Statistically, Cabo Verde wasn’t supposed to be here.
And yet… here they are.
The World Cup always gives us one story we’ll never forget. 🇨🇻⚽
Somewhere in Cabo Verde, kids who never thought they’d see their flag in a World Cup knockout match are getting ready to watch their country face Argentina.
Now an entire nation gets to dream for 90 more minutes.
Summary → Deaf & Mute & Blind with Bellingham's brothers
warnings → Curses
A/N → Hope you like it 💖 English is not my first language, so I apolofize for any grammatical mistakes, I translated it using google translate
“Hi everyone! Welcome to my channel where your brain cells are going to disappear today!” you started while looking at the camera and fixing the frame
“Today I’m here with a duo that needs no introduction. Two boys who know how to kick a football but have no idea how to use a microwave. Jude and Jobe Bellingham! Give them a round of applause woooohoo!”
The camera showed the brothers and Jude gave his iconic big smile while Jobe immediately waved his hand
“Hey excuse me! I can make toast” Jobe complained
“Yeah a burnt toast” Jude added pushing him with his elbow
“Today we’re doing the ‘Blind, Deaf, Mute Challenge” you explained taking out the props
“The rules are simple. One of us can’t see, one can’t hear, and one can’t speak. We have to make… wait for it… pancakes with fruit and whipped cream! If we burn the kitchen down my mum is going to kill us. And now, let’s draw the roles!”
After a short fight over the bowl with the pieces of paper, the roles were chosen
Jude: Blind
Jobe: Deaf
You: Mute
“Why am I blind?!” Jude asked as you tied the blindfold around his eyes. “I have the best eyesight out of all of us! Jobe, tell her!”Jobe just stared straight ahead humPming quietly and completely cut off from the world because of his headphones
“Okay let’s start” you mumbled through the tape which sounded more like “Mmm-mmm-mmm”
Your plan was simple: you knew the recipe so you would guide Jude’s hands, while Jobe would be the muscle.
However reality destroyed that plan in about three seconds.
You grabbed Jude by the shoulders and pushed him towards the counter where the flour was. Jude, walking around blindly started touching the air in front of him like a zombie
“Am I touching flour or someone’s face?” Jude asked as his finger went straight into your nose.
You took his hand and placed it on the bag of flour then you showed Jobe with your hands that you wanted him to give you the bowl.
Jobe looked at you and slowly blinked.
You made a bowl shape with your hands and pretended to pour something into it
“AH!” Jobe shouted as loudly as he could because he couldn’t control his volume with the headphones on. “Do you want me to dance?”
You grabbed your head.
„Jobe, idioto, przestań krzyczeć! Słyszę cię na własne uszy!”. Jude krzyknął w ścianę, bo nie miał pojęcia, gdzie jest Jobe.
In the end you took the bowl yourself and placed it in front of Jude and you put a glass in his hand. Your job was to control how much flour he put in but unfortunately, Jude decided that he knew better.
He swung his hand and instead of putting the flour into the glass he poured half of the bag straight onto the counter and all over your black shirt.
You made an angry sound through the tape “MMMM-MMMM!”
“Ooo I’m sorry shorty. Did something go wrong?” Jude teased trying to hug you with his flour-covered hands.
Jobe finally noticed that you were standing in a cloud of white flour so he decided to help. He grabbed the carton of milk and without warning started pouring it into the bowl from a height of about one meter.
Since Jude was holding the bowl the cold milk splashed all over his hands “what's that- oh you little idiot!” Jude shouted.
You made it clear to him with his hands that he had to crack an egg against the edge of the bowl
“Okay, I can feel it. I’m good at this. Control over the ball, control over the egg” Jude muttered. He hit the egg against the bowl. First too softly then he hit it a second time this time much harder so the egg exploded in his hand. Pieces of shell, yolk and egg white ran down his fingers.
Jobe watched everything from the side and held his stomach because he was laughing so hard.
