#wsl transfers 2021

[awfcspencer]

Would you be open to writing something with jill roord? Maybe when Jill first gets to Man City, the two hit it off but R is like instantaneously friendzoned and harboring a crush for Jill from maybe facing off against Jill before? So it’s just R keeping their feelingsat bay throughout the entire thing and then maybe a confession? I’m thinking angst, tbh

Friend Zoned? || jill roord x reader

jill roord x mancity!reader

Part 2

prompt: requested!

warnings: angst, crying + anger

a/n: thank you for the request! hope this is what you were looking for! The only thing I did slightly change was the request to add more angst, enjoy!

You remember exactly where you were when you received the message notification that Jill had signed from Wolfsburg to Manchester City. Sat in a low-key cafe trying to finish answering a few emails and some looming coursework before heading off to training. You remember hearing through the grapevine that Jill had requested a transfer, as you tried your best to keep tabs on the Netherlands international that you secretly adored. But you did not expect it to be back in the WSL, definitely did not expect it to be Man City of all possible places. You and Jill were now officially teammates, a mixture of happiness and nervousness raided your body as you left the cafe to make your way to training.

You had first met Jill when you played against her when she was at Arsenal roughly two years ago, distinctly remembering the midfielders eyes. There was something about them that entranced you, you just couldn’t put a finger on why. Marking her the whole game, trying your best to not let her score. She was incredibly good on the ball, being able to move freely around the pitch, defending her was not a light task. The final whistle blew and you started to make your rounds, knowing a few of the Arsenal girls well enough to give a quick hug and a few words.

The last Arsenal girl that you spoke to was Jill. “Good game mate” you tell her, giving her a pat on the back. It amazed you how after 90 minutes of football, she still looked absolutely breathtaking. “Hey thanks, you had me marked the whole game, world class defending.” she happily tells you. Your cheeks blush at her compliment, balancing back and forth on your heals. Sending her a thankful smile you make your way back towards your changing room, but Jill Roord never left your mind. So when you had finally arrived home, you had immediately stalked her social media page and sent her a quick follow. Her returning the favor a few hours later. You and Jill always liked each other posts, silently supporting each other, sometimes you had to stop yourself from hearting them too early as you had her post notifications on, obsessed with her occasional photo dumps where she looked so cute.

You and Jill had then played each other two more times that season, making light chit chat after each game had ended. But after the 2021 season, Jill had left Arsenal and the WSL and joined Wolfsburg in Germany, so you no longer got to see her anymore, much to your despair. That soon about to change though.

You stepped onto the training pitch in Manchester and Jill was already out introducing herself to a few of your teammates, or I guess her new teammates. “Y/N! Hey how are you? It is nice to see you again!” she asked pulling you in for a hug with a large smile on her face. Her strong arms wrapped around your small frame, her hugs were warm, warm like a sunny day, warm like freshly baked cookies. Her smile could light up a dark room. Caught in your thoughts you realized you never answered her, “Oh… um.. yeah I am good yeah thanks yeah.” your words mumble out, embarrassment immediately floods your body, cheeks and ears now burning red. Jill just laughs slightly, her laugh was like an angel singing. But suddenly it is like a god answered your prayers and training had started and you just suddenly ran away from Jill.

You had initially tried to avoid Jill out of pure nervousness mixed with utter embarrassment, but unfortunately and fortunately for you, Jill had picked you as a passing partner. In her mind, it was because she didn’t really know the rest of the girls all that well, other than her international teammate. But for you, maybe she picked you intentionally? Wanting to be partners with you? Clearing your head, you repositioned your mind to focus on getting through training.

After training had commenced, you were taking off your boots at your locker, preparing to shower and then head home when a you felt a light tap on your shoulder, “Want to grab a coffee?” you hear as you are met with Jill asking you. “Yeah of course, I have about five minutes left, I can meet you outside yeah?” you spill out, hoping not to sound too overjoyed, but internally, you were overjoyed, overjoyed to spend some time with the recent transfer that was always occupying your thoughts.

At the coffee shop, you and Jill were able to fall into casual conversations. The first few convos were a bit awkward, but you two quickly were able to get past the initial updates on anything football related. Once your nerves had died down, you found that Jill was an easy person to talk too, talking about everything under the sun or what came to your minds. You had been engaged in the chat you two were having that eventually, the barista had made her way towards your table to let you know that the shop closes in 10 minutes. “Oh we are so sorry, we did not realize how late it had gotten”, looking down at your phone realizing you had been talking for almost three hours, “We are heading out now, thank you!” you explained to the barista.

Walking out with Jill to her car, you bid your farewells, and tell her, “Text me when you get home!”

“How am I supposed to do that when I don’t have your number Y/N” she laughs out. Quickly exchanging numbers and heading back to your car. When you arrived home, roughly six minutes later you received a text message that said, ‘I’m home, thank you for today, see you at training tomorrow 🤍’. Your mouth hung open at your recent message. She had sent a heart. A single white heart. Your brain went wild at the single emoji, did it mean what you thought it did? Was it just a simple emoji? Was it supposed to mean something more? You simply just hearted the message, not wanting to be too forward or send a heart back and confuse the situation further.

Since the coffee shop (date?), you and Jill had quickly become very close, beginning to text more often and now being her designated partner in training. On the coach to away games, you two would sit next to each other and watch movies together, and that typically ended with Jill falling asleep on your shoulder as you would run your fingers through her hair, soft snores fell from her mouth. Jill looked incredibly peaceful when she was sleeping, it was as if nothing else mattered in that moment, just watching Jill sleep. Taking mental images as you wanted to remember this sweet little moment, just you and her. In this moment, you knew you had fallen for Jill, desperately hoping she felt the same way. You had also now given her your own little nickname, Jilly. Jill absolutely adored it and you loved the way she lit up when you called her it.

The season was drawing near the large Christmas break, almost a month of relaxation and no football. In the changing room, conversations had struck on how everyone planned to spend their little vacation, going around the room explaining future plans. When it was Jill’s turn to go, you had expected her say that she was planning on returning to the Netherland’s to visit her family, but her next words cut you like a knife. “I am meeting my girlfriend’s parents.” Her words echoed in your brain. Girlfriend. Jill just said girlfriend. Jill has a girlfriend. Your immediate thoughts were confusing, when did Jill get a girlfriend? What was everything that had happened between you and Jill? You went from being so critically in love with Jill to feeling nothing but dirty and used. Were you and Jill just friends? Friends don’t spend countless hours talking and messaging, friends don’t cuddle each other on the coach, friends don’t look at each other like you and Jill look at each other. Or maybe it was all in your head?

