Petar Musa

Vai com ela a São Miguel durante um jogo do FCP e liga-me. Lá os miúdos são convidados.

Estamos a falar no jogador, mas não esquecer que a Luz "apoiou" o seu jogador com os grunhos e gestos de macacos; tens a direção que nem uma palavra teve para esse momento.

Para mim continua a ser o golo do Figo contra a Inglaterra em 2000

WWE: Raw - Mon 03 February 2025 Total Rating: 100% Venue: Rimrock Auto Arena Attendance: 12,000 Location: Montana, United States Total Viewers: 52,529,188 Opening Promo: Solo Sikoa, John Cena and Logan Paul RIKISHI: "Last week, LA Knight found out exactly what happens when you step to the Bloodline... when you step to the World Heavyweight Champion, Solo Sikoa. See, a lot of people in this business think they can run their mouths, think they can defy the power. They think they can get away with disrespect. But not with Solo. Not with my Bloodline. The attack on LA Knight wasn't just a message, it was a promise. A promise that every single person who dares to challenge Solo Sikoa, who dares to come for what is his, will face the consequences. And those consequences... they are brutal." SOLO SIKOA: "No one... challenges... The True Head of the Table. No one... challenges... The Champion. LA Knight learned. You will all learn." Solo raises the WWE World Heavyweight Championship high, a look of cold dominance on his face. The crowd reacts with a mix of boos and uneasy silence, acknowledging his threat. Suddenly, the iconic "My Time Is Now" blares through the arena. The place erupts as JOHN CENA makes his way out, looking focused and determined. He power-walks to the ring, acknowledging the fans but with a serious intensity. He slides in, takes a mic, and stands face-to-face with Solo and Rikishi. JOHN CENA: "Consequences, Solo? You want to talk about consequences? Here's a consequence: I didn't win the Royal Rumble. And yeah, it stings. It burns. But a true champion, a true man, knows how to pivot. Knows how to turn that disappointment into fuel. So, the Royal Rumble chapter? That's closed. My new focus... my laser-like, unbreakable focus... is the Elimination Chamber! You want to know why, Solo? Because I'm walking into that steel structure, and I'm walking out with a contract for WrestleMania! A contract to fight for a World Title. A contract to win my seventeenth World Championship!" Cena steps closer, his voice booming, looking directly at Solo's championship. JOHN CENA: "And if that means I have to go through the World Heavyweight Champion, Solo Sikoa, at WrestleMania... if that means you are the one holding the gold when I step into that ring to make history... well, Solo, then that's just a consequence you're going to have to live with." A massive pop from the crowd. Cena looks absolutely locked in, ready to fight. Solo and Rikishi just stare back, unmoving. Before any further words can be exchanged, LOGAN PAUL's obnoxious theme music hits. He strides out onto the stage, a smug, dismissive smirk plastered across his face. He's got a mic, and he's shaking his head in mock disappointment. LOGAN PAUL: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second! Is this a wrestling show, or are we auditioning for the next straight-to-DVD B-movie? John, John, John. Seriously? Seventeen World Titles? Who even cares anymore? Look, John, I respect what you were. But let's be real, you're not the face of WWE anymore. You're a Hollywood actor! A bad one, by the way! Your time in the main event? It's over! It's done! You should be back on the set, pretending to be a firefighter or some other nonsense, not taking up valuable airtime from guys who actually belong here!" Logan Paul gestures to himself, then to Solo, dismissing Cena with a wave of his hand. LOGAN PAUL: "This isn't your playground anymore, John. This is the new era. It's my era. So go home, watch your old movies, and leave the real main events to the real stars, like me, and... well, like Solo, I guess. At least he's still relevant." 