rat boy, you don't have a driver's license

ousmanedembele -> mosalahd

mosalahd -> ousmanedembele

such an interesting narrative happening with the portugal team. you have a genuinely talented squad with a lot of depth and potential but they will never be allowed to fully grow into it as long as that man is there because to put the needs of yourself or the team's above his is tantamount to sacrilege. even though everyone knows in their hearts his prime is a distant memory, the illusion must be maintained and sustained by making every other player work twice as hard but stop right at the moment of it paying off. they could go further but they can't go further and it's all because of him and his ego and the circus that surrounds it. it's all very emperor's new clothes

Lads, it's hot.

chebra, karšta.

Jungs, es is heiß.

Chábři, je vedro.

Gasten, het is warm

ρε μαλάκες, έχει ζέστη

Jongens, het is heet.

Lüüt, es isch heiss.

Les gars, il fait chaud

Lads, It’s gye warem i’day!

Lüüd, dat is heet

Kutid, palav on.

Момци, жешко е.

Ziomusie, jest kurwa gorąco.

Băieți, e cald.

grabbar, det är varmt.

torn between my love for mo and my love for dembouz i keep wanting to switch urls

my notifs blowing up w dembélé goals i gotta do it