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- Dec 11, 2015
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When the chips are down, when you are lying face down on the canvas, that is when you see what you are made of.
I watch every minute to see the real heart of this club. I am so sorry to say that all I see anymore is a dead black husk of what was once a beating engine of joy. I see no more fight, I see no more desire.
At this stage, all I am looking for is any signs of a resurrection.
I watch every minute to see the real heart of this club. I am so sorry to say that all I see anymore is a dead black husk of what was once a beating engine of joy. I see no more fight, I see no more desire.
At this stage, all I am looking for is any signs of a resurrection.