I don't know what to say really. this year has started and we cant get a fuckin win.. and this time, either, we heal as a team, or we're gonna crumble. yard by yard, play by play. Until we're finished.
We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And, we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell... one yard at a time. Now I can't do it for ya, I'm fucken old cunt. I look around, I see these faggots and I think, I mean, I've made every wrong choice a middle-aged faggot can make. I, uh, I've trolled everyone Ive ever known, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's ever loved me. And lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror.
You know, when you get old like I4E, in life, things get taken from you. I mean, that's... that's... that's a part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin' stuff. You find out life's this game of inches, so is football. Because in either game - life or football - the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of the game, every minute, every second.
On this team we fight for that inch. On this team we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch!!
Because we know when add up all those inches, that's gonna make the fucking difference between Serie A and Serie B! Between nobility and shameless. Between Guarin and Vicinic!! I'll tell you this, in any fight it's the guy whose willing to die whose gonna win that inch. And I know, if I'm gonna have any life anymore it's because Thohir is gona fire Branca by the end of this year, because that's what living is!! the six inches in front of your face!!
Fight and you may die. Run and you’ll live…. at least a while. And, dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, JUST ONE CHANCE, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take our GAURIN!!!!!!
Now I can't make you do it. You've got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think ya going to see a faggot wearing a funny hate no just ignore that faggot, I mean look at Handa or Palacio who will go that inch with you. Your gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it your gonna do the same for him. That's a team, gentlemen, and either, we heal, now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That's football guys, that's all it is. Now, what are you gonna do?????
LET`S DO IT FOR THE GOLDEN OLD TIMES SAKE!!
If we lost this game with more than 3 goals, I request for an auto permanent ban. Thank you.