Well, it rained last night in Julesti. And there were so many of us that there was nowhere to hide. We were in a packed stadium, it was raining like hell. And they put our dead in the house. “Krayova” Mititelu had 3:1. 3 to one! 3 to one. And Rapidul played stupidly, pretended to play football, there was neither excitement nor life. It was raining, it was raining. With a drop the size of a peacock egg. Cold and sharp. And it was 4-3 on Juleshta. And you see what happened. Look how a man. It was a great comedy!

The threshold of Sepunar did not exist. No, Oneya. No Moldovan. I’m obsessed with the defensive immobility during Craiova Mititelu’s third goal. Slots after slots. The defense is silent. Brown grabs the pretzels for protection. Breathless Moldovan. 3:1 in favor of “Kraiova” Mititelu. How can it be? And it’s raining, and it’s raining eggs. Pants are wet, cabbage heads. The body is under attack. You have nowhere to hide from the rain.

And then Galeria Rapidului began: On them, on their mother! On them, on their mother! On them, on their mother! On them, on their mother! It is true that there was nothing to do. There was no more. To lift Olten’s curse. How, sir, what happens to Rapid when he meets Mithitela? What are we cursing, what are we cursing? Mititelu is going to the witch to bind our feet? I think so! And the rain stops a little. On them, on their mother! On them, on their mother! On them, on their mother! Pants are lazy, measures are tyrannical. And the Olteian put his hand there. As he lays his hand on the grave, he will pull him out of the grave. And VAR takes about ten minutes. I didn’t see that VAR. I couldn’t stand it. It continues. And it’s raining again. And this is a penalty. Minute 76 Rrahmani. He gave the ball. I didn’t watch anymore. I pulled a plumber’s hat over my face. And if it is not empty? But Rrahmani has no emotions and hits her with a scythe. Gooooo! I only dreamed that it was 3-2! What are you asking for? It was raining like hell. It rained from Mititelu’s curses. You say we are in Julesti, let it be 3-2 so people don’t say we got hit. “Nice match, that’s all it rained,” you know how it is, we can still defend ourselves with words. Let it be 3-2, I said. Do not be shy. A little shame.

But they shouted at Juleshta: At them, at their mother! No, I couldn’t see what else could happen. This is the man, sir. He wants more from an honorable defeat. And he was not a man, there were thousands of people in Julesht. It was as if they had gone to the field. They screamed and screamed. Onea, Onea takes it to extremes. And it continues. The entire Mititelu team is in the penalty area. I didn’t see anything. Oneya seems to be in the center. And I see nothing but rain. Gooooool! One. One one one. How can you believe this is happening? as? Equality. 3 on 3. You cannot see what happened in the stadium. This summary doesn’t say much.

Reality overtook technology last night, on Juleshta. MATCH WORD SUMMARIES HERE ON HOTNEWS

And now it turned out to be downright greedy. Man, gentlemen, man! Don’t tell me that a man can be placated. The stadium timer stopped at 90 a long time ago. I didn’t have time. I exceeded expectations. The natives cut us off. It’s killing us. It’s 3-3 and the phase is still on Brown’s left pussy side. Well, he passed the ball in front of an empty goal.

And from now on the ball goes to Rapid’s side. Indeed! The ball jumps across the field, it is thrown over, barely touched by Onea, Burmaz. Goal! Goal! 4-3 Quickly. 4-3! I blocked. OH MY GOD. Well, let me tell you. The rapid one can present a surprise. Yes, a poor fellow like me can only despair. I was desperate 3-1. At Giulești, everything changes in a second. Wine gallery. Which says: On them, on their mother, as in a spell, as in a curse. I admit, I cannot hope for more. But there is. That’s a great thought.