Michael Seri scored his first Fulham goal with his first shot on target in the Premier League.

James Milner: I feel compelled to include James Milner among my selection because if I don’t he will continue to be overlooked for those who are more skilful, excellent finishers or those who simply have a better day.

What you get with Milner is nothing special but you do get a wonderful level of consistency. In fact Milner is almost always a candidate for my team most weeks, such are his performances.

The way the Liverpool captain pounced on Brighton’s Yves Bissouma was reminiscent of a cobra and with a bite to match. Brighton’s error cost them the fixture. The way Leon Balogun gave Bissouma the ball in such a difficult position with his back to the play lacked any thought or consideration for his team-mate.

Did you know? James Milner completed 69 passes in the opposition half – more than any of his team-mates.

Marcos Alonso: When Marcos Alonso takes to the field he almost always affects the game. If he’s not scoring goals then he’s making them.

Against Newcastle this very elegant player did both. This is the second consecutive week Alonso has starred for Chelsea in a run of games that has seen the Blues unbeaten with maximum points.

As for Rafael Benitez and Newcastle – the limited resources at the Spaniard’s disposal at St James’ Park raise the question: is this really the place for him?

Did you know? Marcos Alonso covered 11.39km against Newcastle – only team-mate Jorginho covered more distance.

Forwards – Eden Hazard, Aleksandar Mitrovic, Roberto Pereyra

Eden Hazard: The penalty given by referee Paul Tierney was debatable but there is nothing debatable about the man who took the spot-kick, or his performance. Eden Hazard strolled through this game and was head and shoulders above everybody else on the pitch.

The Belgium international seems to have been given the freedom to do whatever he likes under Maurizio Sarri. Not so under Mourinho or Conte. Both Sarri’s predecessors had volatile temperaments and fragile relationships with Hazard.

For all of football’s rhetoric about sports science, fitness and the tactics of the modern game, there’s one thing that will never change. Managers need to take care of their best players or their best players will eventually desert them.

Did you know? Eden Hazard has now scored seven Premier League goals against Newcastle – he has not scored more against any other team (also has seven v West Brom).

Aleksandar Mitrovic: What a fantastic purchase Aleksandar Mitrovic is proving to be for Fulham. The Serbian international left Newcastle with his tail between his legs and a big question mark about his ability to cope in the Premier league.

I must say, I saw Mitrovic play at the Cottage in the opening game of the season against Crystal Palace and I wouldn’t have paid £22 for him never mind £22m.

But since his arrival in London from St James’ Park he has not stopped scoring and may be the catalyst to Fulham’s survival in the Premier League. I still have my doubts about his ability to star in the top flight, but what a start!

Did you know? Aleksandar Mitrovic has scored 15 league goals since his Fulham debut in February – the Serb is matched only by Mohamed Salah in the same period across the top four tiers of English football.

Roberto Pereyra: This was a spiteful game and I was amazed I didn’t see players sent off. One of the few bright moments in this rather vindictive affair was the ability of Roberto Pereyra and his brilliantly taken goal.

The Watford winger has scored three goals this season and there look to be more in the bag. But what was referee Anthony Taylor thinking by ignoring Etienne Capoue’s appalling tackle on Wilfried Zaha?

What’s worse, Taylor then insists on booking Zaha for cleanly winning the ball a few minutes afterwards. Watford won this game comfortably in the end but not before they targeted Zaha and bullied Palace into submission. No thanks to Taylor.

Did you know? Roberto Pereyra has been directly involved in seven of Watford’s past 11 goals in the Premier League, scoring six and assisting another.

Now it’s your turn

You’ve seen my picks this week. But who would you go for?

The Crooks of the Matter

I have been watching the fly-on-the-wall documentary about Manchester City’s title-winning season and, I must say, it’s been absolutely riveting.

I spent a good deal of my early life in football dressing rooms and they are not for the faint-hearted. In fact the day I retired I went to great lengths not to go anywhere near another one for a very simple reason – if you are not a member or part of the team you have no business being in the room at all.

