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Having Caicedo in this game has increased my confidence level by 80%. The defence isn't looking very good but I trust Lavia and Caicedo to protect that backline. Let's go chels

This is surely the best XI we can put out today against Sunderland. Henderson for Caicedo if Caicedo doesn't make it. Estevao honestly deserves to start after that performance against United. Fofana had a good second half against United. Hopefully, he carries that form into this game. Martinez over penders just because of experience. Penders has been exceptional in the last two games but I would prefer a much more experienced Martinez to start over him if Martinez is available.

Looking back, these players were never the problem. Maresca ruined them at Chelsea.

Ageing like fine 🍷 Ronaldo at 31. Ronaldo at 41.

I froze and slowly turned towards the door. Then my landlord screamed through the phone: "Don't open it! That's the woman in the photographs. She's been missing for three years!" Suddenly, the knocking stopped. A message appeared on my phone from an unknown number. It read: "Thank you for finding my pictures. Now tell him I know where he buried me."

i demanded that my husband come home immediately. when he arrived, he looked at my mother and sighed. "your sister, amara, was my girlfriend before she died giving birth to our son," he confessed. i stared at him in disbelief. "so you married me knowing i was her sister?" "i fell in love with you," he replied. "i wanted to tell you, but i was afraid of losing you." my mother finally admitted that she had hidden my sister's existence because she was ashamed of her past. i left my husband that night. weeks later, i met my nephew for the first time. he was a sweet little boy who knew nothing about the secrets surrounding his birth. i couldn't blame him for what the adults had done, so i decided to remain part of his life. three months later, i filed for divorce. i still loved my husband, but i could never trust him again. my mother begged for forgiveness, and eventually, i began speaking to her again. but things would never be the same. i had lost my marriage, discovered a nephew and learned that i had a sister i would never get to meet. the most painful part wasn't that my husband had lied to me. it was that my own mother had helped him do it.

I stared at the photograph, confused. My sister was standing beside Daniel in a hotel room, wearing nothing but his shirt. My husband watched my face carefully. “Do you know what this means?” he asked. I couldn't speak. He took a deep breath. “Daniel has been sleeping with your sister for almost a year. He confessed everything to me three days ago.” My stomach turned. Then he said something that made me realize how badly I had misunderstood the situation. “He told me he was going to end things with her. He said he wanted to help me save our marriage.” I started crying. My husband looked at me and asked, “Did you sleep with him while I was away?” I tried to deny it, but the words wouldn't come out. He stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and pulled out a packed suitcase. “I already know, Sarah. Daniel told me everything.” I fell to my knees, begging him to listen. But he wasn't angry anymore. He just looked exhausted. “You know what hurts the most?" he whispered. "I spent months blaming myself for not being enough for you. Meanwhile, the two people I trusted most were making a fool of me.” He picked up his suitcase and walked toward the door. Before leaving, he turned around one last time. “Tomorrow, your sister will call you. Don't ignore her. There's something she needs to tell you.” He left. The following morning, my sister called me, crying uncontrollably. I asked her what was wrong. She took a deep breath and said: “Daniel told me what happened between you two. But that's not why I'm calling.” My heart sank. “Then why?” She whispered six words that changed everything. “I'm pregnant, and Daniel isn't the father.”

Through the window until they finally left. The next morning, I took the suitcase to my older sister, a lawyer. While examining the documents, she found a photograph of me as a little girl standing beside a woman I had never seen before. The woman was supposedly my biological mother, who had died in a plane crash twenty years ago. But the documents revealed that she had left behind a huge inheritance for her only child: me. Someone had been collecting the money in my name, and the account belonged to Vanessa, my former roommate. Then Vanessa called me, sounding terrified. “I didn't steal your money. I was hired to find you, but when I discovered what they were planning, I tried to help you.” Before I could ask anything else, a man shouted in the background. Vanessa screamed, and the call went dead. Three days later, the police found her being held against her will. She explained that she'd discovered my adoptive father had accepted money to hide my identity. After his death, the people behind the scheme continued stealing my inheritance. Months later, the money was recovered, and I was recognised as the rightful heir. But just when I thought everything was over, my lawyer made another discovery. My biological mother's death had never been conclusively confirmed. And someone had accessed her trust just two weeks earlier using her personal identification. What terrified me most was the possibility that my mother was still alive and had been watching me all along.

