Pissed thoughts on Nuno
I am currently having to reconcile two things in my mind:
Nuno gave me great times, great vibes and happiness. And boy, could he dive off the top board without making even a splash in a swimming pool, the god that he was.
Nuno threw himself, and to an extent, the while club under the bus. We'd just beaten Brentford 3-1, looking like we could move to more progressive football, but he had to fuck it all in the bin because he was above working with someone he disliked. AND because we're didn't buy Adams fucking Traore. He engineered his payout and fucked because he didn't like his boss.
SO... I love him but also fuck him, fuck him into the Championship.
How do I reconcile these thoughts and which is ultimately the correct path in life?
(Adama Traore, what the fuck was he thinking?)