If you are not on a team, become madrid and you will be happier. exclusive. It is the disinterested advice (sic) of the media minstrel that covers and magnifies all the deeds and exploits of the Super League president. In this line from concerned cooperation to the color with which one must always cooperate, the most read newspaper in this country, on the front page, also travels through the municipality. Another, of course, uninterested. On target, Kylian Mbappe. Next to it, on a large scale, a transvestite suggestion of a step-by-step plan: “If you want to be champion, You know what to do”. Without anesthesia. If you’re not on a team, join Madrid and you’ll be happier. And if you have a team, even a current contract, exactly the same: join Madrid and you will be happier, because that is where the Champions League is indeed won.
kylian mbappe, with which the media terminals punished this country with a turra heading for five years, you already know what to do if you want to win the Champions League and be happy. It has a crumb that Madrid speakers and presidential lackeys insist, by land, sea and air, to convince Mbappé that the only way to say ‘yes’ to the team is that no one can say ‘no’ . First, because Mbappé used the team that supports his company. Second, because the Parisian, who we were told was born to play for Madrid, had the bad taste or the courage to commit an unacceptable crime in this country, publicly laughing at the team that no one can laugh at . And third, because it’s pathetic that those who made the most terrifying mockery in sports journalism history (by assuring that he was tied up, locked up, booked, and had a date and time for his presentation) are the same ones who are now advise Mbappé on what to do to be happy.
To the satellites of’Your Florentinenesstheir libido skyrockets mbappe. They live committed to a purpose, to the holy grail of the president. Hence its permanent campaign and its unbearable embers. They don’t care that Mbappé laughed at Madrid. They don’t care that Real Madrid no longer wants a man who left them behind. And they don’t care if they had to eat a thousand blankets and a hundred gatherings. They keep doing their thing. From the sweaty”do not worry”, going through the rough “Florentine, to look at”, until it is in the bold “tic-tac”. Impervious to discouragement. Champions remain. Neurons, no. And of course because they’re worried about Kylian’s happiness. No one can be happy to win the Champions League with the team from their city. So nobody is happy. And how can it be? Well, discovering the garlic soup:”If you want to win the Champions League, you already know what you have to do”. If you don’t have a team, you have to go to Madrid to be happy. And if you have a team, Mbappé, even if you have a contract, you also have to go to Madrid Nobody can be happy if they don’t play in the dream factory of Florentine ‘“Willie Wonka” perez. When in doubt journalism. Like “Full Pantomime”. In their mind, it’s spectacular.
Reuben Uria
Source: Goal