Tottenham Stadium Fight Light Experience: A Circus is a Human Tragedy!

I swear to God, if you want to see society collapsing in the actual time, just go to the battle of the UK stadium.

Last night at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium? Pure Human Human Zoo. You thought you were walking at a big boxing event, but NOP- Welcome to the greatest Freakshow in Britain: You are very disrupted you think you are Tony Montana at Stone Island jacket worth 900 pounds sterling bought by your mother on Klarna payments.

First, can anyone explain why chicks in the UK like KNOCKOFF from the low -budget NETFLIX documentary every time there is a fighting night in boxing? Like seriously – fake tan, fake eyelashes, fake designer bags, and very narrow dresses, you can practically see what they have to have lunch. It is clear that this party is about the pools of the peach and the vomiting in the heels that they cannot walk. Is this a kind of national tradition? “Oi Becky, we are out of boxing, don’t forget a prostitute!”

Second, there is nothing literally. I was about 40 yards from the ring, and all I got to my walk was an ideal look for the back of some of the twat’s head waving a girl as it was in Glastonbury. It is not possible to see a punch. I couldn’t even tell any Blob it was EUBANK and which was Benn. Perhaps there were evacuations fighting at the other end of the car park. Seriously, DAZN was on the iPad more clearly cracked.

And boys? Oh, my God. Every second man was Kiran or Calum, behaving as if he was an old warrior in the scene from the green street riots, raising his chest outside, falling from the coke, looking for an excuse for a person’s head above half a liter. Completely mashed, liar like wind games, trying to start battles with boxes, referees, each other, call them whatever you want. Each second word “BRO” or “Bruv” was, each word was a fabricated threat, and no one was awake enough to the backup. A real handful of heroes. Absolute weapons.

Then the girls again, sorry but girls … Christ. I have seen better crowds of the environment outside the kebab 3 for 1 per hour, I do not know who told them that wearing clothes like rejected additions was a good idea for a boxing event, but here we-fake fantasy melts under the stadium lights, ran the mascara, shoes on hand, and prepared, screaming, on its reflection.

Frankly, the atmosphere was as if I had taken football away from a handful of rioters, handed them up to 200 pounds of cheap coke, and told them that they were the main event. At one time, I think wide -ranging riots were almost launched near the Hot Dog position, frankly, it could have been more entertaining than the actual battles … which I saw nothing again. zero. Dew. Just a handful of lost heads that walk on the giant Blurry screens and pretend they know what is Hell.

The stadium battles must end. It is a fraud. You pay hundreds to see anything, surrounded by clowns drunk, and they are heading to rioters in the nineties of the last century, leaving with a headache, a pair of colored coaches, and the serious need to reconsider the choices of your life.

The next time? I stay at home with a bag of potato chips, six packages, and 4K TV.

No ponds of vaporization, no Kevins Kevins Screaming “Smack” IM, Bruv, “No regret. Just battle. Imagine.