To be given an opportunity to see what goes on in a modern-day dressing room, its facilities, equipment, the science, not to mention the methods adopted for a modern generation of players, is as fascinating to me as it gets.

So I am immensely grateful (and so should the viewing public be) to get a glimpse of what happens during the most intense moments, not just in a Premier League dressing room but the dressing room of the champions. These glimpses might be commonplace in the USA but they are not to be taken for granted here.

I remember seeing a similar documentary some years ago when my dear friend and contemporary Peter Reid, during his successful managerial spell at Sunderland, gave a camera crew total access.

I remember thinking at the time, has Reidy gone mad? It’s one thing having your mistakes choreographed in front of a football crowd but it’s something entirely different when those mistakes are highlighted in living colour in front of a watching nation. It takes a very special individual with a lot of courage and self-belief to do that.

My admiration for Peter grew after his moment in the spotlight and the same is true of City boss Pep Guardiola. That Jose Mourinho has seen fit to be so dismissive of the documentary is hardly surprising. The programme was showing all who wanted to watch just how badly Mourinho and Manchester United had just had their backsides kicked.

Manchester City beat their neighbours and fiercest rivals by a staggering 19 points, so to call the documentary ‘classless’ was in itself misjudged and ill-timed, and made Mourinho look tawdry.

The reality is Guardiola has taken football to another level and Mourinho is desperately struggling to come to terms with that fact.

BBC Sport – Football ultras_FC_Barcelona

ultras FC Barcelona - https://ultrasfcb.com/football/11060/

#Barcelona

#Football

[flauntpage]

Tim Weah Has the Talent—and the Pedigree—to Save U.S. Soccer

American soccer fans disillusioned by their country's failure to qualify for next summer's FIFA World Cup may soon be shouting a new four-letter word at their TV screens. At the Under-17 edition of the sport's showpiece tournament this past month in India, printed on the back of the USA's Number 10 shirt was a small word with big connotations: WEAH.

For anybody who has followed global soccer for more than a few seasons, the surname will immediately strike a chord. It will also prompt a pair of questions, the answer to both of which is yes.

Yes, Timothy Tarpeh Weah, the leggy young man wearing the binary numbers on his back, is the son of George Weah.

And yes, he too has an eye for goal.

"King George" was a Liberian forward named World Player of the Year in 1995. During an 18-season career, he made a living tearing past sorry defenders to score almost 200 goals, collect league titles with Paris Saint-Germain and AC Milan, and be crowned Africa's best player three times. After winning the FA Cup with Chelsea in May 2000, three months after the birth of his second son, he celebrated on the pitch at Wembley with a t-shirt that read: "I believe in God, Timothy."

George, who is a presidential candidate in Liberia, was born in Monrovia and grew up playing with a worn-out ball in the city's slums. "Timmy" (as his friends call him) was born in New York after his dad met wife Clar while opening a bank account in the Big Apple. Young Tim was, in his own words, "kicking a ball from the moment I was born" and went on to captain New York's BW Gottschee, despite being a year younger than his teammates.

"It was around then that I really thought I can be something; that I can make a name for myself," Weah told VICE Sports in Delhi. "Usually a parent wants their child to be exactly like them, but my father gave me the freedom to be myself and play my own game, so I've never really felt any added pressure.

"Actually, sometimes going into games, opponents would tend to say 'Oh, his father was the best player in the world,' so they'd get a little bit scared. I've always tried to use that to my advantage."

At 13, Weah joined New York Red Bulls, but spent the summer in London training with Chelsea, whose defender Mark Guéhi remembers him as "a special player" and "always a big attacking threat." An offer from the London club never materialized, but soon after, during a trial with French side Toulouse, Weah caught the eye of PSG scouts, who invited him to join their U15 side.

