Three years ago, they teamed up to set up a trap to kick me off the altar of genius and make me get rid of the league as a "coward".
Three years later, I returned to the game as a humble substitute.
They laughed at me for playing like a "script freak", with no risk and no enjoyment.
That's right, because there is no "limit" in my dictionary, only a 100% success rate.
I will use the "steadiness" they despise most to lay out a shocking plan that spans the entire season, and let them personally send the championship, reputation and future "steadily" step by step into the grave I have prepared for them.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to play a game, I'm here to tell you - when the prey puts on hunting clothes, the game has just begun."
