This is it. The last mile. The Apocalypse. The End of Days. The end of your life, Juve.
Last night I had a vision. I saw fire in the sky. I saw 3 white horsemen riding a white horse, FOR all 4 of them were the Conquerors. How beautiful and mighty they were, riding the fiery sky.
They were coming for you, Juve, for the great day of their wrath has come. And who can withstand it? Not you.
Modric.
Marcelo.
Ronaldo CR7.
All 3, riding Ramos, scorching the city of Turin for all to see, as a neverending horn resonates in the sky for all to hear:
TSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
>*whisper in your ear*: You are not ready.
As this mortal realm is engulfed by the flames, you will suffer a thousand deaths as we brave customers will rejoice in the heavens.
>*whisper in your ear*: Now you will taste true power!
BY THE FIRE YOU WILL BE PURGED OLD WOMAN, AND FOREVER YOU WILL REMEMBER THE NAME OF EL REAL MADRID CLUB DE FUTBOL
*calm down immediately and put hair back in place* Aha... I got carried away again.
*knee to your level* Do you understand, Juve? We will break you. Tear you apart. No words of this world could hope to describe the butchery that will occur this Saturday at Cardiff. For the sake of your soul, I implore you to step down. I'm no cruel man..
But if you try to oppose our will.... if you resist, Juve... we will end you.
Consider my offer, Juve... But be aware... my patience is... limited.