Let us make our final stand here, r. Back to back, we shall give and expect no quarter. Choking on our own blood, we shall die like gentlemen.Originally Posted by redgunamo
Here. Take my hand.
Let us make our final stand here, r. Back to back, we shall give and expect no quarter. Choking on our own blood, we shall die like gentlemen.
Here. Take my hand.
Zum letzten Mal wird Sturmalarm geblasen; zum Kampfe steh'n wir alle schon bereit!
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
That's easy for you to say.
Rather like your mum.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
Dying for the cause is one thing, r. Blasen is quite another.
May as well enjoy it, is perhaps the thinking there.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
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