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THE RESURRECTION OF A LOST ORDER
WRITTEN BY: Y + A
ONCE, SERIE A WAS THE CATHEDRAL.
EVERY SACRED SUNDAY—
A LITURGY OF PLATINUM-TOED KILLERS,
FOGGED PITCHES,
AND MYTHIC BACKLINES
CARVED FROM IRON.
WE WERE YOUNG,
BUT WE REMEMBER.
MILAN’S SYMPHONIES. INTER’S ARMOUR.
ROMA’S PROPHETS. NAPOLI’S RAW GO
AND JUVENTUS—THE OLD LADY
CLOAKED IN RELENTLESS TRADITION,
WINNING NOT BY ACCIDENT,
BUT BY RITE.
BUT THEN CAME THE FALL.
SCANDAL CRACKED THE ALTAR.
GREAT NAMES SCATTERED
TO OTHER LEAGUES .
THE STREETS QUIETED.
THE CHANTS DULLED.
ITALY, ONCE THE FORGE OF GLORY,
BECAME THE FORGOTTEN FLAME.
AND YET—WHAT IS BURIED
IS NOT ALWAYS DEAD.
THIS LEAGUE DID NOT CRUMBLE.
IT TRAINED IN EXILE.
WATCHED. WAITED.
BUILT ACADEMIES FROM
BROKEN BONES.
FORGED NEW GODS IN SILENCE
WHILE THE WORLD LOOKED ELSEWHERE.
NOW?
IT RETURNS NOT TO
RECLAIM THE SPOTLIGHT—
BUT TO HAUNT IT.
A NEW GENERATION WEARS THE CRESTS
LIKE BLOOD BORN OATHS.
STADIUMS QUAKE AGAIN.
AND THE WORLD LOOKS TO ITALY
NOT WITH NOSTALGIA—BUT WITH AWE.
THIS IS NOT A COMEBACK.
THIS IS A RESURRECTION
OF FOOTBALL AS WAR, ART,
AND NATIONHOOD.
SERIE A HAS RISEN—
NOT FOR APPROVAL,
BUT FOR LEGACY.
THEATER OF IRON + INK
/ PITCH AS ALTAR
/ TACTICS AS GOSPEL /
/BLOOD AS BLUEPRINT/
IN ITALY, FOOTBALL IS NOT A SPORT.
IT IS A SACRED REHEARSAL FOR WAR—
A SHADOW DANCE ACROSS
THE SANCTIFIED GEOMETRY OF THE PITCH.
EACH BLADE OF GRASS A BATTLEFIELD.
EACH FORMATION A PREMONITION.
EACH SUBSTITUTION A SUMMONING.
WHERE OTHERS CHASE CHAOS,
ITALY DRAWS CONSTELLATIONS IN MOTION.
IT DOES NOT ROAR—
IT CALCULATES.
AND WHEN IT STRIKES,
IT STRIKES LIKE AN EDUCATED KNIFE:
DELIBERATE, PRECISE, AND FATAL.
SERIE A IS A THEATER OF IRON AND INK.
IRON IN THE BONES OF DEFENDERS.
INK IN THE NOTEBOOKS OF MANAGERS
WHO COMPOSE LIKE GENERALS,
ARCHITECTS OF SILENCE AND SUFFOCATION.
HERE, TACTICS ARE GOSPEL,
AND SPACE IS HOLY GROUND.
EVERY INCH EARNED IS A SACRAMENT.
EVERY LOSS A TRAGEDY.
EVERY CLEAN SHEET
A SCRIPTURE SEALED
IN SWEAT AND BLOOD.
THIS IS NOT A GAME.
IT IS ARCHITECTURAL WARFARE.
AND ITALY IS WHERE BLUEPRINTS BLEED.
PATIENCE IS POWER
THIS IS A PRAYER.
THIS LEAGUE IS BRAIDED
IN THE ITALIAN PHILOSOPHY
OF RESTRAINT AND PATIENCE.
WE SEE IT IN THE NATION’S
ART, ARCHITECTURE, CULINARY,
AUTOMOTIVE CRAFT, AND FASHION.
BUT ABOVE ALL — WE SEE IT IN ITS FOOTBALL.
WHERE OTHER LEAGUES CHASE
CHAOS AND COMBUSTION,
ITALY TRAINS IN ANTICIPATION.
HERE, MASTERY IS BUILT IN SILENCE.