Weah's older brother, George Jr, had played for the Parisian side's second string and helped his younger sibling with the cultural transition. Tim settled quickly: In his first full season, he scored a hat-trick in the UEFA Youth League — the age-group equivalent of the Champions League—and later notched five goals in a single match during a youth tournament in Qatar.

"It was a big challenge for Tim," says John Hackworth, the USA U17 coach. "When he went there, he spoke no French at all, but he worked hard on it and was fluent within five months. He's very proud of that because while his name might have gotten him in the door, he had to do the work and earn the contract himself."

In July of this year, he signed his first professional deal, tying him to Paris until 2020. He is now focused on breaking into the first-team squad by the end of the year, an ambitious goal given the wealth of attacking talent at the Parc des Princes. Exactly one month after signing his contract, Weah watched excitedly as PSG—owned by the Qatar Investment Authority and recognised as one of the game's richest clubs — bought Neymar Jr for a record $260 million fee. A few weeks later, another marquee deal was agreed, 18-year-old Kylian Mbappe joining from Monaco for an eventual $210 million.

"I don't think it will be hard for me to break into the team because I am very versatile," says Weah, who shares his father's room-warming smile as well as his confidence. "I can play on the wing, I can play through the middle, you can play me anywhere. But just being around those type of players is awesome, and with Neymar being my favorite player, it would be very cool to play alongside him. It's the same throughout the squad though, be it Mbappe or [Edinson] Cavani—just learning from those kind of players is really important for a young player like me."

Weah has so far trained only with the first-team substitutes, but at PSG's U19 level he continues to display his old man's knack for finding the net. In September, against Celtic in the UEFA Youth League, he scored the winning goal in a 3-2 victory. His leaping, pinpoint header was more than a little reminiscent of his dad.

"Since his move to PSG, he has grown in all areas," says Andrew Carleton, an international teammate who has played alongside Weah since they were 13 years old. "He's gone from a player who was always really good but sometimes inconsistent, to becoming a more consistent player and someone we can rely on, game in, game out."

Measuring six-foot, one-inch and boasting the build of a sprinter, Weah runs ostrich-like with his chest slightly ahead of his feet. It gives the impression even his own legs can't keep up with his desire to get to where he's going. In India, he was deployed as a left winger and became the first American male to register a hat-trick in a knockout-round at a World Cup. His second of three against Paraguay in the Round of 16 was an audacious right-footed strike from distance.

"He is a young man who can take it as high as he wants," says coach Hackworth. "He has the potential, he's certainly a fantastic athlete, and he's dedicated to being a very good pro. I think it's just a matter of time. He is still a young man with a lot to learn, but he has so much potential. He's a wonderful example to others too: works hard, takes everything very serious, and is a pro off the field."

That professionalism quickly became apparent at the World Cup. From the day the USA squad arrived, pumped full of anti-malarial drugs, Weah was the player most sought after by the swarms of Indian press. While his hat-trick only served to increase the hype, he remained obliging, graciously answering the same banal questions about his father that follow him everywhere. Even after the US were eliminated by eventual winners England in the quarter-finals, he fronted up once more, taking time to discuss not only the disappointing result, but also his future, faith, and family.

Unlike many of this young US team, Weah's parents did not travel to India. His father was busy campaigning in Liberia—he faces a run-off on November 7 after obtaining a plurality in last month's election. He lost a similar run-off in 2005, but has spoken often about how much he learned from that first loss and how it has prepared him better for this campaign.

It is a lesson the young Weah has taken onboard. The U17s defeat to England hurt, but much like the senior team's failure to qualify for Russia, he says it will only motivate him to train harder, play smarter, and ultimately win more games when his turn comes around.

"It's true," he says, "sometimes you learn more from a defeat than a victory. We fought until the end and I hope to be back at a World Cup with the U20s or maybe the first team. It's all up to God and I know I still have a lot to work on, but discipline, dedication and desire will get me to where I want to go. Of that I'm sure."