It felt like the wind has been knocked out of you. You heart breaking in a million tiny pieces. Your face dropped immediately, the color in your face disappearing. Your mind and brain felt fuzzy, the word ‘girlfriend’ fluttered through your head. Tears were desperately trying to fight their way out, but you kept them in. The conversation around you continued though, getting to you, you were so caught up in your thoughts that you had not heard them ask you your plans.

A gently push on the shoulder broke you from your crippling thoughts, until you saw it was Jill. You quickly shift away from her and answer, “Just going to spend time with family.” you mutter out, desperately wishing this conversation would end and you could leave. You quickly collect your belongings and make a direct beeline for the exit. Jill’s voice asking out to wait on her fell on deaf ears as you were already out the door. Making it all the way to your car before you break out in a complete sob.

In the next few days, you try and avoid Jill like the plague. Arriving at training early to get ready so you didn’t have to see her in the changing room. You had picked a new partner for drills, chalking it up to get some different practice for the upcoming last game before break. Jill’s text messages had also gone unanswered, radio silence from you. You had been getting less sleep, and were seemingly always in a sad state, the overwhelming emotions have being utterly friend zoned.

Jill had immediately noticed your sudden change, worried and confused. She doesn’t remember upsetting you, but you were definitely angry with her. She had tried to talk to you at training but you always seemed uninterested in whatever she had to say. Her text messages to you were left on delivered. Her last straw was when she got on the coach and you were sat next to Lauren, sharing headphones, discussing what movie you two were going to watch. This cut Jill deep, you were supposed to be her bus partner. She especially enjoyed when she could fall asleep on your shoulder.

The confusion has subsided and now Jill was just angry, trying to rack her brain to figure out what she did to make so deeply upset. The whole way to the game, Jill was mixed with hurt and worry, coming to the conclusion that she had really screwed things up. Getting off the bus, she grabs her belongings and head towards the changing rooms, desperate to find a second to talk to you.

Getting ready for a football game for you was simple, a ritual you followed every game day. You were working on your hair in the private bathroom mirror when you hear a knock at the door. Without even thinking, you quickly unlock it and let the unknown guest in. Much to your dismay, Jill was hurdling through the door.

“What do you want Jill” you asked monotoned, trying your best to be this close to her, not having her this close since the revelation of her break plans just a few days ago. Avoiding eye contact at all costs, knowing if you fall back into those eyes, you will be heart broken all over again.

Jill was immediately hurt when you said her full name, usually you always used your nickname for her when you spoke to her. “What is the matter with you Y/N. One day we are good and the next suddenly you act as if I don’t exist? Avoiding me at training, finding a new bus partner, not answering my texts?” she questions out, hoping to finally resolve this confusing situation.

“I really don’t want to talk about this Jill. I need to finish getting ready.” you say as you shift around her to put the finishing touches on your hair. Not wanting to have this conversation minutes before you need to be on the pitch.

“No. This isn’t fair to me, please tell me what I did Y/N. Please tell me what I did to make you hate me.” she shouted out.

“I don’t hate you Jill, I could never hate you.” you confessed out quietly. You were now getting frustrated, how dare she make you feel like this and then expect you to explain why you are avoiding her. She broke your heart. She physically ripped your heart out and stomped on it. She so casually hurt you so bad and she didn’t even know how.

“Then why the sudden change?” Her eyes begged for the answer as you look towards her.

“Because….. I am in love with you!” you yell towards her, “But you have a girlfriend” you quickly breathed out as you leave the bathroom, lightly pushing past her.

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[redhairedwolfwitch]

Sombra y Amor

First part - Sombra y Fuego

A/n: I forgot where I was going with this part 2, but I have a vague idea of a timeline running up to the 2023 summer transfer window👀 but keep in mind it's set in the 2021/22 season in this part so whoops. I decided to be nice since I passed my driving theory test today:)

Summary: R’s family were family friends of the Putellas family, R grew up with them, goes over to help establish Manchester United WFC whilst studying there, over the years befriends some Dutchies and Ona when she arrives too.

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Whoever organised the villas for Ibiza clearly thought you needed to be babysat. You were in the room next to Alexia’s, and Alba was in the same villa too. 

The agreement for your birthday was two celebrations, one in Manchester, which you had with your United teammates, a celebration that ended with you waking up the next morning with Ona using your chest as a pillow, and a teasing text on your phone from Jill, about how you fell asleep on the call with her. 

The other celebration would be in Ibiza with as many of your Spanish national teammates as possible, plus, much to Alexia’s resistance, and Jenni’s encouragement, Jill had tagged along, meeting some of her Wolfsburg teammates in the process.

You weren’t going to admit that you’d been staying up to work on your final assignment of the trimester, the part-time degree taking up chunks of your time when you weren’t training for a match or participating in said matches.

Your sleep schedule was a mess though because of it, Ona having woken you up so you could both get to the airport in time to head back to Spain being one of the more significant events. Or how you slept on Ona’s shoulder for most of the flight back.

Footsteps approaching your room were the first thing you heard, but whoever it was knocked gently, waiting before opening the door slightly, then walking in. You ruled out Alba, Ona and Jill, and nobody else would walk into your room whilst you were sleeping but one. The knocking and waiting, the door opening slightly to peek in, it was Alexia.

“Buenos días mi pequeña sombra… are you awake? I hope you are, Jenni’s plan was to dump water on you, but I said I would check first…” Her voice was soft, reminding you of when you were a child, sneaking into her bed when you had nightmares. You would choose Alexia over Alba then because Alba accidentally rolled you out of her bed, waking up the entire Putellas household because you had hit your head on the way to the floor.

A soft groan left your mouth as you rolled over, leaving space for Alexia to sit on the edge of the bed, her hand gently pulling down the back of your pyjama shirt from where it had rolled up.

“Hm… buenos días…” you whispered, rubbing at your eyes as you rolled over to look at her.

“What’s wrong? You have that look on your face- the same one you had when… what’s bothering you?” You trailed off, avoiding admitting what you had thought of last time Alexia had that expression on her face.

“You re-signed with United?” Your signing with United in 2018 had taken Alexia, Alba and Eli by surprise, but you explained your reasons well, for the three year contract anyway, but now you were tacking on another two years, taking you up to summer 2023.

