I had a sudden urge to wake up in the middle of the night.
Woken, with my drowsy 3:00AM eyes I was blinded by the light reflected by my screen, but there was something else that truly fecked my retinas and made me question my vision.
It was Paul motherfecking Pogba and his sweet embrace, his delicious nectar. I kept the faith all window muppets, we believed, some doubted us, called us crazy. Who would join a Europa league team, they said. Paul motherfecking Pogba will, that's who. We started from the middle now we are still there but with Pogba.
Vision impaired, arms sphagetti, hurry up an announce Pogba.
Thank you