I swear I’ll become allergic to Real Madrid and their fucking luck one day.
i either read for 4 hours straight or dont read for 4 months there is no in between
[pr. #992484398, important]
OUR LORD AND SAVIOR, THE ONE THAT WATCHES OVER US, THE ONE THAT ALWAYS RESCUES US, THE ONE THAT KEEPS THE HEADS HELD HIGH AND THE MOTIVATION PUMPING THROUGH EVERYONE’S VEINS, IT’S THE BIGGEST CHALLENGE YOU’VE FACED YET. WE HAVE A FEW WORDS TO SAY/REQUEST:
Thy reflexes must be on point, thy fingers must be quicker than a bullet, thy feet must be more accurate than Germans being on time, thy head must be on the highest cloud whilst thy feet must be deep in the ground. Thy team must believe, must fight, must show spirit.
We are the champions of Europe, we can’t leave it to a stop here. We’ve gone through too much and spilled our blood and veins on the pitch for far too long to let it slip now. Thy heads haven’t been in the right mindset for a month. You must combine the mind and the body, you must become Bayern again, you must win.
We ask of you beautiful (stupid), inspirational (disappointing), fighting (unworthy of our cries) selves to step on that legendary pitch tonight and to pour your hearts out. If there’s one club in the world that can show brilliance in football, in spirit and in show, it’s YOU and you musn’t forget that. YOU MUST SOOTHE YOUR WAYS, EASE YOUR PATH, LESSEN YOUR WORRIES FOR THE NEXT LEG AND WITH GOD’S WILL AND GRACE AS WELL AS YOUR FOOTBALL, TO LISBON AND TO THE FINAL WHERE YOU KNOW YOUR PLACE IS, WHERE YOU BELONG.
You’re bred to be winners, you’re made to kiss trophies, you’re in the pedigree of European football. Thy manager can be a hardheaded dickhead but he’s right about one thing: you’re one of the most (if not the most) intelligent players in the world with a heart full of football and a mind set for technique and skill that’s beyond this world.
You’re fucking Bayern Munich. You haven’t got superstars on that squad, you’ve got stars. You haven’t got 1 or 2 statistical, egoistical, magnificent football geniuses, you’ve got a bunch, you’ve got 22 brilliant little stars that can lift up a stadium and wow a crowd. YOU’VE GOT EVERYTHING THAT MAKES A TEAM WORTH LOVING, A TEAM WORTH CRYING FOR, A TEAM WORTH TO LIVE FOR.
I here by ask the football gods, our lord and savior, our dumb pillocks, our stubborn man in charge and everyone in between, we ask this day to be filled with screams of joy, with spraying of beer, with happiness and celebration for a win that you owned, that you deserved. I ASK OF THE FOOTBALL GODS TO GRACE US FOR THE FALLS THAT WE’VE TAKEN, TO GIVE US A SPARK THAT WE’VE BEEN MISSING, TO GIVE US THAT LITTLE SPECIAL SOMETHING THAT WE KNOW MAKES US UNIQUE AND THE GREATEST CLUB IN THE WORLD.
You musn’t let your past get to you. You’ve been shitheads for the past month, you haven’t contributed anything but disappointment and you haven’t had the heart. But we ask of you that this turns around.
- We ask of the beautiful, graceful, strong lord and savior to show up tonight.
- We ask of the beautiful, tiny, quick captain to mark his ground.
- We ask of the legendary, willful, mighty vice captain to stand his territory.
- We ask of the wingers, the fullbacks, the midfielders, the strikers and everyone in between to present us with as much courage, spirit, a will to fight. And a show for winning.
Because that’s what all of you are and don’t you fucking forget it beauties. If you can’t beat the best then you can’t be the best. If you can’t be the best then you can’t beat the best.
We’ve been the rulers of football for the past year and it’s time we stamp that spot to its second year. There’s a few teams in the world that could win the treble and you have, there’s a few teams in the world that could win against as many European opponents and with such ease and you have, there’s a few teams in the world that could be as broken and beaten down to have the motivation and the wish to bring it back to yourselves and to the fans, to the club the next year and you have.
You, my stupid, beautiful shitheads have a legendary team on your hands. You’ve got a presence you musn’t let pass by, you’ve got a wonder of a story and you’ve got one heck of a football style on that grass. BRING IT ON, PUT OUT EVERY SINGLE SPARK OF BEING YOU HAVE IN YOU AND LEAVE IT ON THAT PITCH.
"Only the ones that have a winning mentality will win any game at any time." and don’t you fucking forget it.
Bring the zoera, bring the football, bring the tiki taka, bring the Jupp tactics, bring the brains and brawn together, bring Bayern Munich to the stadium and don’t for a second fucking forget your importance and your meaning to this club.
THE PRAYER HAS BEEN SAID, THE FOOTBALL GODS HAVE BEEN SUMMONED, OUR LORD AND SAVIOR HAS BEEN ASKED, OUR BAND OF PILLOCKS WAS REQUESTED. DO IT FOR THE FANS, DO IT FOR YOURSELVES, DO IT FOR YOUR COACH, DO IT FOR ULI.
our heynckes who art in munich hallowed be ur name
ur kingdom come
ur will be done away as it is at allianz
give us this day our daily victory
and forgive us our sass as we forgive those who get their asses kicked by us
and lead us not into tiki taka but deliver us from injuries
for urs is the kingdom
and the treble and the glory
for ever and ever mia san mia