“My degree… It's taking longer than I thought, since it’s part time, but after the lockdowns, the universities got better at online work, so I’m ahead… I re-signed because it’s going to take another year at least, and United is getting better. Ona’s contract is until 2023 too, if they activate the option year. The WSL is fun, and it’s not like Barcelona needs Sombra.” You replied, about to bury your face in your pillow but Alexia let out a sigh.

“By the way, thanks for kicking Chelsa’s ass in the finals.” You changed the subject, seeing the disappointment in your older sister’s eyes at you saying Barcelona didn’t need Sombra, referring to yourself like that.

“Come on, get dressed, you’re missing breakfast. Jenni, hold off on the water. Sombra is awake.” Alexia nudged you, calling out to Jenni, who let out a bored groan in the hallway, peeking her head in as Alexia nudged you again, spotting you going back to sleep.

“Finally!” Jill teased you whilst Ona laughed, but you chose to ignore them both in favour of breakfast, sitting down next to Ona with Jill opposite you. You could feel other eyes on you as you realised that Alba, Jenni and Alexia were all watching you three.

“Hoe zijn je nieuwe teamgenoten?” 

Jill let out a chuckle before replying in Dutch, the two of you chattering away as Ona looked overwhelmed, but a smile lit up her face when she saw the looks on the other Spanish players’ faces.

“How much of that do you understand?”

“Jackie’s Dutch lessons are really good, plus I like the looks on everyone’s faces when faced with a language they don’t understand.” You shrugged, before Jill said something in Dutch that left your face burning.

“Ik probeerde dat te vergeten." 

Jill laughed at that, leaving you to huff as your sisters looked confused, and Ona shook her head in amusement, having a slight idea of what was happening.

“Let’s move on… what are we doing today? Also where is everyone else?” You glanced around, taking another bite of your breakfast.

“They went to rent a boat.” Jenni explained, as you got up to make a drink, following you over to make a coffee.

“A boat?”

“Yes. You can reenact Titanic.” Jenni smirked, but you frowned in confusion, taking a moment before realising.

“I’d understand that reference, if I had actually been awake during that movie.” You retorted, watching as Jenni removed the teaspoon from her coffee cup. 

“Have you told Alexia about when we’re back in Barcelona? What did Mapi say?” Jenni asked into her coffee, sparing a glance in the direction of your sisters as you hummed.

“Mapi offered to do it herself, but Alexia would kill her. I haven’t told Alexia, but I think she’s still a little offended that I went with Alba for my fourth one, instead of with her. She had a media thing so couldn’t go with me.”

“Fourth? It is like you are growing up before my eyes!” Jenni teased, grinning as you grimaced into your drink.

“You’ve known me for years-”

“What are you two talking about?” Alba raised an eyebrow, walking over to make herself a drink.

“Nothing!” “Nothing!”

///

“Are you sure those three aren’t all dating?” Lola gestured to where you, Jill and Ona were on the dancefloor together.

“We’re sure, but… I don’t think our baby sister realises anything beyond trying to annoy Alexia.” Alba replied before disappearing onto the dance floor.

“Annoy you?” Lola enquired, turning to Alexia, who rolled her eyes, swaying to the music slightly as she turned to look at Lola, no longer watching you, Jill and Ona.

“My baby sisters… who have somehow disappeared?” Alexia frowned, looking over the dancefloor again to spot Ona dancing with Leila, and Jill was talking to some of her Wolfsburg teammates.

“Maybe they wanted some air?” Lola suggested, looking over the dancefloor and seeing no indication of you or Alba anywhere.

///

You had to grow out of sneaking into Alexia’s room as you grew up, because she grew up too, and you saw her less and less due to football. Instead, you’d lay awake at night, staring up at the ceiling trapped in your thoughts. Sometimes Alba would find you kicking a football outside, or Eli would wake up to find you studying at the dining room table in the early morning.

Exiting your room at the villa, your feet were soft against the floor, tapping your knuckles against the door you needed carefully, waiting before opening the door enough to peek in hesitantly. It was only when you saw that it was safe that you slipped into the room, curling up on the floor next to Alexia’s bed.

You tried not to flinch as you heard the bedsheets rustle, but Alexia was peeking over the bed to look down at you curled up on the floor.

“What’s wrong? You had a nightmare? Why are you on the floor?” Alexia whispered into the darkness, hearing you let out a sigh.

“I can’t sleep. Jill admitted she’s had feelings for me for a while, but she’s leaving for Germany, and I’m not going to see her unless Spain plays against the Netherlands and I’m on the roster. We both accepted it was a missed opportunity, but it still hurts.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, curling up further on the floor until Alexia reached down to rub your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, mi pequeña sombra, although, you’re not that little anymore…”

“I’m still five years younger… even if I’m not that toddler running after you and Alba anymore.” You replied, leaning into your sister’s touch as she huffed.

“The ball was bigger than your legs but you wanted to play with me. You would cry if I wouldn’t let you. Mi pequeña sombra… my little shadow…”

“Too long for a jersey. I still remember when they started calling me Sombra, but it didn’t warm my heart like mi pequeña sombra did. You called me just Sombra once, and I wanted to cry. You’re my sister, even if we’re not blood. You, Alba, Eli, you’re more my family than… them. I love you.” your rambling was cut off as Alexia shifted in her bed, wrapping her arms around you to pull you into her, the hold reminding you of when you were little, clinging to your big sister after nightmares had woken you up.

“I love you, mi pequeña sombra, my littlest sister… Does Alba know about it?” Alexia hummed, gently rubbing your back as you shifted.

“Yeah, we talked the entire way back here from the club, I think I wrecked her plans to dance with whoever she was eyeing at the club but if Ona saw me cry, or Jill realised her confession made me cry… Alba’s had my back ever since she threw a boy in the mud for trying to kiss me.”

“¿Qué?” Alexia almost flew up from the bed, confusion all over her face at what you had said, quickly asking when this had happened, and where she was at the time of the event.

“We were at the park. You had gone off to play football with the big kids, and I wasn’t allowed to join you since I was seven, you were twelve, Alba was nine. I’d played with the boy before on the playground, but I don’t know why he thought kissing me was a good idea. Alba spotted it, shoved him into the mud and glared at him, he cried, and I cried too when Eli came over… and that’s the story of how a boy was almost my first kiss.”

