All truth passes through three stages.

First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as self-evident.

When everyone else refused to confront the truth about the Real Madrid manager staring them dead in the eyes, some of us spoke it and brought it to you. But like sheep incapable of independent thought, you repaid the voices willing to pierce through your delusions with insults.

You see no world, no logic, no reason beyond the glitter of silverware. And that very shine has blinded you. Blinded you to the rot unfolding before your eyes every single week, as you sat there like a fucking cuck, clinging to trophies while the dignity of this great institution was dragged through the dirt.

You worshipped the glitter while the soul was gutted. And now you dare act as though the warnings weren’t screamed at you from the very beginning.