93% Interview: Rhea Ripley spoke to Cathy Kelley about Jade Cargill CATHY KELLEY: "Rhea, a moment please! You're cleared to compete tonight after Jade Cargill's brutal attack at Royal Rumble. How are you feeling heading into this crucial Elimination Chamber Qualifier match?" RHEA RIPLEY: "How am I feeling, Cathy? I feel pain. I feel rage. But most of all... I feel determined." She touches her bruised jaw briefly, then clenches her fist. RHEA RIPLEY: "Jade Cargill tried to break me. She tried to take my title, and when she couldn't, she tried to take my career. Well, guess what, Jade? I'm still here. I'm still breathing. And I'm still Mami. That Elimination Chamber? That's not just a path to WrestleMania anymore. That's my path to vengeance. I'm not just qualifying tonight; I'm walking into that Chamber, I'm ripping through anyone who stands in my way, and I'm winning it all. Because then, at WrestleMania, I don't just get my title back... I get to make Jade Cargill suffer for what she did. And believe me, that consequence... will be absolutely brutal." 62% Match 1 - Women Elimination Chamber - Qualification Giulia Vs. Rhea Ripley Winner: Rhea Ripley (Pinfall via Riptide) 86% Post Match: Giulia and Rhea Ripley respectfully shake hands after their match Despite her loss, Giulia shows respect for Rhea Ripley with a post match handshake. The two pose together in the ring as the fans show their appreciation. 84% Match 2 Charlie Dempsey & Damon Kemp Vs. The Creed Brothers Winner: Julius Creed (Pinfall via Military Press Slam) 55% Backstage: Logan Paul and Ludwig Kaiser The camera catches LOGAN PAUL, still fuming from the opening promo with John Cena, stomping down the corridor. He's muttering to himself, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Suddenly, LUDWIG KAISER, looking impeccably dressed and composed, steps out from a doorway, almost bumping into him. LUDWIG KAISER: "Ah, the Hollywood sensation. Still trying to make sense of the real world of professional wrestling, I see." LOGAN PAUL: "Oh, look, it's... Kaiser. Still strutting around like you've actually accomplished something significant? Didn't you just barely claw your way into a title opportunity after weeks of... well, frankly, being largely ignored?" LUDWIG KAISER: "Ignored? My dear Mr. Paul, I have not only accomplished something significant, I have achieved what few can. I am the #1 Contender for the Intercontinental Championship. My destiny, a championship victory over Jey Uso, awaits me at Elimination Chamber. That, unlike your fleeting online trends, is an achievement that matters." LOGAN PAUL: "An Intercontinental Title shot? Wow, big deal. You know what you are, Kaiser? You're too small. Too small to even hold that title, let alone be a champion that anyone cares about. You're a placeholder, at best, trying to play in a league you don't belong in." LUDWIG KAISER: "Ah, 'too small.' Such a predictable retort from someone whose focus is clearly far too scattered. But let us not concern ourselves with my physical dimensions, Mr. Paul. Let us concern ourselves with yours, especially for tonight. You see, while I may be 'small,' I at least know how to handle myself in a ring against an opponent worthy of my attention. You, however... you face John Cena tonight. In an Elimination Chamber qualifier. The man you just publicly mocked, the man who wants to win his 17th World Title. Good luck with that." Kaiser lets out a slow, mocking laugh, a deep, resonant sound that clearly infuriates Paul. He shakes his head in amusement, then simply turns and walks away, leaving Logan Paul standing there, seething, alone in the corridor, still muttering to himself. 66% Match 3 Tessa Blanchard Vs. Asuka Ringside: Winner: Tessa Blanchard (Botched Interference Finish via Buzzsaw) 85% Post Match: Contenders for the Women Intercontinental Championship present themselves TESSA BLANCHARD stands in the center of the ring, mic in hand, after what was presumably a dominant victory. She's breathing heavily, but her eyes are fierce and determined. TESSA BLANCHARD: "You know, I've been watching, Becky. I've been watching you parade around with that Women's Intercontinental Championship, acting like you're on top of the world. Like you're... the Man. Well, Becky, I'm here to tell you that 'The Man' is about to meet 'The Woman.' I've proven myself week after week, I've taken out every obstacle placed in my path. And now, my path leads directly to you, and directly to that Women's Intercontinental Championship! So consider this my official challenge, Lynch. I'm coming for your title!" Before Tessa can finish her statement, MEIKO SATOMURA's stoic music hits. The "Final Boss" of women's wrestling walks out onto the stage, a look of serious disapproval on her face. She takes a mic, her gaze fixed on Tessa. MEIKO SATOMURA: "A challenge? A claim for a championship? You, a child with fleeting momentum, believe this title is yours for the taking? No. This championship demands respect. It demands experience. It demands a true 'Wrestling Machine.' I have defeated champions around the world. I have built a legacy. Becky Lynch knows what a true threat looks like. And that threat, Tessa, is not you. It is Meiko Satomura." Meiko steps into the ring, standing a few feet from Tessa, a tense standoff ensuing. Fight Me theme hits and ALEXA BLISS makes her way out, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, but also a serious undertone. She holds a mic and gestures dismissively at both women in the ring. ALEXA BLISS: "Oh, come on, you two! 