“Remind me to thank Alba. Wait, almost your first kiss… who was your first kiss?” Alexia asked, but you were either asleep, or pretending to, as Alexia got no answer. Who your first kiss was was something only you and some of the Spanish squad from the under 17’s championships in Iceland knew.

///

Your sleeping-in habit was apparently contagious. You and Alexia both were still sleeping when Alba went to check on you, finding your bed empty, so she headed towards Alexia’s room, finding you asleep, having stolen the blanket from a sleeping Alexia, and your foot was dangling off the bed.

A shriek echoed through the villa, leaving everyone else in the villa, and outside it in the pool to immediately look around, wondering what had happened.

“Alba! Don’t do that!” you yelled, having awoken to a hand grabbing your ankle, whilst Alexia flew up at your shriek, protectiveness in overdrive until she realised it was only Alba pranking you.

“Lo siento, but you left your foot dangling over the edge.” Alba smirked, but you huffed, glancing around to realise you were not in your bed, or your room, and the three of you were not alone.

“Buenos días, everyone!” you got out of bed, heading into the hallway, bypassing the audience to head to your room to get ready for the day. It wasn’t until they heard another shriek for Ona that had them hurrying to your room, finding you jumping around.

“What’s going on?”

“I got my grade back on my assignment, the one I stayed up until 2am to finish, I got 75! That’s a first class!” you exclaimed, jumping around in excitement as Ona eventually realised what you had said, and what assignment you were talking about, quickly jumping into your arms to join your celebrations.

You didn’t see the way your sisters exchanged looks, because you were busy jumping around with Ona in your arms, grins on both your faces.

///

Floating in the pool, you stared up at the blue cloudless sky, the water rippling gently against your skin.

It was only when you heard a sploosh, eyes staying on the sky as the water rocked you roughly, turning your head to spot Ona swimming towards you.

“What are you doing?” Ona enquired, floating on her back next to you.

“Just thinking.”

“Be careful!” Ona teased, making you huff and roll your eyes, spotting a lone cloud drifting over.

“You, thinking can be dangerous, Sombra.” A new voice teased, making you and Ona sink instead of float, hurrying to swim over to the edge of the pool where Laia Aleixandri stood with a smirk.

“Charming… so, are you going to stand there like a lawn ornament or swim with us?”

“You two weren’t doing much swimming.” Laia deadpanned whilst Ona frowned.

“Lawn ornament?”

///

“Do you know who the first kiss was with?” Alexia quietly enquired to Alba, spotting you, Laia and Ona chatting in the pool.

“You don’t?” Alba went to tease, but Alexia’s sigh was enough to stop Alba from teasing her older sister, “I just know it happened, no details, too awkward to talk about it, but it was with a girl.”

“When, Alba, when?”

“That football trip in Iceland.” Alba replied, trying to recall more.

“In 2015?” Alexia perked up, trying to recall who would have been on the Spain squad back then.

“Hey, we’re getting ready to go to the restaurant now!” Lola called out, whilst Jenni tried to jokingly wrangle everyone out of the pool with a broom.

“Why are you so interested in my first kiss anyway? It’s not like I know who yours was, or that I want to…” you dramatically grimaced as Alexia let out a gasp, whilst Alba snickered, watching on as Alexia went to tease you back.

“So it was in Iceland with the under 17’s… you’re close to a lot of our national teammates-” Alexia began but you ducked behind Ona and Laia.

“Was not us!” the two defended themselves, hurrying after you as you all went to get ready for the restaurant, not going to dinner in your swimsuits.

///

“You’re so nosy today.” You pointed out, sipping your drink through a paper straw as Alexia put down her glass.

“You never told me-”

“The entire concept of a first kiss is awkward, and I haven’t spoken to her in a while because she plays in Spain, like nearly everyone else on the national team besides Ona, who isn’t going to tell you, and neither is Laia, who I also haven’t seen in ages so…” you shrugged, turning to talk to Laia, whilst Alexia sighed.

“First kiss, that happened already?” Lola turned, raising an eyebrow as she remembered you from years ago, how little you were.

“Five years ago apparently… no idea who it is, but someone from the national team during the under 17’s in Iceland. Not Ona or Laia…”

“Maybe you should drop it, Sombra does not have to kiss and tell.” Jenni suggested, leaving Alexia to nod in agreement, especially since dinner was beginning to arrive.

“You never told her?” Ona whispered, leaving you to shrug.

“You know me, I don’t realise people like me until it’s too late. Carmen, Jill, there was even a girl at school, we were fourteen. No point telling my sisters every missed opportunity of a relationship.” You explained quietly, poking at your meal with the fork, your appetite gone as you recalled what Jill had admitted to you yesterday.

Ona frowned slightly, reaching over to take your hand and squeeze it gently, gaining a forced smile from you in response which she shook her head at.

“How about we celebrate your assignment grade, that first, not your first kiss?” Ona asked, making you laugh slightly too loud as you gained the attention of some of the others.

“Fine, fine, yeah, let’s do that.”

///

Heading back to Barcelona, your sisters had noticed your sneakiness, but hadn’t been able to figure out why. Jill had left to pack up her stuff in London for the move to Wolfsburg, so it wasn’t about her.

“Have you seen-” Alexia began to ask Alba, but Alba already knew, since you three were supposed to be going out for dinner with Eli soon.

“Out with Mapi and Jenni-”

“Dios mío, they went out to get tattoos.” Alexia let out a sigh, but Alba wasn’t done.

“Leila and Ona too.”

“Sure, everyone else… didn’t even ask me.” Alexia began to sulk, much to Alba’s amusement.

///

“Happy?” Leila enquired, turning around to see you were giving Ona a piggyback as the five of you walked through the streets of Barcelona.

“Sí!” you grinned, but let out a groan when Jenni leaned back to pat your head, making a remark in Spanish about how you were growing up before her eyes.

“You’ve known me for years!”

“You were so little!” Jenni replied, pretending to wipe away a tear.

“And now I live in another country to play club football whilst studying for my degree, and have a few tattoos so…” you shrugged, shifting slightly to not drop Ona.

“You have more than a few!” Ona cut in, gaining Mapi’s attention.

“The ones on my ribs are private!” but what you said didn’t help, as Mapi looked between you and Ona on your back.

“But Ona saw them?”

Jenni and Leila stopped walking to raise eyebrows at you and Ona then.

