Clapsteel O'Neal
put a red dot on your head like a hindu
I cant breathe
Wait, undertaker lost

At wrestlemania?




I cant breathe
never forget no matter how much Liverpool fans try to make us forget
All I want is a new manager and black excellence. I want at least 6 black players in this summer.
Arteta is done and should be sold this summer, even if its for some lifestyle condoms. Its just funny how this season has fallen apart. You can blame injuries and no squad depth, but why do we keep having injuries an no squad depth? Exactly.
And the nerve of Wumger to blame the players for their injuries. When I read the quote, I almost felt like @Gandolpiffini every Sunday.
The presence of a mole at Real Madrid worried Mourinho so much that between 2011 and 2012 he ordered two sweeps of the hotel where the team stayed to search for hidden microphones. The investigations were unsuccessful. The Sheraton Mirasierra was apparently clean.
The control of information was another thing that deeply exercised Mourinho; he assigned a group of people to carry out a daily analysis of everything that the media said about him. Every morning Mourinho received a package containing the summary. His day began at 8am in his office at Valdebebas, studying videos, articles and broadcasts. He realised that he and his colleagues were not the only sources of the content, and that certain things that were being published did not exactly project an image of infallibility.
He began to suspect that there were leaks in his organisation. The proximity of the Clásico ramped up his sense of suspicion. According to club sources, the growing fear of leaks made Mourinho ask the directors to set up a study of the phone records of players and club employees. Some players were warned about this informally, as it was in their interest to be careful about whom they spoke to on their mobiles. The secrecy, however, did not prevent the boss’s intentions becoming widely known. In fact they were obvious in every training session.
At 5pm on 16 April 2011, shortly before Madrid’s home league match against Barcelona, the newspaper Marca reported in its online edition that Madrid would play Pepe in midfield, along with Khedira and Alonso. The team selection was unprecedented: Casillas, Ramos, Albiol, Carvalho, Marcelo, Pepe, Khedira, Alonso, Di María, Ronaldo and Benzema.
The 1-1 draw did not help the home team’s title chances but the crowd applauded their team off with a certain relief, Barça’s last couple of visits having ended with scores of 0–2 and 2–6, and filed out of the stadium reasonably content. Not so Mourinho.
He waited for the team in the dressing room before issuing a torrent of accusations and insults that distorted his face until he began to sob loudly: “You’re traitors. I asked you not to speak with anyone about the team selection but you’ve betrayed me. It shows that you’re not on my side. You’re sons of bytches.
“The only friend I have in this dressing room is Granero . . . and I’m not even sure that I can trust him any more. You’ve left me all on my own. You’re the most treacherous squad I’ve had in my life. Nothing more than sons of bytches.”
Casillas did not wait for the outburst to finish. He pretended that nothing was happening, turned around and went to the shower; he was not the only one who ignored the commotion. But Mourinho was filled with such intense emotion that he grabbed a can of Red Bull and hurled it against the wall. It exploded and drops of the sugary energy drink ran down the faces of those nearest to him.
Squatting on the ground — some say he was kneeling — he rattled off a further series of insults, then, getting up, he wiped the tears from his face and announced that he was going to speak with Pérez [Real’s president] and Sánchez [a director] because they would be able to find the mole. He promised reprisals and also made an analogy between martial law and football: “If I’m in Vietnam and I see you laugh at a mate, I’d grab a gun with my own hands and kill you. Now it’s you yourselves who have to look for the one that leaked the line-up.”
For everyone present it was difficult to work out if what they had seen was a real loss of emotional control or a piece of spontaneous theatre. By improvisation or calculation, Mourinho had ensured that everyone had been on edge. The team had been emotionally stirred up and he had adjusted the final details of his grand tactical plan. All his work, all his energy, the planning of more than nine months, were now focused on one goal: to reach a state of ecstasy in the final of the Copa del Rey in Valencia on 20 April.
The days were filled with impassioned talk until finally 20 April arrived. He talked about politics, about nationalism, about the inexorable division between the Castilian and Catalan peoples. He told the players that they had nothing in common with Barça. He knew, he said, because he had lived in Barcelona for many years, and was well aware of the local culture and the education that Catalan children receive. He explained that people like Puyol, Busquets, Xavi and Piqué had been taught from childhood to distance themselves from Spaniards such as Casillas, Ramos and Arbeloa.
He insisted that his players were wrong if they thought they had made friendships with the Barça players over their years together in the Spanish national team. The Barça players were not their friends because they took advantage of this supposed friendship by betraying the Madrid players, trying to snatch their prestige from them through their manipulation of the press.
They, the Madrid players, were not to participate in this charade any more. They must accept their role as bad guys and should refuse to acknowledge their rivals. Mourinho warned his players that if he saw any of them shaking hands outside of the formalities of the game they would be turning their backs on him — and on their team-mates. Anyone making any such friendly gesture towards the opposition ran the risk of becoming something very much like a traitor.
Wait, undertaker lost
At wrestlemania?
they couldn't just let the streak be
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yeah, Im watching Dortmund crash, burn and die this season and I see way too many Arsene flashbacks. Im good. Martinez or no one else.But then admits he played Ramsey too much but he had to because of formThe injuries upset me most, that happens every year. Tactically, he hasn't been shown up like this ever, partly due to the injuries but they make very little adjustments. Wenger was
since the Liverpool match. Apart me of thinks this more about the antiquated fitness program than tactics breh because we were playing well for 6-7 months, even though 4 players really carried us.
Arteta is a future coach at Arsenal, him, Podolski and Giroud are the only ones to not get new contracts in the last two years...
I want Martinez breh. Simeone too racist for me. Klopp runs his players into the ground as well but no one talks about that.
You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain
don't let it get you down. my dad saw willie mays trip and fall in the outfield in 1973![]()
of course that was in a world series that went to 7 games
seriously tho, 4th place and FA Cup is a pretty successful season
Wait, undertaker lost
At wrestlemania?
they couldn't just let the streak be
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I stopped watching wrestling years ago after the attitude era but i still watch WM yearly and most times royal rumbleSaw WM today, fantastic stuff. Its the stuff modern sports wishes it could be. All the stories fit to print without the actual bullshyt of a certain team winning ruining the NARRATIVE.
If the Premier League could manipulate all outcomes, it would. Seeing as all commentators don't even care about the games but only the GREAT ADVERT FOR THE PREMIER LEAGUE!
and ESPN and stupid fans in general.
That's why I have no problem with wrestling. It's purer. That's why Iwatch Wrestlemania each year, certain other PPVs if there's nothing going on, and why I will watch Raw tonight.