STRUCTURE IS SACRED.
EACH MOVEMENT IS RITUAL.
EACH TACKLE — A SERMON.
EACH GOAL — A REVELATION.
THIS IS FOOTBALL AS
SILENCE BEFORE STRIKE.
FOOTBALL AS ARCHITECTURE IN MOTION.
FOOTBALL AS SACRED WAITING.
NOT EVERYTHING MUST EXPLODE.
SOME THINGS MUST SIMMER.
LIKE SAUCE IN A NONNA’S KITCHEN,
STIRRED WITHOUT CLOCK,
ONLY BY FEEL.
ONLY THEN DOES IT SERVE.
ONLY THEN DOES IT BECOME A MEAL WORTHY OF MYTH.
ITALY DOESN’T PLAY TO ENTERTAIN.
IT PLAYS TO ENDURE.
IT PLAYS TO REMIND YOU
THAT VIOLENCE CAN BE SCULPTED,
IF ONLY YOU WAIT LONG ENOUGH
TO WITNESS IT UNFOLD.
NAPOLI
THE SOUTHERN CROWN.
THE RHYTHM REFORGED.
THE BLADE REBORN.
CHAMPIONS OF THE SOUTH.
CROWNED IN SWEAT, FIRE, AND BLOODLINE.
THE STORM COULDN’T SCATTER
THEIR RHYTHM LAST SEASON—
IT ONLY MADE THEIR ALTAR GROW
BEYOND THE SOUTHERN SKIES.
MCTOMINAY MOVES LIKE A SACRED FLARE.
LUKAKU—IS THE BLADE REBORN.
AND CONTE?
HE’S NOT BUILDING A TEAM.
HE’S RAISING A MILITIA.
WILL THEY RECLAIM
WHAT THEY BLED FOR?
WE SAY YES.
BECAUSE THIS TIME,
THEY WON’T BLEED.
THEY’LL BE THE ONES
SLASHING SCARS ACROSS THE TABLE.
BECAUSE UNDER THE SOUTHERN SUN,
THEY RESURRECT.
THIS IS STILL THEIR FIRESTORM.
AND THEY’RE NOT DONE BURNING.
INTER MILAN
THEY WON’T SHUT UP
ABOUT THEIR 20TH SCUDETTO BADGE—
AND THEY SHOULDN’T.
THE SERPENT IS STILL
COILED WITH INTENT.
LAUTARO REMAINS CAPTAIN,
THURAM IS MATURING
INTO A SERIOUS OPERATOR,
AND CHIVU’S SYSTEM IS STABLE.
THEY’RE THE ONES TO BEAT.
BEWARE STAGNATION.
A SLOW START AND THE PRESSURE
OF DEFENDING COULD
TURN THE SERPENT INTO STONE.
JUVENTUS
THE HUNGER OF KENAN YILDIZ
IN BLACK AND WHITE
CHANGES THEIR ATTACK’S PULSE—
COLD, COMMANDING, TURKISH PRECISION.
AND MOTTA IS GONE.
NEW BLOOD IS FINALLY IN CHARGE,
SIGNALLING A SLOW DEATH FOR “WIN 1–0 AND SLEEP.”
TRANSMISSION NOTE:
THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL.
BUT THEY MIGHT BECOME BRUTAL.
AND THAT’S WORSE.
AC MILAN
THE PROPHECY REVERSED.
PIOLI HAS STEPPED OUT—
AND ALLEGRI STEPS BACK IN.
A MARRIAGE OF
PRAGMATISM AND PARANOIA.
WHAT ONCE WAS CHAOS
MIGHT NOW BECOME COLD STEEL.
RAPHAEL LEÃO WILL BE REQUIRED
TO PLATE A VITAL
ROLE IN THAT SYSTEM.
WILL HE ACTUALLY RISE TO THAT
OR WILL HE BECOME
THE FLASH PORTUGUESE JACK GREALISH?
OUR FAITH WON’T
REST IN THIS ERA—
BUT WE DO WATCH IT. CLOSELY.
ALLEGRI AT MILAN AGAIN
IS THE ECHO OF A STORM
THAT NEVER REALLY LEFT.
AS ROMA
GASPERINI IS NOW IN THE CAPITAL.
THE CITY BACKS HIM.
AND NOW, WITH A FULL SUMMER
AND CLEARER VISION,
ROMA MAY FINALLY TAP
INTO THE CHAOS THEIR ULTRAS DREAM OF.