“We share a flat, and we don’t have a shower curtain, it’s a pane of glass.” You deadpanned, about to retort when your phone began to ring in your pocket, “I’m going to be late for dinner, look, if you’re that interested in my tattoos, I’ll snapchat you… just not the rib ones, Alexia looked murderous when she found out Ona saw one, and that Jill went with me to get one done…”

“Alexia looked murderous about that? Good luck to whoever you end up dating!” Mapi deadpanned, noticing the look on Ona’s face as you huffed.

“No, too young to date!” Jenni cut in, with Leila agreeing, whilst Mapi began to laugh and Ona buried her face in your shoulder to hide her laughter.

“Literally the same age as Ona!”

///

Heading back to Manchester, you hugged Alexia, Alba and Eli tightly, not wanting to let go but your home was in Manchester, at least for the next two years.

“Ay, you’ll miss your flight.” Alba poked you in the sides as you fumbled with your suitcase handle.

“You have to go, mi pequeña sombra.” Alexia hummed, noticing your hesitation, but you nodded, smiling softly before turning to walk into the terminal.

///

Spain didn’t qualify for the Olympics in Tokyo, so you and Ona were well rested by the time that pre-season for the 2021/22 season began. Starting with some club friendlies, then the WSL began. The first game back against Reading was memorable, for more reasons than one, as Ona had scored the second goal in the match, Kirsty getting the first, and you scoring the third one.

The first game back was also memorable because of the meowing you heard on the way back from the cafe you had picked up breakfast from for you and Ona the morning after. You both had the day off, but you had volunteered for breakfast, allowing Ona some more time to sleep.

You froze at the mews, glancing around but there were no signs of the source. Paper bag of breakfast for two in one hand, you hummed, glancing around to try to get closer to the source of the voice.

“Oh, no, poor baby, no, I’ve got you, I’ve got you… Ona’s gonna kill me, I’m bringing home more than just breakfast.”

///

Ona didn’t expect you to bring a soggy stinky cardboard box back for breakfast, a box that happened to be transporting a furry meowing creature that was determined to try and eat the breakfast you bought.

“I’m going to find a vet now, just don’t let any of the breakfast get eaten… also, I’m not sure how long the box was in the bins outside the cafe, so… be careful of fleas and ticks.” You grabbed your phone, starting to google, while Ona looked in the box to find the meowing creature trying to climb out. The breakfast sat forgotten on the kitchen counter as you and Ona began to sort out the latest edition to the household.

///

The fuzzball had no identification, and since being found in a soggy cardboard box near the cafe, was assumed to have been abandoned, meaning that after a few pouts between you and Ona, the cat was staying.

“Desayuno.” You ran your finger over the fuzzball’s head, the feline still not happy with the veterinary handling, but was also happier to be out of that box.

“Breakfast? You want to name the cat, breakfast?”

“Yuno for short. I went out to get breakfast for us, and came back with it, and a stray cat, thus, we have Desayuno… Sombra-Batlle.” 

“Desayuno Sombra-Batlle?”

“I don’t go by my surname, and legally I’m not a Putellas, so… okay, no Lion King moment for Yuno-” you immediately put down the flailing fluffball who wasn’t enjoying being picked up and held in the air.

“Maybe once Yuno is bigger.” Ona shrugged, looking over at how the fuzzball was now exploring the flat.

“We have a couple of neighbours who can watch Yuno when we’re on away trips.” You added, following the fuzzball around the flat as Ona playfully rolled her eyes, getting her phone out to text Alexia.

///

“How many tattoos do you have now?” Vicky glanced over at you as you held the cafe menu between your fingers in thought, turning it over to make sure you’d considered all the options.

“More than my sisters think I have, but last time I went was with Mapi, Jenni, Leila and Ona in Barcelona a few months back…” you turned the menu over again, not seeing the look on Vicky’s face.

“Did you five book out an entire studio or something?”

“The others have connections, plus it was an excuse to hang out with them, bringing everyone together. Although Alexia gets grumpy every time I come back with another tattoo she didn’t know I had planned. She just needs to wait until her birthday. Tattoos, no matter your background, they bring you together, y’know…”

“That is far too philosophical for someone who used to hide behind Alexia at national team camp.” Vicky pointed out, making you falter, but Ona’s return from the cafe bathroom was enough of a distraction for the conversation to be forgotten.

///

An instagram notification distracted you from your reading, glancing up from the online textbook on your laptop to your phone to look. Yuno’s eyes opened slightly to acknowledge the movement of your arm, but the cat stayed put, happy as could be curled up in your lap (regardless of the fact you were starting to need the toilet.)

“Ona, did you tag me in something on your stories?” You enquired, but Ona had gone to her room for something after the two of you had had dinner, leaving you with a stubborn, sleeping Yuno.

Opening your phone to see what Ona had tagged you in, you chuckled at the photo of you reading, with Yuno in your lap, asleep.

Your phone buzzed again, reminding you of the time as you saw Jackie’s text, quickly opening zoom to join the group call that Jackie had sent you a link to.

“Hoi!”

///

Ona raised an eyebrow as she exited her room, hearing you talking to someone, and as she entered the kitchen, she glanced into the living room to spot you on the couch, on video call to a chunk of the Netherlands national team that you had crossed paths with at Arsenal and through knowing Jackie. Jill was part of the call, the defender discovered as she walked over to the couch, falling into frame of your camera as you leaned back to acknowledge her.

“Hoi, Ona…” you murmured, smiling as Ona sat next to you, waving to the camera. She didn’t know Dutch, but she could still pet Yuno, who stretched in your lap, a paw pressing into your stomach that made you grimace slightly. Yuno had developed a sixth sense that involved being able to press paws over your internal organs.

You froze at a comment made specifically in Dutch so Ona wouldn’t catch on, feeling your face burn as you murmured back a “misschein.” Maybe.

Maybe you looked at Ona like she hung the stars in the sky. Just maybe.

/// hopefully some translations ///

Buenos días mi pequeña sombra - good morning my little shadow

Hoe zijn je nieuwe teamgenoten? - how are your new teammates?

Ik probeerde dat te vergeten. - I tried to forget that.

¿Qué? - what?

