X has once again turned into a vile cesspit, targeting 97 innocent people, Diogo Jota and us survivors, all over a football match because their team lost.
Call the players out, call the club out, be angry at the ref, but don’t vent your anger towards people who can’t answer back,
To Purple Aki
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
For your dreams be tossed and blown