Tim Weah Has the Talent—and the Pedigree—to Save U.S. Soccer published first on http://ift.tt/2pLTmlv

[amtushinfosolutionspage]

Tim Weah Has the Talent—and the Pedigree—to Save U.S. Soccer

American soccer fans disillusioned by their country’s failure to qualify for next summer’s FIFA World Cup may soon be shouting a new four-letter word at their TV screens. At the Under-17 edition of the sport’s showpiece tournament this past month in India, printed on the back of the USA’s Number 10 shirt was a small word with big connotations: WEAH.

For anybody who has followed global soccer for more than a few seasons, the surname will immediately strike a chord. It will also prompt a pair of questions, the answer to both of which is yes.

Yes, Timothy Tarpeh Weah, the leggy young man wearing the binary numbers on his back, is the son of George Weah.

And yes, he too has an eye for goal.

“King George” was a Liberian forward named World Player of the Year in 1995. During an 18-season career, he made a living tearing past sorry defenders to score almost 200 goals, collect league titles with Paris Saint-Germain and AC Milan, and be crowned Africa’s best player three times. After winning the FA Cup with Chelsea in May 2000, three months after the birth of his second son, he celebrated on the pitch at Wembley with a t-shirt that read: “I believe in God, Timothy.”

George, who is a presidential candidate in Liberia, was born in Monrovia and grew up playing with a worn-out ball in the city’s slums. “Timmy” (as his friends call him) was born in New York after his dad met wife Clar while opening a bank account in the Big Apple. Young Tim was, in his own words, “kicking a ball from the moment I was born” and went on to captain New York’s BW Gottschee, despite being a year younger than his teammates.

“It was around then that I really thought I can be something; that I can make a name for myself,” Weah told VICE Sports in Delhi. “Usually a parent wants their child to be exactly like them, but my father gave me the freedom to be myself and play my own game, so I’ve never really felt any added pressure.

“Actually, sometimes going into games, opponents would tend to say ‘Oh, his father was the best player in the world,’ so they’d get a little bit scared. I’ve always tried to use that to my advantage.”

At 13, Weah joined New York Red Bulls, but spent the summer in London training with Chelsea, whose defender Mark Guéhi remembers him as “a special player” and “always a big attacking threat.” An offer from the London club never materialized, but soon after, during a trial with French side Toulouse, Weah caught the eye of PSG scouts, who invited him to join their U15 side.

Weah’s older brother, George Jr, had played for the Parisian side’s second string and helped his younger sibling with the cultural transition. Tim settled quickly: In his first full season, he scored a hat-trick in the UEFA Youth League — the age-group equivalent of the Champions League—and later notched five goals in a single match during a youth tournament in Qatar.

“It was a big challenge for Tim,” says John Hackworth, the USA U17 coach. “When he went there, he spoke no French at all, but he worked hard on it and was fluent within five months. He’s very proud of that because while his name might have gotten him in the door, he had to do the work and earn the contract himself.”

In July of this year, he signed his first professional deal, tying him to Paris until 2020. He is now focused on breaking into the first-team squad by the end of the year, an ambitious goal given the wealth of attacking talent at the Parc des Princes. Exactly one month after signing his contract, Weah watched excitedly as PSG—owned by the Qatar Investment Authority and recognised as one of the game’s richest clubs — bought Neymar Jr for a record $260 million fee. A few weeks later, another marquee deal was agreed, 18-year-old Kylian Mbappe joining from Monaco for an eventual $210 million.

“I don’t think it will be hard for me to break into the team because I am very versatile,” says Weah, who shares his father’s room-warming smile as well as his confidence. “I can play on the wing, I can play through the middle, you can play me anywhere. But just being around those type of players is awesome, and with Neymar being my favorite player, it would be very cool to play alongside him. It’s the same throughout the squad though, be it Mbappe or [Edinson] Cavani—just learning from those kind of players is really important for a young player like me.”