'The Woman,' 'The Wrestling Machine'... are we really doing this? We're talking about Becky Lynch's title, right? A title that means you're the best." Alexa enters the ring, smiling sweetly at first, then her expression hardens. ALEXA BLISS: "And between the three of us standing here right now, who's the only one who has actually been a five-time Women's Champion in WWE? The only one who has held World Titles, defended them on the biggest stages? That's me, sweethearts. So if anyone deserves to challenge Becky Lynch for that Women's Intercontinental Championship, it's not the ambitious newcomer, and it's not the seasoned veteran... it's the proven champion. It's Alexa Bliss!" All three women are now in the ring, tensions rising, glaring at each other, ready to erupt. The arena lights flicker, and BECKY LYNCH's face appears on the Titantron, a wide, arrogant grin plastered across her face. She's holding her Women's Intercontinental Championship proudly. BECKY LYNCH: "Hold on! Hold on, everybody! Please, let's not get our knickers in a twist, girls. I'm watching you three down there, fighting over who gets the privilege to stand in my presence, and frankly... it's pathetic. Tessa, bless your little heart, you have potential. Meiko, darling, you've had a wonderful career... elsewhere. And Alexa... ah, Alexa. You used to be somebody, didn't ya? Used to be a champion. Now look at you, begging for a shot at my gold!" Becky laughs condescendingly, tossing her hair. BECKY LYNCH: "The truth is, none of you are on my level. None of you possess the star power, the charisma, the sheer, undeniable it factor that makes someone worthy of being 'The Man.' So squabble amongst yourselves, little ladies. Because no matter who 'wins' your little contest, the outcome will be the same: I will remain your Women's Intercontinental Champion. And that, my friends, is the only truth that matters." Becky blows a mocking kiss to the camera as her image fades from the Titantron, leaving Tessa, Meiko, and Alexa fuming in the ring, their eyes now darting between each other, ready to tear each other apart as RAW heads to commercial. 95% Video: Finn Bálor cut a promo on Bronson Reed Finn Bálor, showing some visible bruising from last week but an unwavering determination, comes to the ring. He's visibly angry, a quiet intensity burning in his eyes. FINN BÁLOR: "Bronson Reed, you call yourself a monster? I call you a coward. You attack from behind. You brutalize someone who's already laid out. That's not dominance; that's weakness. I told you, I'm tired of bullies like you. And now, after what you did last week... I'm not just tired. I'm coming for you! You want to prove you're the biggest monster? Face me, man to man, and we'll see who truly stands tallest!" 88% Match 4 The Miz Vs. Bronson Reed Winner: Bronson Reed (Pinfall via Tsunami) 76% Post Match: Chaos and Unintended Collision As Bronson Reed stands victorious, BRAUN STROWMAN's music hits again. Braun storms down the ramp, making a beeline for the ring, eyes locked on Bronson. Bronson, seeing him coming, braces for impact. But just as Braun is about to enter, FINN BÁLOR, having rushed out from backstage, slides into the ring and tries to attack Bronson from behind. Bronson sidesteps at the last second, and Finn accidentally bumps hard into Braun. The two look at each other with momentary confusion and frustration. This split-second distraction allows Bronson Reed to slip out of the ring, grinning wickedly from the ramp. Braun and Finn stare at each other, a mix of anger and exasperation on their faces, before turning their attention back to Bronson Reed who is retreating up the ramp, laughing maniacally at their disarray. The tension builds as neither man looks willing to back down. 87% Main Event - Men Elimination Chamber - Qualification Logan Paul Vs. John Cena Winner: Logan Paul (John Cena's injury) 75%

