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UEL Group Stage: Qarabağ FK v Arsenal | October 4, 2018 17:55 BST | BT Sport

Which is more soul destroying?


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A_G

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It’s inevitable bro. Football’s like space . . the brightest stars get sucked into the black hole of the big clubs.

You won’t get analogy’s like that on RAWK.
RAWK analogies are class tbf.
 

Lidl_Reed

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RAWK analogies are class tbf.
T''was the night before Chelsea,
And all round the land,
True reds were stirring,
No mightier band!

The scarves were hung by the front door, with care,
With prayers that Istanbul, we would be there.
The Kopites not resting, tossing in bed,
While visions of Glory ran through their heads.

And Ma in her red top, and I in my cap,
Much too restless for a Euro Eve nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and ruby red sash.

The spring sun setting with a red delight glow,
Hinted and promised of the ''morrow we''d know.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a Liver Bird, with disciples at rear!
Whose little old leader so lively, so quick,
I knew in a moment was Shankly, to wit.

And out of his mouth, the legends they came,
And he whistled and shouted as he called them by name.
"Now Paisley, Now Fagan, Now Liddell, Now Scott.
Oh Stubbins and Emlyn, those Kings of the Kop!"

"We are the red men, the Kings of them all!
The Chelsea, The Chelsea, The Chelsea will fall!"
As footsteps that walk while the hurricane flys,
Never alone, under golden skies.

So up to the heavens, the legends they flew,
With arms full of trophies, and Shankly with two!
And then in an instant, I heard on the roof,
The dancing and calling of someone aloof.

As I waved with each hand, my mood of astound,
Then down the chimney Billy Shankly abounds!
Dressed in his bestest, from his head to his foot,
His clothes, all a gleaming, a heavenly cut!

A sack full of medals was flung on his back,
And one blue and empty for what Everton lacked!

His eyes- how they twinkled, his smile so merry,
His cheeks red like roses, off the Merseyside ferry.

He looked happy and gleeful and pleased with himself,
A tear when I saw him, inspite of myself.

A wink of his eye, and a nod of his head,
Soon I was sure I had nothing to dread.

He said not a word, but spoke straight form heaven.
And emptied his stocking : medals, Euro, Eleven!

And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod up the chimney he rose.

He called to the legends, to his team gave a whistle,
And gone this Scot rose, though man made of thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he rose out of sight,
"The Chelsea will fall! For all reds- a good night!".
 
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