Lo siento - I'm sorry

Dios mío - my god

Sí - yes

Desayuno - breakfast

Hoi - hi

misschein - maybe

#woso x reader #woso imagine #barcelona femeni x reader #ona batlle x reader #jill roord x reader #barcelona femeni imagine #barcelona femeni imagines #woso imagines #manchester united wfc x reader #manchester united wfc imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #jill roord imagine #ona batlle imagine #alexia putellas x reader

[redeyedroid]

A lot of the great rivalries in sport aren’t really. We create narratives and imagine storylines that don’t really fit the reality. Serena beat Maria Sharapova twenty times and lost twice, but their contrived rivalry has it’s own Wikipedia page. Tennis’s Big Four was really Federer, Nadal and Djokovic far ahead of Andy Murray, who was just as far ahead of everyone else (unless we’re talking Olympic gold medals, of which Murray has twice as many as the other three combined.) Stephen Hendry crushed Jimmy White in snooker final after snooker final. Nikki Lauda won twenty-five Grands Prix and three Formula 1 titles; James Hunt ten and one. There’s a decent movie about them that makes it look more even than it was. At the end of fourteen of the last twenty series, Australia’s men have held the Ashes and England's women haven't done much better (though, to be fair here, there's a galaxy of more stories to it than that). And so on. Equals that go through long phases of being very unequal. Or never were. 

But there are some rivalries between objective unequals that don’t play out the way they should.  

First played in 1872, the oldest fixture in international football is England versus Scotland. England have won the World Cup (which – in my Scottish opinion - really should come with an asterisk or two attached). They were beaten finalists at the last Euros (to be Scottish about it again, they do best when they rig the draw so they can play all their matches at home, at Wembley). They aim at finals, semi-finals. Grudge matches against Germany and Argentina and big ones against France or Brazil. 

Scotland have never played a knock-out match at a tournament. Our men have only qualified for one in the last quarter-century (though, unlike our neighbours, who have decades of penalty pain to look back on, we are perfect in shootouts.) Only one Scot, Kim Little, has ever scored the winning goal in a full international against Brazil. Our men have never beaten them. On the global stage, most often we lose and most often we fail, because that is what we have always done.  

Our players are collectively not as good as England’s. Even our good players are undervalued. Andy Robertson, probably the best left-back in world football over the past five years, cost Liverpool £8m. The most expensive transfer involving a Scot was the £27m Arsenal paid Celtic for Kieran Tierney. Chelsea paid PSV £30m recently for an uncapped English player called Nomi Madueke. Nobody would be surprised if it turned out he's actually a Football Manager regen. Prising the equally uncapped and not very good Englishman Aaron Wan-Bissaka from Crystal Palace cost Manchester United £50m.

Before she moved to Real Madrid, the absurdly good playmaking midfielder, Caroline Weir would regularly – casually - dominate matches in the WSL for Manchester City, racking up a collection of goals that by rights, should have won her at least one Puskas Award. 

(I didn't fuck up the links. The last two are different goals.) 

But it would feel like precious little footage of her, or Kim Little, or Erin Cuthbert would make it into promos or prematch coverage that preferred to feature far less talented English players..  

England: a team world famous multi-millionaires playing the biggest matches on the biggest stages.

Scotland: not often – if ever – that. 

And yet, 150 years of history gives an all-time record in men's football of 48 England wins, 41 Scotland wins, and 24 draws. 195 goals for England. 171 for Scotland. The last game, played at Wembley in 2021 during the pandemic-delayed Euro 2020 ended 0-0, with Scotland having the best of it. 

I think – and I probably am very wrong - this is because there’s a difference in how the match is perceived these days. As the gap in talent has grown in one direction, the gap in attitude has grown in the opposite.

Before that match in 2021, Rio Ferdinand was on English coverage saying, "It’s a huge game. I can’t wait. Nothing to fear, and we will go down and get our seat and watch it. Looking forward to it. England are going to win. I can’t see anything else, I’m telling you. I’ve never been this confident about a game in a major championship." 

Meanwhile, on the Scottish feed, they were showing this: 

We used to play annually, but those days are gone and it feels like the English have moved on, that the fixture stil matters to them only because of history and because the Gammonscenti among them are upset that a lot of Scots want independence and the breakup of the United Kingdom. But, on the whole, they aim higher and a game against Scotland doesn’t live in their heads the way it does for Scotland.

For Scotland, there is only England. When we don’t play them, we live in perpetual annoyance at anglocentric TV coverage during tournaments we aren’t even at. When we do make it, we get more annoyed, because – fairly or not – we feel we’re treated as afterthoughts by broadcasters that ostensibly cover the whole UK. And so, England must lose. Preferably to us, but anyone is acceptable. We’re fuelled by grievances real and imagined; schadenfreude; a desire to see the ruin of our enemies; and a weird sporting inferiority complex that affects the whole country.

(And, let’s be honest, that fucking song was tedious when it was released in 1996, long before it was shorn of all nuance by the hordes of pink-faced cretins who only know three words of it).

If England were playing the Fascist Red Spiders From Mars, most Scottish football fans would be sitting there, rooting desperately for the Fascist Red Spiders. 

It matters to England because it matters to Scotland, but they underestimate how much it matters to us. Because, pathetically, we have nothing else. 

On September 12 the men’s teams will play a friendly at Hampden in Glasgow to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the Scottish Football Association. On the 22nd, the women’s teams play in the Nation’s League. England should win both. They are better teams with better players. And it’ll hurt if they do. But it won’t be because the Scots haven’t performed, haven’t given their best. Somewhere in their preparation, someone will have pointed out that “It’s fuckin' England. Let’s get intae these cunts” and they'll come out looking like they’re about to chib someone. 

(No, really. Set Robertson to malky!) 

If England show up thinking that it’s a foregone conclusion, or that they can roll substitutions, or that they need to avoid injury ahead of their Champions League game next week, they’ll find themselves in trouble. They have more than enough class to win, but the Scots have the fight. 

#scotland #Scotland v England #Football #I am actually very well behaved when watching England play with English friends. #Seriously. I watched Iceland beat them at the Euros alongside an English friend and said nothing. #Caroline Weir is the best British midfielder and has the best left foot in British football. #Would be remiss to not mention that all three of those goals by Weir were scored against Mary Earps who the English have semi-deified.

[alexbkrieger13]

Fotbollskanalen with a transfer rumour reveal which has nothing to do with a Sweden player or a Wsl team with Swedes

https://www.fotbollskanalen.se/england/avslojar-manchester-united-jagar-vanhaevermaet-/

Reveal: Manchester United chasing Vanhaevermaet

Justine Vanhaevermaet could leave Reading. According to information to the Football Channel, the midfielder is being chased by Manchester United.  

