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Porky lad has been heading for fry ups rather than heading for training.

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University of Kentucky Wildcats locker room in Rupp Arena, Lexington, KY (circa March 2012)

Thanks to Hurricane Florence, this weekend’s UNC vs UCF football game is canceled but Tar Heel tradiThanks to Hurricane Florence, this weekend’s UNC vs UCF football game is canceled but Tar Heel tradiThanks to Hurricane Florence, this weekend’s UNC vs UCF football game is canceled but Tar Heel tradiThanks to Hurricane Florence, this weekend’s UNC vs UCF football game is canceled but Tar Heel tradiThanks to Hurricane Florence, this weekend’s UNC vs UCF football game is canceled but Tar Heel tradiThanks to Hurricane Florence, this weekend’s UNC vs UCF football game is canceled but Tar Heel tradi

Thanks to Hurricane Florence, this weekend’s UNC vs UCF football game is canceled but Tar Heel tradition always persists!

With this 1933 songbook from the North Carolina Collection,every Tar Heel is prepared to cheer for their team on game day… whenever that may be.

Songs of the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill : Tar Heel football songs. Chapel Hill, N.C.: Graham Memorial Student Union, c1933.


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My eyes opened and I groggily looked around trying to find the source that awoke me, with no luck. The time was 3:07 a.m, and beside me, Cris was sleeping heavily. I was about to go back to sleep, knowing that I would be grumpy in the morning if I didn’t, when it suddenly hit me. The craving for cookie dough ice cream.
Being pregnant was not exactly my favourite thing in the world, but the mere thought of my child that would arrive after nine months of this torture made it all worth it. The cravings though were something I despised very much because they mostly came at night time, ruining my sleep and often Cristiano’s as well.
With a sight I stood up, and threw on a cardigan before walking down to the kitchen.

“Mommy?”
I put down the spoon and smiled softly at the young boy in front of me. “Hey buddy, did I wake you up?”
He shook his head and sat down at the chair next to me, “I couldn’t sleep. I’m too nervous for the match tomorrow, I want daddy to be proud of me.”
My heart aww-ed at the boy in front of me, “I’m sure he will be, and you’ll do great, I just know it. Now, you have to go to bed again,” but Junior shook his head. “No, please mommy, I don’t want to.”
“Okay, fine. How about this; I’ll make you a cup of cocoa, and when you’ve finished that then you’ll brush your teeth again and go to bed?” Knowing his love for cocoa, I knew he would agree. “With cream?”
I nodded and giggled softly, “With cream.”

At the same time upstairs, Cristiano was tossing and turning. Suddenly his eyes opened widely and he gasped, reaching out for y/n, but was greeted by the cold night air. He stood up with a small smile, knowing that their baby probably was hungry in there and made his way to the kitchen. But when he got down he was greeted by two hushed voices instead of one.
“Hey, why are you guys up?”

Junior bounced up and ran over to his dad and hugged him tightly. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“He was nervous about the game tomorrow, or technically today,” I added softly before giving him a small hug as well as a kiss. “Hey.”
“Aww there isn’t any reason to be nervous buddy, you’ll do great and I will be proud of you anyway.” Junior looked up at his dad with big eyes, “Really?” “Really,” and then he took a look at Junior’s empty cup and grinned, “Now go and brush your teeth and then I’ll come and tuck you in okay?” “Okay.”
When Junior had skipped off, he turned to me with a loving gaze. “Cravings again?”
Giving him a nod, I yawned. “Yeah, but it’s gone now so I’ll go to bed again.”
“Yeah, I’m coming as well, I just have to tuck Junior in.” He disappeared into Junior’s room but I called him back,
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”