You stood there with your head down, shaking with laughter and with tears running down your face.
Jude stood there with his hand covered in egg. He still had the blindfold over his eyes and a completely serious expression on his face “I think the consistency is perfect. Let’s fry it”
After another ten minutes of complete chaos you had to physically pull Jude away from the hot pan because he was trying to touch it with his finger to check if it was “working yet”
Finally, the pancake landed on the plate.
It didn’t look like a pancake, it looked like a battlefield. It was thick, a little burnt on one side and very runny on the other.
It was covered with a huge crooked mountain of whipped cream that Jobe had squeezed from half a meter away
You ripped the tape off your mouth hissing in pain “Ow! Okay boys torture is over”
You took the blindfold off Jude while Jobe took off his headphones, breathing heavily from laughing so much. The three of you looked at the work of culinary art on the plate and then at the kitchen, which looked like it had been hit by a flour tornado
“So, what do you think?” Jude asked wiping the rest of the egg from his hands “Does it look like it came from a restaurant?”
“Yes. A restaurant that is about to be closed by the health inspector” you laughed but then you immediately leaned against Jude and pulled Jobe into a hug with your other arm “You two are the worst helpers in the world. But I still love you”
“We love you too, boss” Jobe said kissing the top of your head “And now Jude has to eat it because it’s his fault”
“What?! Why me?!” Jude complained “Jobe poured a ton of milk into it and barely did anything!”
The camera kept recording as all three of you covered in flour, milk and whipped cream started arguing about who had to clean the kitchen finally ending with a group photo on Instagram
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The camera was once again standing steadily on the tripod.
The kitchen in the background was sparkling clean, although there was still a small piece of batter stuck to the ceiling lamp.
The three of you were sitting next to each other at the table. Jude had already showered, Jobe had changed his shirt and you were wearing a simple short top.
In front of you was the same unfortunate, crooked pancake “Okay everyone” you started while looking straight into the camera “The kitchen survived, we survived, although the Bellingham family relationship was seriously tested. Now! it’s time for the final taste test. So... who is brave enough to try it first?”
You and Jobe immediately pointed at Jude
“Why is it always me?!” Jude complained holding his head “I was blind! I’m the victim here!”
“You were the chef, so take the fork and stop complaining” Jobe laughed pushing him with his shoulder.
Jude sighed dramatically and looked into the camera with the face of a suffering hero. He cut a piece of pancake and put a huge amount of whipped cream on it to hide any possible burnt taste then he put it in his mouth
You and Jobe froze staring at him while Jude slowly chewed. At first, his face showed nothing then he narrowed his eyes
Finally a look of real shock appeared on his face “Wait…” Jude said swallowing. “This is… actually good?”
“Don’t lie for views Jude” you laughed
“I swear!” Jude said excitedly. He cut another piece and put it straight into Jobe’s mouth
“Jobe, try it!”Jobe chewed and his eyes widened
Suddenly, both brothers started attacking the plate like they hadn’t eaten in a week “Oh, bro, it tastes like a waffle, just… very flat” Jobe said with his mouth full
“Because you two put a ton of baking powder in it, idiots!” you laughed shaking your head
“Okay, leave some for me!” You squeezed yourself between them
Jude immediately put his arm around you almost choking you with the hug, while trying to feed you the last piece while Jobe started making stupid faces at the camera and gave it a thumbs-up
“That was the most chaotic video in the history of this channel” you said to the camera while Jude shamelessly licked the last bits of whipped cream from the plate
“If you want to see these two trying to build IKEA furniture without instructions, give this video a like and subscribe!”
“And comment that Jobe can’t cook!” Jude shouted
“Shut up, Jude!” Jobe shouted back
“See you in the next video bye!” all three of you shouted, waving at the camera.
La maldición gaucha es tan real, alemania hasn't seen happiness since that stupid joke, ojalá los indios, los gauchos y los sudakas los sigamos garchando hasta el fin de los tiempos
