Getting (runner’s) High in Amsterdam

By Erika Thompson

With the recent completion of the Amsterdam half-marathon, I hang up my finisher’s medal among the rest with pride. It feels like an accomplishment and in that moment, I am invincible and immediately sign up for my next challenge: the Barcelona Half-Marathon in February 2014. But then Monday comes and I wake up with stiffness, aching and soreness as I waddle around the city and grip the railing with white knuckles descending down the staircase. Tuesday comes and I opt for a glorious nap after a long day instead of the obligatory workout. Wednesday comes and my 5km run feels like it will never end… and I think on days like these, why do I intentionally put myself through grueling events like this over and over again? The answer: runner’s high.

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I wish I had better legs

by Laura Vilaça

I wish I had better legs. In today’s job market, having good, skillful legs seems like the key to achieve financial success and social status. Yes, I’m talking about playing football and the amazing figures the players mount up just for the simple fact that they can dribble a football and have good game strategy. At 25, Messi is worth 120.000.000€ in the football market, followed by Cristiano Ronaldo (28), worthing 100.000.000€, and Andrés Iniesta (29), 70.000.000€. In a Dragon Ball world, if these boys were to fuse, they would create a super-star football player with a weird body height and, most importantly, a 300 million euro tag attached as accessory.

You can't touch this.

You can’t touch this.

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The darker side of U21 football: Serbia’s absence and more

By Sonja Nikcevic

I am currently in Tel Aviv, living the dream -covering the UEFA U21 European championship and taking part in an AIPS Young Reporters workshop. I’ve spent the last few days running around from matches to press conferences and trying to find non-existent mixed zones. And it’s been great.

But, as the eight teams in Israel gear up for the second round of competition, and as my fellow Young Reporters attend their national press conferences and comment on their side’s performances, I can’t help but feel slightly bereft.

Serbia isn’t among the eight, and just that would be enough for disappointment, but unfortunately, it’s not all. The ‘Little Eagles’, or ‘Orlići’, as the team is known back home, are now branded with bitter scenes, the resounding air of controversy, and worst of all, charges of racism.

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LFL – Leave the lace off the field

By Sonja Nikcevic

A couple of days ago, I learned about something called the Lingerie League. Now, because I honestly hope that you don’t know what it is, I’ll explain.

It’s tackle football (or what Americans think football is, then simplified, with no field goals or punts), played by women, 7 on 7, in very specific uniforms. They consist of what you’d expect on an NFL field – shoulder pads, elbow pads, knee pads, garters, bras, and panties. You heard right garters, bras, and panties. I didn’t mix sports uniforms up with strip club uniforms, they just seemed to have magically combined to create the most degrading thing ever. To both women and sports.

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They even have numbers, how convenient!

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Thank you Jogi!

By Michael Seckler

“Bierhoff kann sich durchsetzen. Kuba … und Deutschland ist Europameister “! If you are not German you probably have no idea what this sentence means or stands for. If you are however, you probably remember how the commentator Béla Réthy screamed it during the last moments of the European Championship final in 1996. It was a special moment: Bierhoff gets the ball in the box, stops it, turns around the defender and finishes the match with a shot in the far corner. FIFA had just established the Golden Goal rule, which said that a goal scored in overtime ends the match.

Bierhoff after the Golden Goal

Bierhoff after the Golden Goal

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