Accident: Easyjet A320 at Funchal on Feb 13th 2026, gear damage after two balked landings

60% em Outubro + apoio de uns 40k no estádio. Porque haveria de ir embora?

É negro?

Podes partilhar o url do The Athletic? Só vi este mas ainda não o li tbh: https://www.nytimes.com/athletic/7054185/2026/02/18/vinicius-jr-racism-benfica-real-madrid/

Isso não é exclusivo de um só clube, é no futebol em geral (não quero extravasar para a sociedade porque é todo um outro nível). Por motivos profissionais eu ia a muitos campos de futebol todos os fins de semana e em todos ouvia racismo. Mas no Rio Ave, fosse formação ou equipa A, era todo um outro nível. Todas as semanas eu aprendia um insulto pior que o o anterior. O que me chocava nem eram os insultos. No campo da formação do Rio Ave, para quem conhece, aquilo são 2 filas pequeninas. E logo na frente está a malta da PSP que ao ouvir aquilo nunca, mas nunca tentou que quem insultava parasse com aquilo. E o racismo é crime. Se os mesmos policias me vissem na rua a chamar "preto de m*rda" a alguém eu ia sofrer as consequências

Aposto que os adeptos que se levantaram nenhum gritou "preto" para o Vini

Em lado algum umas palhaçadas para a bancada dão direito a que alguém seja insultado com racismo

Não foi um tratamento muito bom que o gajo está sempre lesionado

Só espero que o árbitro seja o Veríssimo nos 2 jogos

Fechem a janela que é uma lufada de ar fresco muito forte. E traz cheiro a mofo Este tem é no Waze a melhor rota para chegar a Vigo

Ao menos não temos essas 2 pistas merdosas ao mesmo tempo. Tbf gosto do circuito de SPA. O meu problema é que nunca sabemos se vai haver prova, ou não.

Muito grave. Mas estou muito curioso sobre as causas deste incidente. Props ao treino dos pilotos, subiram logo o avião mal o GPWS disparou. Sem sair de Portugal, em 99 o ATP da SATA despenhou-se em São Jorge porque os pilotos ignoraram o GPWS

Claro que é skill issue. Eu não sei desenhar e, muito menos, fazer formatações decentes. Se o soubesse não ia procurar ajuda. Mas este tópico tornou-se o espelho do CMPT e porque é que está entregue a meia dúzia de gatos pingados. Tem umas ideias pré concebidas de como as coisas devem ser e depois vão destruindo tópicos porque só essas ideias estão certas ou, noutros casos, batem de frente com a realidade e ficam muito frustrados. Divirtam-se e tentem ser felizes. 🫶

Não é o texto, são as ilustrações que é o que não sei fazer, desenhar. Vão ao google perguntar a diferença entre um texto e uma imagem. Epá menos.

Epá... Epá, vão apanhar um bocadinho de ar e tentem encontrar um bocadinho de noção. Ninguém está a falar de livros complexos, são as histórias da carochinha, literalmente. Mas de um tópico inócuo, conseguiram torna-lo em mais um um depósito das vossas frustrações pessoais. Divirtam-se e procurem ajuda

O quê? Isso é para mim?

Eu? Coitadinha dela se tiver que se fiar na minha criatividade. E sai sempre mais barato que os livros que se encontram nos hiperes que custam uns 8€ e são pessimamente escritos. Btw a primeira história que pedi passa-se no Triássico e, a Terra teve a visita de ETs. Então é a história de amor entre um dinossauro e um ET. A moral é que o amor não escolhe raças

Uma história do género do capuchinho vermelho.

Apanhei os meses que ele teve no Varzim e depois também o vi no Paços e, as equipas dele tinham coisas boas. Não estou muito admirado com este trajecto no Gil por causa disso

Eu tenho andado em entrevistas nas últimas semanas e vejo claramente os moços a pesquisarem as respostas. Nada contra se for no trabalho, mas são perguntas para entender qual a sua capacidade técnica mínima. Discordo se souberes o que estás a fazer. A AI é uma grande ajuda no meu trabalho e, até aprendo algumas coisas para me tornar mais eficiente. Tenho é que estudar como melhorar os meus prompts, ainda perco algum tempo só a explicar o que quero. __________ Qual o melhor IA gratuito para formatar um livrinho? Pedi ao Chatgpt e ao Claude para me escreverem uma história para a miúda e para formatar páginas numa folha A4, mas aquilo fica tudo desconfigurado

O Estoril acabou de ganhar aqui um adepto