My husband had hired a private investigator after receiving the warning about Kevin. The investigator had gathered evidence that confirmed the affair. I started crying and begged my husband to let me explain. He stared at me for a long time before asking one question. “Was I working abroad to build a future for us while you were building a relationship with another man?” I had no answer. I tried to explain how lonely I had felt, how everything had started, and how I regretted allowing things to go so far. He listened quietly. Then he stood up, walked into our bedroom, and returned with his suitcase. I grabbed his hand and begged him not to leave. He gently pulled away. “You could have told me you were struggling. You could have asked me to come home. You could have ended our marriage if you were no longer happy. But you chose to look me in the eyes every night and lie to me.” He left that evening to stay with his brother. For weeks, I called him, apologised, and begged for another chance. He eventually agreed to meet me, but he told me he needed time to decide whether our marriage could survive what I had done. Kevin moved out of the neighbourhood shortly afterwards. I was left alone with the consequences of my decisions. I had blamed loneliness for my choices, but deep down, I knew that being lonely hadn't forced me to betray my husband. I had made those decisions, and now I had to face what they had cost me. I started watching porn because I missed my husband. I ended up sleeping with my neighbour, and the man who had sacrificed years of his life to give us a better future discovered my betrayal through a private investigator.

What’s something you wish people would stop pretending they enjoy?

What’s something you believed was normal until you found out most people don't even do it??

Celebrities who almost chose completely different careers: Dwayne Johnson - wanted to play professional football before becoming an actor and wrestler. Tom Brady - pursued professional baseball before focusing entirely on American football. Jennifer Lawrence - reportedly planned to become a doctor before acting took over. Arnold Schwarzenegger - had ambitions beyond bodybuilding, eventually moving into acting and politics. Kanye West - attended art school before becoming a major music artist. Emma Watson - initially wanted to become an actress? Not useful because acting was already her path. Selena Gomez - originally wanted to become an actress.

A day on Venus is longer than a year on Venus. Venus takes about 243 Earth days to complete one rotation on its axis. But it only takes about 225 Earth days to travel once around the Sun. So Venus completes an entire trip around the Sun before it finishes one full rotation. And because Venus rotates extremely slowly, if you somehow stood on its surface, you'd wait longer for one rotation than for Venus to complete its entire orbit. Now Imagine celebrating New Year before your first day is even over.

Somewhere in someone's phone gallery is a photo of you that you don't know exists. You might be standing in the background. Walking past a restaurant. Waiting for a bus. Looking at something in a shop. For a few seconds, you were part of someone else's memory without ever knowing it.

I was walking through a shopping mall when I noticed a guy walking toward me. At first, I didn't think much of it. Then I looked at him again. Same height. Same hairstyle. Same jacket. Even the same shoes. I actually stopped walking because for a second, I thought I was looking at myself in a mirror. He walked past me without saying a word. I turned around to look at him. He was gone. I searched through the crowd for almost a minute, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Then my phone buzzed. I had received a photo from an unknown number. It was a picture of me standing in the mall. And in the background, that same guy was standing behind me.

Something weird happened to me yesterday. I was walking home when I noticed the same man walking behind me for almost 10 minutes. I started getting uncomfortable, so I crossed the road. He crossed too. I stopped at a shop. He stopped. Then he walked up to me and said: “Sorry, I think you dropped this.” He handed me my wallet. I had no idea I had lost it. I thanked him but before I could ask how he knew it was mine, he had already disappeared.p

The internet really changed how we used to remember things. Before smartphones, forgetting someone's phone number actually meant forgetting it. Now we don't need to remember numbers, directions, birthdays, addresses or even facts we could easily search. Our phones have become an external memory system. That's convenient, but it also means we're training our brains to remember where information can be found rather than the information itself. Now the interesting question is whether technology is making us smarter or simply making it less necessary to remember things....