That shit is as close to Godliness as one can get. Two "strapping" Mandingka warriors prowling the midfield, harrying the ball like lions in the Savannah devouring a gazelle; or like going to de hiphop clubs, like WIP in NYC, on a saturdy night and seeing de brothas like Jamal have a pair petite sorority sisters "Candice" and "Britney" stradled on either lap. The lions are led by an an Incan god of war, he of the mohawk and spiderman tattoos, Illapa made flesh, an unrelenting whirlwind of hard tackling, ball winning, goal scorring, marchisio benching fury. Nothing in Europe can stand before that.