Weah has so far trained only with the first-team substitutes, but at PSG’s U19 level he continues to display his old man’s knack for finding the net. In September, against Celtic in the UEFA Youth League, he scored the winning goal in a 3-2 victory. His leaping, pinpoint header was more than a little reminiscent of his dad.

“Since his move to PSG, he has grown in all areas,” says Andrew Carleton, an international teammate who has played alongside Weah since they were 13 years old. “He’s gone from a player who was always really good but sometimes inconsistent, to becoming a more consistent player and someone we can rely on, game in, game out.”

Measuring six-foot, one-inch and boasting the build of a sprinter, Weah runs ostrich-like with his chest slightly ahead of his feet. It gives the impression even his own legs can’t keep up with his desire to get to where he’s going. In India, he was deployed as a left winger and became the first American male to register a hat-trick in a knockout-round at a World Cup. His second of three against Paraguay in the Round of 16 was an audacious right-footed strike from distance.

“He is a young man who can take it as high as he wants,” says coach Hackworth. “He has the potential, he’s certainly a fantastic athlete, and he’s dedicated to being a very good pro. I think it’s just a matter of time. He is still a young man with a lot to learn, but he has so much potential. He’s a wonderful example to others too: works hard, takes everything very serious, and is a pro off the field.”

That professionalism quickly became apparent at the World Cup. From the day the USA squad arrived, pumped full of anti-malarial drugs, Weah was the player most sought after by the swarms of Indian press. While his hat-trick only served to increase the hype, he remained obliging, graciously answering the same banal questions about his father that follow him everywhere. Even after the US were eliminated by eventual winners England in the quarter-finals, he fronted up once more, taking time to discuss not only the disappointing result, but also his future, faith, and family.

Unlike many of this young US team, Weah’s parents did not travel to India. His father was busy campaigning in Liberia—he faces a run-off on November 7 after obtaining a plurality in last month’s election. He lost a similar run-off in 2005, but has spoken often about how much he learned from that first loss and how it has prepared him better for this campaign.

It is a lesson the young Weah has taken onboard. The U17s defeat to England hurt, but much like the senior team’s failure to qualify for Russia, he says it will only motivate him to train harder, play smarter, and ultimately win more games when his turn comes around.

“It’s true,” he says, “sometimes you learn more from a defeat than a victory. We fought until the end and I hope to be back at a World Cup with the U20s or maybe the first team. It’s all up to God and I know I still have a lot to work on, but discipline, dedication and desire will get me to where I want to go. Of that I’m sure.”

Tim Weah Has the Talent—and the Pedigree—to Save U.S. Soccer syndicated from http://ift.tt/2ug2Ns6

[lavotha]

A dream come true

Lucas di Grassi’s dream has come true by conquering the Formula E title in an electrifying season finale in Montreal, Canada.

The ABT Schaeffler Audi Sport they were in a celebratory mood when Lucas di Grassi crossed the finish line as the new Formula E champion after 37 laps in the Montreal Hydro-Quebec ePrix.

After finishing third and second overall in the first two years of the electro racing series, the Brazilian succeeding in founding the holy grail.

“With this title, a dream has come true. Team, family, friends, fans – I could hug them all at once right now,” says Lucas di Grassi. “We’ve had three terrific years with many emotions and unforgettable moments, but today’s achievement is the absolute pinnacle and a deserved reward for our unique team morale and fighting spirit. I’m proud to be the champion of Formula E. Thank you to everyone who has made this possible.”

The 32-year-old Brazilian, who has been residing in Monaco with his wife Bianca for ten years, is among the founding fathers of the electro racing series, as he supported Alejandro Agag and his deputy, Alberto Longo, in the design and concept of Formula E and has since been one of its most enthusiastic e-ambassadors.

On July 30, 2017, he finally came full circle – another reason why this title is so special. Everybody in the paddock or the grandstands is happy for Lucas di Grassi’s achievement.