During the EC this summer, Belgium made it to a historic quarter-final where Sweden was waiting as an opponent. The Belgian midfield shadow, Justine Vanhaevermaet was a big part of getting as far as they did.

And the Belgian star player has also been important to Reading since she joined the club in August 2021. The 30-year-old's contract runs through the summer of 2023, but now Fotbollskanalen learns that she could be on her way out sooner.

According to information, Manchester United have shown an interest in the midfielder - however, there should be no concrete offer on the table yet.

Reading is currently in second last place in the table after six rounds played, with three points conceded.

[theroleofimagination]

Really sad to see Lisa go to West Ham but totally understand it's what's best for her career 🥲

#lisa evans #arsenal wfc #west ham united wfc #doesn't bode well for viv's future at arsenal after thia season but we knew that already really #gutted to see her go but get that she wants playing time #wsl transfers 2021 #fawsl

[rashfordxbruno]

My reflection on United Women's 2020-21 WSL campaign:

Some United fans say this season is a failure but I think we've made progress. We've closed the gap from 13 points (in 2019-20) to just one point this season (our first full season in the top-flight). Quite impressive, isn't it? The goal was to get UWCL, but we weren't ready for it. Injuries really hampered us which showed that we lack a little quality in depth. I think the second half of the season could've been handled better from a tactical POV in terms of formation, set-up and player selection. Well, so be it.

We were so close and we're a team that's progressing with a young manager who's learning and developing. Still a lot to learn from the players, Casey and the staff.

The squad needs improvement both in terms of depth and quality, especially the latter. Players that aren't good enough must leave and we need to bring in reinforcements. Casey needs backing in the upcoming transfer window. We could make a real push towards UWCL football next season.

It's been a pleasure to watch these girls for the past 8 months. A roller-coaster of emotions, just how it should be. Thank you and goodbye to the 2020-21 season. Bring on 2021-22!

#manchester united women #muwfc #angie talks

[glimmerofawesome]

https://herfootballhub.com/why-chelsea-will-not-win-2021-22-fa-wsl-title-opinion/

Everyone know chelsea have a big defense problems, even we as a fan who only have basic knowledge about football can see it but Emma looks like don't want to fix it(yet). Maybe I'm too negative but I already prepare my mental if chelsea not win wsl or any cup next season. Lets not talk about cl, we just lucky to make into final last season.

I personally think the defense is more of a "liability" when you get into the later rounds of Champions League. In all honesty it's not been a huge issue in the WSL. Usually Chelsea are one of the top two defenses in the league and last season they conceded the least amount of goals they have ever in a season, even with playing more games. Obviously not perfect though. They struggle against pace which you get with a Hemp and City.

The biggest issue for me is having the ability to rely on and play the subs to rest players. That's been the biggest issue. Chelsea got away with it in 2019-2020 because they didn't have CL. Last season you could really see the effects as they got down the final stretch of the season. However that's not just an issue that Chelsea dealt with. City had quite a few injuries down the stretch too, and Arsenal always have their ups and downs.

Chelsea have been able to handle the teams at the top of the table in the years they've won the league. The struggle has always been the slip ups against lower table teams costing them. Whether that be their focus or because of rotation.

I think part of that could tie into the concerns about attack. However given the talent we have I feel like you could see the scoring spread out more this season now that everyone has had time to settle. Hopefully the preseason has given them time to figure out how to play together and how to best use different players through different formations, etc.

Transfer window wise, I know we all don't like that it's quiet, but it's not like we had a bad team to begin with. It's a team that's been together mainly since 2017-18 range and won three league titles in that time.

I definitely think it gets tougher year by year, but Arsenal and City haven't been able to consistently beat Chelsea in this two year span either. Everton too if you want to go there. Plus Kingsmeadow (with fans) has been an incredibly hard place for other teams to come in and win at.

However don't get me wrong, I don't think it'll be a walk in the park this year. Whoever wins the league will definitely have to beat the other two-three top teams in the league at least once. Winning the league three years in a row is extremely tough and teams are getting better and better.

[the-necessary-unnecessary]

I feel like that world cup summer really changed things for Hardersson. they seemed on track to be together for 2021, then maybe all that time together just made it so much harder to do long distance for another two seasons and so P bit the bullet and requested a transfer. I think the fact the WSL is so good and Chelsea really backing their women obviously is a huge help and bonus for them but it does seem like they just got to a point where the long distance wasn't for them anymore.

I think the world cup propelled them to unknown media coverage which has definitely changed their perception a bit, and then coronavirus really just emphasised just how much they wanted to be with each other, plus chelsea winning the league and growing such a packed squad etc. The more I'm reading though the more the emphasis is definitely being put on them wanting to be and play together, whether this be an accurate depiction or not

#the asks #aw shit here we go again

[sportsjournal]

Women's soccer representative striker Lee Geum-min transferred to Brighton 먹튀검증

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The women's national soccer team striker Lee Geum-min (27) has completely transferred to England's Brighton & Albion WFC.

Brighton announced on the 13th (local time) that "As a loan player for Manchester City, striker Lee Geum-min, who played with our team last season, has been fully signed."

Lee Geum-min, who has scored 16 goals in 58 matches (national team matches), played for the Seoul City Hall and Gyeongju KHNP in the women's soccer WK League, and signed a two-year contract with Manchester City in August 2019.

Lee Geum-min became the third Korean player to advance to the English Women's Super League (WSL) stage after Ji So-yeon (Chelsea) and Cho So-hyeon (Tottenham).

However, as her frequent injuries prevented her from performing and her natural opportunities to play were reduced, she only played three games (one goal) in the regular season, her first season in England, the 2019-2020 season.

Geum-Min Lee has only found her way after a loan move to Brighton for the 2020-2021 season, where she has scored three goals in 18 league matches.

In response, Brighton decided to continue with Lee Geum-min, whose contract with Manchester City ended.

Brighton manager Hope Powell welcomed Lee's full signing and said, "Last season, Lee Geum-min got better and better and finished the season with a really strong figure. I think it will get better and I look forward to this season with him." said.

