#worldcup

PRE MATCH

The two things I have not seen is Vini + Raphinha work well together. Vini works brilliantly with rodrygo, raphinha works brilliantly with yamal. But can these two work brilliantly with each other.

PAqueta is in the ten role. He has to be his best, most creative, while not losing the ball.

Morocco is a team on a mission. Their recent run in the cup of nations ended in such a dislike by other members of CAF, Morocco will not want to exit the world cup. The good news for all strong teams is the group stages have the first two and the best six of the third place so , moving on to the next stage is only not going to happen for the poorest of the poort in this edition.

Lastly, I prefer Endrick as the number nine, but we will see...

FIRST HALF IN COMMENTS

HALFTIME

Slow start from brasil. Morocco's coach was told to make morocco more attacking but winning isn't about attack.

Casemiro + Ibaenez out , Danilo + Fabinho in

https://www.tumblr.com/rmfantasysetpieces1/819344871191199744/brazil-vs-morocco-06132026/replies/819348879324676096

SECOND HALF IN COMMENTS

END THOUGHTS

Lovely match, Brasil started the tournament cooly, Morocco started hot, but at the end, an even game.

Things teams need to improve

Brasil

Got to start sharp and fast paced. But has to have more clinical finishing. Thiago missed two assist , one a cross from Vini the other a throw in from Paqueta, he has to be on target for a number 9. I like thiago's pressing, but his finishing isnt enough. I will like the youth movement to go against Haiti + Scotland.

Morocco

Michael Olise x f! reader

masterlist

:: a late night game of fc26 turns soft when he'd rather lose than to stop playing with you

"this doesn't even make sense" you mumble, controller still in hand as the final whistle blows.

Michael leans back on the couch beside you, holding back his smile gazing at you. "It does make sense, you just lost."

You turn your head slowly, annoyed at his comment. "No I didn't lose, you just cheated."

He let's out a quiet laugh before shaking his head softly. "Right, the games against you specifically."

"Correct." You say instantly, before crossing your arms in disappointment while still holding the controller. "I'm done, I don't even wanna play anymore."

He glances over at you for a second. He could argue, prove his point, or annoy you about it for the next ten minutes.

But instead he let's out a sigh. "Okay."

You blink, thrown off. "Okay?"

"Yea, we can stop" he shrugs pushing his controller away. He notices your glance before explaining himself. "What? You said you didn't want to continue."

You huff, shifting a little. "Well yea, this game is annoying."

"Mhm." He nods seriously. "Definitely not because you lost."

You turn to him "Oh my God."

He smiles a little at that, just watching you for a second before leaning forward and grabbing the controller.

"One more" he says casually. "If you win, I'll admit you're better than me."

You hesitate slightly before accepting. "Fine, last one."

As the match starts, and you hear the familiar whistle blow you're officially locked in. More focused and ready to win.

He notices and slowly eases up. A missed takle here, a delayed pass there, nothing to obvious, nothing you'd catch.

Finally you win. "Yes! Did you see that?"

He nods biting back a grin. "Yea, nice."

Suddenly after that, you win the next few matches. You're talking more, hitting his arm whenever the ref calls something stupid, and overall you're having an amazing time.

As the matches go on, Michael just laughs, but his eyes drift toward you more than the screen.

Because this is what he wanted, not to win the game, but to have more time to spend with you.

Just you staying close to him, hearing your laughs, and watching you enjoy yourself with him.

After a while your voice gets softer, reaction time gets slower, and your missing things you would usually get.

"Hey." he says quietly.

"Mhm?" You mumble barely looking away from the screen.

"You're tired."

"I'm not." you say immediately, even as you blink slower.

he pauses the game.

you groan softly. "why’d you pause it?"

he turns slightly toward you. "because you’re falling asleep mid-match."

you frown, trying to focus. "i’m fine."

he reaches over, gently taking the controller from your hands. This time, you don’t even resist.

"You're still gonna play aren't you"

"One more.." He says

"Thats a lie."

he leans closer, just slightly, his voice softer now. "this time i mean it."

you don’t look convinced so he presses a quick kiss to your lips.

"Go." He murmurs.

And somehow, "Just one more game." Turned into "Just a few more."

Countries I want to win

Hope germany wins :3

World cluck! 🐔⚽