Fucking Valencia. They're so retarded, all of them, but I can't look away.
SUP SKINNY JEANS
Okay, no, seriously, I mock but I'm really in denial because this club stabs me in the heart and I shouldn't even bother anymore but yet here I am.
I'm not going to get into how Emery reminds me of Quique when he first became the manager of this clusterfuck club, but he does and I desperately want him to succeed where Quique couldn't.
Sigh.