A big pint of beer and a plate of fried fish, please.
The cruelest thing in this world is when you've tried your best, only to find it was all in vain.
Gerrard sighed deeply.
He had read a saying, sometimes you have to try to make peace with your mediocre self.
Thinking of this made his smile even more bitter.
He had come all the way through thick and thin.
To become the captain of a club like Liverpool, he had to admit to himself that he was a mediocre player.
It's damn frustrating!
"Jose, should we make a substitution?"
Boas walked to the sidelines and asked.
Mourinho turned back, curled his right index and middle fingers towards Higuain.
Higuain silently clenched his fist, quickly released it, and took off his training jacket.
One day.
He would tell these bastard coaches that Gonzalo Higuain hates being pointed at with fingers the most!
The game started to go out of control.
With a big score deficit, Liverpool players became more aggressive.