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I stood in front of the mirror, inspecting myself, when I heard a voice speak up.
“You look absolutely stunning, like always.”
Blush coated my cheeks as I turned around to face my boyfriend Antoine.
“Thank you! You look extremely handsome as well. Are you ready to go?” He nodded and offered me a hand which I gladly took.
Not much later we arrived at the restaurant, and hurried inside, not wanting any paparazzi to see us. We found a table and as I was about to sit down Antoine pulled out the chair for me, a cheeky grin evident at his face.
“What’s up with you tonight?” I laughed, “You act so romantic, I haven’t forgotten about our anniversary or anything right?”
A flash of panic striked his face, but as I was about to ask him about it, we got interrupted.
“Can I take your order?”
Antoine nodded, and started to list up what we wanted.
“What do you want to drink Y/N?”
I was about to answer when I heard the waiter gasp, “Oh my God! Y/N?”
Confused to why the waiter recognised me, I looked up, only to see my ex -boyfriend Brandon.
“Brandon, hey! Long time no see,” I smiled, feeling a tad akward as Antoine openly glared at Brandon. “Yeah,” he smiled, not noticing Antoine’s hard gaze.
“How have you been?”
“All good, you?”
“Much better now that I’ve spoken to you,” he grinned cheekily, making me realise it was time to tell him that I wasn’t interested. But before I got the chance, Antoine stormed off.
“I’m so sorry, but I got to go,” I smiled apologetic and left before he got the chance to respond.
Antoine had taken car, leaving me to hire a cab in order to get home.

“Antoine, are you there?” Silence.
“Come on,” I groaned as I walked into the bedroom.
“What?” A voice spat from beneath the duvets. I walked over and took away the duvets that were covering him, before giving him a hug. “Please don’t be jealous,” I whispered and kissed him.
“Why not?”, he grumbled, “That fop ruined everything, I was supposed to propose and every-” He cut himself off and widened his eyes when he realised what he said.
“You were supposed to propose?” I gaped, feeling so happy that I was about to explode. “Yeah,” he nodded nervously before standing off the bed and sitting down on one knee on the floor next to me.

“I know it isn’t as romantic as you deserve your proposal to be, but hopefully you still say yes. I love you more than anything, and I had a whole speech prepared but now I’ve forgotten the whole thing, so I’ll just get to the point; will you marry me?”

I smiled widely and jumped off the bed and into his arms, “Yes! And you didn’t have to worry about Brandon, cus’ I’m all yours.”
He smirked and kissed me hardly,
“Then prove it.”
“Gladly.”

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As the judge blew, signalling that the Euro finals were over, the audience went crazy. The French side was devestated, while the Portuguese was overjoyed.
Me on the other hand, could only think about how Antoine was feeling. He had worked so hard for this, and for nothing.
As Portugal lifted the trophy, I stood up and made my way to the French wardrobe, mentally preparing myself for what was to come.
He was already waiting as I arrived, and even though his face was emotionless, you could easily see the pain in his eyes. I hastily walked the last steps over to him and opened my arms widely, a comforting smile on my lips.
“Hey, I’m so sorry! You all worked so hard, and I know you’re upset. Do you need space or-”
He cut me off quickly and shook his head, tears starting to form in his eyes. “I just want to go home and cuddle, please?”
I nodded and gave him a tight hug before letting go, “Of course, let’s go.” Grabbing his hand, the two of you made your way to the car.
“And the little one also very much enjoyed the game, he wouldn’t be quiet in there,” I laughed and placed a loving hand on my three months pregnant belly. I could see Antoine smile softly at the thought of our little one, but the happiness disappeared as soon as it came.

“Hey! Antoine, over here! How does it feel to loose?”
“Are Y/N going to leave you now that you lost?”
“Do you think Portugal deserved to win?”

The paparazzi continued to shout out questions, some very rude ones, as well as snapping tons of pictures. I felt Antoine tense up, and I quickly gave his hand a gentle squeeze causing him to relax slightly.
We finally arrived to the car and made our way home, none of us being in the talkative mood.
As we arrived home, Antoine went straight for bed and motioned for me to join him, but I shook my head.
“I just have to fix something quickly, two sec and then we’ll cuddle.”
I walked into the kitchen and found a huge box of ice cream, and then grabbed two spoons. Walking back into the bedroom, I saw Antoine smile slightly as he saw what I had brought.
“Now,” I said and plopped down in the bed without caring about getting changed, “we can cuddle.”
We ate the ice cream in silence, and I then cleaned it away before we got ready for bed. I was about to fall asleep when I heard him speak up, “Thank you for comforting me tonight.”
Curling up against his chest, I smiled and gazed lovingly up at him.
“I would do anything for you, Antoine. I love you so much!”
“I love you too! And I don’t need a stupid trophy, cause’ with you and the little one, I’ve already wun!”

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I’ve never followed football, but I came to really like the uniforms while working on these. Great bold, graphic colours and designs.

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