Originally Posted by
Steveo
Agreed - a very accurate description of the situation, despite what comes across as a little thinly veiled
jealousy.
Dick-swinging toilet talk tends to betray an underlying concern.
Sincerely, no.
Maybe it's how I've been brought up, or how I naturally am as a person in terms of enjoying the journey/process as much as the result in my hobbies, or my meritocratic leanings, or appreciating intelligence, or hearing tales of "heroic defeats" of the Irish/Scots - but Real Madrid don't impress me much.
They're the guy with the sharp suit who works in pharmaceuticals because Daddy got them a job in the company. They're the 14-stone fella at school who has been boxing for 6 years and only beat up kids half their size, never having the balls to risk taking on someone of equal physical stature in the year above. They're the lad who holds onto their miserable girlfriend via a string of necklaces and expensive holidays, as they're incapable of reading what the books she's into so as to get her a touching gift.
They're big, but they're not clever. They're surface-level confident, but secretly very insecure. They don't know what it is to be the little guy, to be backed into a corner by four thugs and to scrape and grind their way out of a difficult situation. They might have more trophies, but none will have been as satisfying as ours - Real Madrid will never, ever know the feelings our fanbase would have went through in the semi-final of 04/05, taking on a seemingly unstoppable force. They'll always be the Dragon, never the intelligent Knight who has been sneaking into the Cave for weeks to figure out when it sleeps, or where the chinks in the armour are.
They're one of a number of shit-stains within world football and we are mothafuckin' Toilet Duck.
Your hobbies are rollerblading and you're also a bit of a rat-hound? Steel Wool
Sid knows he's crazy and he likes it. Balinkay
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