Okay well, I have nothing stimulating to say, just these words from my heart.
And so, half time is here
And he faces
Humiliation
Outclassed, out-thought, out-passed...
A laughing stock, of every nation
I hoped, for weeks and weeks.
I didn't think, De Gea could spoil it...
But now, my effing hopes
Well
They're down the toilet.
I feel so sick
I feel so sad
I can't believe you play so bad
Oh how can I get over this
His whole reputation
Will take the piss!
Now get on Roma's pitch!
You... you shallow prick!
And make this your day!
Forget about what the haters say!
This is how I cope with him leaving us.
This is how.
Well, this and buying 2 new Barca jersey's with his name on it, wishful thinking.