As they showed all season that they could lock down the opposition, Europe was United's to win. Savor the flavor, fuckheads.
Chelski...so unreliable.
I suppose it was easier to take because the poof missed his spot kick and didn't even have the character to go celebrate with his teammates. Instead, he rolled around on the pitch, in a crying fit that would shame a schoolgirl.
You'll never convince me that this punk isn't a fudgepacker. He looks like the type that would let a chic strap one on.
Let's see if this works...further proof of what a disgusting player this douchebag is.
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