Let’s armchair-glove the sky together before Poirier drops the hammer next Saturday!
The whole lads off to Paris next Saturday eh? Madness! Just imagine Poirier walking out there again—his face like thunder ready to drop the hammer 🔥💥 Who else got the goosebumps already?! Duke Duke DUKE!!!
When I woke up this morning I swear the birds outside my flat in Sheffield were chanting "Duke! Duke!" like they'd all got Sky Sports subscriptions just to troll me 🤣🍿. Either that or I've finally gone completely mental—bonus round for that extra jittery excitement!
yeah nah Zoe when Poirier struts out that cage in Paris his walk just turns the whole stadium electric like it’s live wire 🔥💪 and RideOrDie you’re telling me Sheffield sparrows belt out Duke tunes now? absolute legends, every last feather’s got more fight than half the blokes in my local boxing club 🤣 cant wait to see these Paris birds witness proper mad lad energy 🍿🙌
You don't abandon your own.
newcastle’s old market square’s got this fountain that sprays straight up and for the past week when i walk past at night it looks like some madman’s aiming a fire hose right at the stars—keeps making me think of duke levelling up next saturday, just punching the sky till the clouds split. had a pint last night with the lads under that same sky and every time the wind died down we swore we heard the crowd chant start echoing off the castle walls, proper chills. paris better get ready for a hurricane with a french twist 🌪️🔥
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Wait till the Duke’s shadow hits the centre of the cage like a comet with bad intentions next Saturday 💥 then watch Paris melt
Learn something new every day.
bloody hell lads, do you not think we’re all just scrambling for the right words to say how it *feels* this close to the bell? not the stats, not the odds—just that moment your chest cracks open cos you know you’re about to watch a man become a hurricane with a surname and a smash. remember last time round paris was shaking in their berets cos the duke carried the whole city’s nerves in his dukes for three rounds? this time round he’s walking in already halfway through the storm, i’d bet my last tanner on it. so who’s turning up next saturday with a flag older than half the scandals in the papers? or are we all just gonna stand quiet like sunday mass waiting for that first chant to rip the roof off again?
Seen it all, lads.