The 2016/2017 season was a tough one for the new champion as it had became clear that the combo of title-defender Sébastien Buemi and the Renault factory team were always going to be difficult to beat. The Swiss driver’s lead had at one point grown to 43 points, but before the final races in Montreal, di Grassi had brought himself within striking distance with a ten-point deficit and now sits at the top of the table for the very first time this season – and at the perfect moment too.

“I’m incredibly happy. Today we were rewarded for never giving up,” says Team Principal Hans-Jürgen Abt. “This title for me is on par with the first DTM triumph in 2002. At that time we were the underdogs as well, and we caused a sensation that many hadn’t even imagined. My thanks go to Lucas, Daniel, the entire team, the partners and of course the fans: you have all shown what’s possible when you pull together and believe in one another.”

AUDI SPORT ABT SCHAEFFLER FORMULA E TEAM, Lucas di Grassi

AUDI SPORT ABT SCHAEFFLER FORMULA E TEAM, Lucas di Grassi

2016/2017 FIA Formula E Championship. Round 12 – Montreal ePrix, Canada Sunday 30 July 2017. Lucas Di Grassi (BRA), ABT Schaeffler Audi Sport, Spark-Abt Sportsline, ABT Schaeffler FE02, celebrates with his team after winning the championship. Photo: Malcolm Griffiths/LAT/Formula E ref: Digital Image MALC7333

The finale in Montreal also marks the end of a small era in Formula E, as ABT Sportsline is handing over its grid position to Audi, which is entering the series with a factory-backed commitment, pushing forward the development together with Schaeffler and will race under the name Audi Sport ABT Schaeffler. ABT Sportsline will remain as the supervising team. “Lucas’s title and our second place in the team rankings is a fantastic way to say goodbye to three splendid, exciting years. We are proud to have been one of the founding members of Formula E in 2014 and hopefully to have left behind a small legacy in the series.”

In the 33 Formula races of the first three years, ABT Schaeffler Audi Sport made a total 24 podiums and is therefore the most successful team on the grid. Lucas di Grassi has won six times – including at Formula E’s debut in September 2014 in Beijing.

F-E 2017/18 calendar unveiled

Formula E has unveiled its 2017/18 calendar following the FIA World Motor Sport Council meeting in Geneva. It will feature a more compact schedule, including three double-headers and three new venues: Santiago, San Paulo and Rome. The fourth edition of the world’s first fully-electric single-seat racing series comprises the most races to appear on the tour since It began in 2014.

The F-E cars will open the season in Hong Kong for a second year in a row on December 2-3, 2017, a first double-header to take place in Asia. F-E will then stop at new locations in South America and Europe, with races in the Chilean capital of Santiago in February, a first race in Brazil on the street of San Paulo in March, and then Rome in mid-April.

The electric street racing will be returning Les Invalides in Paris for the first edition on April 28. For the penultimate event F-E will make a come back in the Big Apple, while the season will close once again over the course of two days in Montreal on July 28-29.

Alejandro Agag, Founder and CEO of Formula E, said: “It’s exciting news to welcome a number of new host cities on the Formula E calendar, as well as seeing existing locations build on the success of previous events. Formula E is continuing to expand the calendar and the number of cities in key markets, in addition to the growing list of partners and manufacturers joining the electric revolution. Our priority is to consolidate a calendar with long-term agreements with host cities – the schedule for Season 4 is a step in the right direction.”

Today’s Quote

“The cars name a really cool sound, almost like fighter-jet kind of sound. We like to call it the sound of the future.” Alejandro Agag

Monaco resident Lucas di Grassi crowned Formula E champion at season finale in Montreal A dream come true Lucas di Grassi’s dream has come true by conquering the Formula E title in an electrifying season finale in Montreal, Canada.

#ABT Schaeffler Audi Sport #Alejandro Agag #Audi Sport ABT #Clean energy #electric street racing #Electrical Car Formula 1 races #FIA Formula E Championship #Hans-Jurgen Abt #Lucas di Grassi