-The Official Club of Europa League>Champions League Gathering-

As I awoke in the nascent stage of the morning, laced with the smell of my phermone amalgamated with that distinct smell of from the Air Conditioner, it presented a brief conundrum within myself.

Today as we know is "Valentines Day", a day in which all Beta Males and romantic neophytes hope to pray upon single most easiest day to satisfy their carnal desires thus producing their pre-meditated coition on their female counterparts. In the midst of the action of my morning vivication felt a pang of disgust within myself in sacrificing my inner principles just to satiate my corporeal thirst, just for an easy pickings of copulation with the women, equally hopeful for Valentines' justice. What principles? What caused the lingering disgust that I feel now? It is because today is the day where 32 teams of players will arise with me and lay the flattering unction to one's soul of plying their trade in the humble pastures of a Europa League grass. They will arise with me and calmly dispense of their bodily amours and romantic passions to harvest upon their inner Europa Leagualite. They will arise with me and will reinvigorate the hibernating enterprise, of lifting the very economical and unassuming Europa League Trophy above their apex, like I do when I find the last portion of Nutella within the depths of its near dispensed container. They will arise, simply because it is paramount to honour the most pre-eminent tourney in the history of Association Futbol.

We will see the downtrodden Chelsea unearth their self-effacing beginnings and apprehend what they were missing all along. They will comprehend the terminal consequences of abandoning their modest beginnings for the poisoned chalice of the Champions League. We will observe Liverpool encounter a struggle a battle beyond the thrust of a ball and clash with the racially prejudiced Zenit St. Petersburg devotees. We will witness the formerly elite Ajax, come to terms with their aptitude in facing Romanian Champions and Europa League Veterans, Steau Bucharest. We will perceive how the Real Madrid of Europa League, Atletico Madrid flex their war torn sway versus the Russians from the other side of Russia, Rubin Kazan. We will behold Lucien Favre’s skirmish in opposition to the Kloseless Fascist regime, SS Nazio in good old North Rhine. We will see the pride and joy of Europa League, Metallist Kharkiv, snide in contemptuous pleasure in Europa League proletarians, Newcastle United in the Sports Direct Arena. We also will scrutinize upon Hugo Lloris on how he will act upon against the club that raised him into his current prominence.

It is one of many of the glorious encounters within this venerated tourney that composes us to grasp the concept of choice. Through this abundance we will learn the superiority of this confederation, as opposed to the provisional pleasure of a mainstream day dedicated to societal castoffs and approval seeking automatons who would sacrifice the privilege and concession to fulfill their salacious aspiration for the womanly return of touch. Gather round Europa Leaguealites, tonight is the day where priority , precedence and passion reign over our hypothalamus and we will experience of a feast of some really really shitty football.

Surag wrote:#Bundesliga in Decline

rwo power wrote:

Surag wrote:#Bundesliga in Decline

The ties are not over yet

(Although, if Basel go through, I'll be happy anyway )

Great Leader Sprucenuce wrote:Surag and Messiah predicting the Metalist and Newcastle game will go to Penalties

The xcx wrote:Hatin on your own kind are we? Shola is a club legend ffs