Again, where we were completely humiliated and owned. It takes a full blown retard or an individual drowning in a sea of delusion to not realize that. I celebrate wins, not runners up medals. Time to get back to your 2 liter bottle of diet coke; it craves your presence, as most inanimate objects do.
You're desire for selfloating has been so deprived at this club. Mercato's excellent, silverware excellent. Nothing to complain and bitch about, except that loss in the final.
Soon, we'll win that final, and you'll be sitting here, mad as fuck, cause the goal we scored wasent worthy of your pleasing.
7 years ago, everyone was joining into the bashing of the great man and this team
Today, i barely need to defend anything. You are still in that need for irrational bitching. And you are, very alone.
Your isolated whining, pleases me greatly