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[tkmedia]

Everton's move for Iceland wonderkid Runarsdottir delayed due to Brexit rules

Everton's move for Iceland wonderkid Runarsdottir delayed due to Brexit rules | Goal.com

Last Updated1 minute ago08:45Jul 23, 2021Link copiedCommentsGetty/GoalThe Toffees saw off a lot of competition for the teenager, but her move to the club has been delayed because of the UK's new transfer systemEverton attempts to sign Iceland international goalkeeper Cecilia Ran Runarsdottir have been delayed due to Brexit rules, sources have told Goal. The 17-year-old was set to join the club this month when she turned 18, the Toffees having beaten a number of clubs to her signature, including Women’s Super League rivals West Ham. However, while playing for KIF Orebro in Sweden, Runarsdottir has not accumulated all of the points needed to navigate the new rules regarding transfers to England post-Brexit. Editors' Picks The goalkeeper is still expected to sign terms with Everton on her birthday, which she celebrates on July 26, but the move will be delayed, with a January transfer a possibility instead. Who is Runarsdottir?Runarsdottir has been playing senior football in Iceland since she was 13 years old, starting her career with Afturelding. She helped the club win the second division title in 2017, before leaving for Fylkir the following season. The teenager spent three years with the club in the Urvalsdeild, the top flight of women’s football in Iceland. In 2020, she was named the league’s Young Player of the Year. Her development has not gone unnoticed at international level, with Runarsdottir winning her first senior call-up in late 2019. Her debut came a few months later, when she started Iceland's 1-0 win over Northern Ireland in March 2020. In doing so, she became her country's youngest ever goalkeeper. In Sweden, the shot-stopper has played four Damallsvenskan games to date for Orebro, making the bench for the other eight. One of her stand-out performances of the season came against top of the table Rosengard in July, with Runarsdottir making a number of excellent saves in a goalless draw with the league's high-flyers. Why Everton?Under Willie Kirk, who was appointed manager in late 2018, Everton have an exciting project that will particularly appeal to young players like Runarsdottir. Kirk has signed lots of aspiring youngsters from across Europe since joining the club, such as winger Nicoline Sorensen, defender Rikke Sevecke and striker Valerie Gauvin, all of whom are having great first seasons with the Toffees.Article continues below The club’s first-choice goalkeeper, Sandy MacIver, signed last January after finishing college in America and has quickly established herself as one of the best goalkeepers in the WSL. She has since made her senior England debut and is at the Olympic Games with Great Britain, too. Goal understands that as well as Everton and West Ham, Sassuolo and Benfica were also interested in Runarsdottir. Further readingLink copiedComments Read the full article

[evoldir]

Fwd: Conference:Hybrid.Switzerland.ForestGenomicsAdaptation.Sep21

Begin forwarded message: > From: [email protected] > Subject: Conference:Hybrid.Switzerland.ForestGenomicsAdaptation.Sep21 > Date: 3 June 2021 at 20:25:48 BST > To: [email protected] > > Reply-To: [email protected] > User-Agent: Heirloom mailx 12.5 7/5/10 > MIME-Version: 1.0 > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > > > This is a multipart message in MIME format. > > --=_alternative 004F0DA3C12586E9_Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" > > EVOLTREE Conference 2021: Hybrid Format and Abstract Deadline > > The first EVOLTREE Conference on "Genomics and Adaptation in Forest > Ecosystems" will take place 14-17 September, 2021, at WSL Birmensdorf in > Switzerland. Due to the improved situation concerning the pandemic in many > countries, we decided to organize the conference in hybrid format (on-site > and online). This will be one of the first opportunities to physically > meet and talk about science and increase your network! > > The conference focuses on the genomics and adaptation of trees and > interacting species from evolutionary, demographic, ecological and > conservation perspectives. It features an attractive and diverse set of > keynote speakers. For more details, visit our conference website: > https://ift.tt/3ppH92A > > The abstract deadline for oral presentations and posters is 15th of June, > 2021. Please log-in with your registration credentials and submit your > abstract here: https://ift.tt/3dREevs > > Note that the on-site participation is subject to government travel > restrictions that may change at short notice. To enter Switzerland, for > certain countries and regions, special rules apply at the moment (i.e., a > 10-day quarantine). More details and respective links can be found on the > conference webpage. > > EVOLTREE is a European network of research institutions and universities > engaged in studying the evolution and functioning of forest ecosystems, in > particular trees as the foundation species in forest stands. A prime topic > in the face of ongoing climate change is to elucidate how trees, together > with their associated organisms such as mycorrhizal fungi, respond to > rapid environmental changes. > > The organizing committee: > > Felix Gugerli, WSL > Christian Rellstab, WSL > Susanne Senn-Raschle, WSL > > [email protected] > > --=_alternative 004F0DA3C12586E9_Content-Type: text/html; charset="US-ASCII" > > EVOLTREE Conference > 2021: Hybrid Format and Abstract Deadline > > The first EVOLTREE > Conference on "Genomics and Adaptation in Forest Ecosystems" > will take place 14-17 September, 2021, at WSL Birmensdorf in Switzerland. > Due to the improved situation concerning the pandemic in many countries, > we decided to organize the conference in hybrid format (on-site and online). > This will be one of the first opportunities to physically meet and talk > about science and increase your network! > > The conference > focuses on the genomics and adaptation of trees and interacting species > from evolutionary, demographic, ecological and conservation perspectives. > It features an attractive and diverse set of keynote speakers. For more > details, visit our conference website: http://www.evoltree.eu/index.php/network/current-information/news/10-news/news-middle/180-evoltree-conference > > The abstract deadline > for oral presentations and posters is 15th of June, 2021. Please log-in > with your registration credentials and submit your abstract here: https://conf.wsl.ch/evoltree/ > > Note that the > on-site participation is subject to government travel restrictions that > may change at short notice. To enter Switzerland, for certain countries > and regions, special rules apply at the moment (i.e., a 10-day quarantine). > More details and respective links can be found on the conference webpage. > > EVOLTREE is a > European network of research institutions and universities engaged in studying > the evolution and functioning of forest ecosystems, in particular trees > as the foundation species in forest stands. A prime topic in the face of > ongoing climate change is to elucidate how trees, together with their associated > organisms such as mycorrhizal fungi, respond to rapid environmental changes. > > The organizing > committee: > > Felix Gugerli, > WSL > Christian Rellstab, > WSL > Susanne Senn-Raschle, > WSL > > [email protected] > > --=_alternative 004F0DA3C12586E9_=-- > via IFTTT

[theroleofimagination]

Confirmation that Jill Roord has signed with Wolfsburg

#jill roord #vfl wolfsburg frauen #arsenal wfc #well we knew it was coming but still a bit sad to see it confirmed #good luck to her! #wsl transfers 2021 #guessing it's being announced now so they can do a goodbye/send off next week