The last five league games are here, time to do the math. I prefer not to remember the most recent seasons. It was a disastrous culmination, with a bitter aftertaste. In the last four, no less than 5 wins and 13 losses in those final 20 games. To not drop.
They are numbers to go down to 2nd. How to dream of Europe. Three, at home. Come on guys.
There is no crime or theft, they say, but it smells worse than Hamlet’s Denmark. You hear their dialogues and your hair stands on end. I was speechless, as after trying to read Plato’s Dialogues on the immortality of the soul. Same, same.
What people are from bussines! Stick up, stick down. And the rest of the 1st clubs, silent. ufff. Poor ‘Torete’, for two na cars.
