Hold nothing back, Bombers. Let's show these twats how crazy the sim can be and smash out a 20 goal victory.Game Day bitches. Furies, prepare for an almighty stoush..
To my Bomber brethren. We see the yellow and black flags of the enemy approaching. We hear the songs that their supporters will chant in their s**t hole of a stadium. Soon now, we will meet them face-to-face. I am resolved, in the midst and heat of this Qootball battle, to give my all towards victory or leave nothing in the tank trying.
While we stand together no Fury shall pass. Let them come with all they have, they will not pass! And when this day of battle is ended, our victorious songs spilling from our lips, we will step on the carcass of the tiger and prepare for a night of song, drink and dozens of Yemeni street whores.
I have your number, Tigerturbulance and you are a marked man.