Tottenham Stadium Battle Night Experience: Coxed-up Cooks of the Human Tragedy!

I swear by God, if you want to see society collapse in real time, just start fighting in an English stadium.

Last night at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium? Pure Human Zoo. You thought you came into a big boxing event, but Nope – Welcome to England’s largest freaks: You think you are smelling that Tony Montana has purchased with Clarna payments in £ 900.

First, why can someone explain why chicks will wear knockOfflix as a documentary like the Nokaut Battle Night of Boxing Battle? Seriously – fake tan, fake lashes, fake designer bags and clothes so close clothes, almost see what they do for dinner. The tip around the clarified pudles and heels around the heels around the heels, who could not go in. Is this kind of national tradition? “Oi Becky, we go to the boxer, do not forget the whore suit!”

Second, there is something in the true sense of the word to see. I was about 40 meters from the ring and everything I received for my challenges was a perfect idea behind a pint waving a pint as in Glastonbury. Could not see a fist. Which one was eubank and which one was Benn could not say. Perhaps the other end of a car park had two mannequin battles. Seriously, the crack would be clearer than Dazn on an iPad.

And boys? Oh God, boys. Every second guy was a Kiera or a Callo like a scene veteran of green street hooligans, a cog no, pouring the chest whipped nose and looking for an excuse to send someone on a pint. Completely puree, walk like windy toys, trays, managers, you try to start fighting with each other, your name. Every second word was “bro” or “Bruv”, every third word, no one was sober to get backed. True bunch of champions. Definitely weapons.

And then girls again, sorry, girls … Christ. I saw a better dressed crowd in the 3rd Kebab shops could not hit the opposite to strike.

To be honest, the atmosphere, you take a football away from a bunch of hooligans, handed them over the cheaper coke of £ 200 and said they are a major event. At one time, I think it went through a full-scale riot near the hot dog stand, and honestly, it would be more fun than real battles … I didn’t see any of the real battles … Zero. Nada. A bunch of a bunch of cranes that are crane in bulging screens and claiming what hell is.

Stadium battles should end. The stadium battles are stupid. In the 1990s Football Hooligans, you see nothing surrounded by drunk, knocked-up clowns cosplaying and you need a serious need for a headache, a stainful pair of coaches and life choices.

Next time? I stay at home with crisps of crisp, six packs and 4K TV.

No Piss Pond, “Smack”, BruV, “no regrets,” there are no coves. Just battle. Think of it.