THEY DON’T WANT PRETTY.
THEY WANT BLOOD, FURY, AND A SPOT
IN THE TOP FOUR.
DYBALA’S HEALTH REMAINS
THE AXIS OF FATE.
ROMA’S SEASON ALWAYS
SWINGS ON ONE HINGE.
THIS YEAR, THAT HINGE IS SANITY.
PLAYER WATCH: SCOUTS OF THE NEW ORDER
LAUTARO MARTÍNEZ
THE GHOST OF RIQUELME
WITH THE BOOTS OF BATISTUTA.
FORGES GOALS WITH
NO BACKLIFT, NO WARNING.
WHEN HE’S LOCKED IN,
HE DOESN’T STRIKE — HE ELIMINATES.
BARELLA
A BASTARD SERAPH IN MIDFIELD.
IF YOU GIVE HIM AN INCH,
HE BAPTIZES IT IN VENOM.
TACTICALLY UNHINGED.
SPIRITUALLY UNFORGIVING.
STILLL ITALY’S SHARPEST DAGGER.
SCOTT MCTOMINAY
THIS ONE ISN’T PRETTY.
BUT IT’S PERSISTENT.
WAGES WAR IN STRAIGHT LINES.
BULLET HEADER. CLEAN STRIKE.
RUTHLESS SCOTTISH PROTESTANT ENERGY.
YOU FEEL HIM ARRIVE.
MARCUS THURAM
NOT JUST THE SON.
A TOWER WHO RUNS
LIKE A BLADE
THROUGH OPEN SPACE.
DELIVERS WITH HUMILITY,
STRIKES WITH QUIET CERTAINTY.
THE MOST UNBOTHERED
ASSASSIN IN EUROPE.
KENAN YILDIZ
OTTOMAN SPECTRE
WITH A STREET-BOY GRIN.
GLIDES PAST YOU LIKE
HE’S ALREADY SEEN THE FUTURE.
EVERY TOUCH WRITES
A NEW ALPHABET OF THREAT.
HE’S NOT COMING — HE’S BECOMING.
ALESSANDRO BASTONI
READS THE GAME LIKE SCRIPTURE.
DEFENDS LIKE HE’S SEEN WAR.
LEFT-FOOTED CALM UNDER FIRE,
CAPABLE OF A DIAGONAL
THAT TURNS STRATEGY INTO SORCERY.
PAULO DYBALA
LANGUID VENOM.
HAUNTS THE PENALTY ARC
LIKE A FALLEN ANGEL
WITH UNFINISHED BUSINESS.
STILLL CAPABLE OF WRITING
A HAIKU IN THREE TOUCHES.
HIS LEFT FOOT? SIMPLY PURE.
RAFAEL LEÃO
ACCELERATES LIKE
HE’S OUTRUNNING CHILDHOOD.
SHOULDER DROPS, UNIVERSE SHIFTS.
DEFENDERS GET VERTIGO,
FANS GET VISIONS.
A DRIBBLE FROM HIM
IS A REBELLION IN MOTION.
PILLAR V: THIS RESURRECTION WONT BE STREAMED
THE RESURRECTION
IS NOT TELEVISED
THIS IS NOT MAINSTREAM FOOTBALL.
THIS IS HIDDEN GLORY. AND WE WILL NEVER
TURN OUR BACKS ON THE SERIE A.
THIS IS NOT THE PREMIER LEAGUE.
NOT A DISNEY+ REBOOT.
NOT A TIKTOK-FRIENDLY SUPERCUT
OF STEPOVERS, BRAND DEALS,
AND BILLION-POUND NOISE.
THIS IS DEVOTION
IN DUST AND DEFIANCE.
THIS IS RESURRECTION
THROUGH RUST AND ROUTINE.
SERIE A IS WHERE YOU PLAY
FOR PRIDE BEFORE PRIZES.
WHERE THE ULTRAS STILLL
CALL YOUR NAME
LIKE IT MEANS SOMETHING.
WHERE A CHIPPED SHINPAD
MATTERS MORE THAN A LAUNCH COLORWAY.
WHERE THE GOAL ISN’T CLOUT—
IT’S CONSECRATION.
BECAUSE THIS ISN’T ABOUT VIRALITY.
WE DON’T SEEK MILLIONS OF EYES.
WE SEEK ONE GAZE THAT UNDERSTANDS.
THEY SAID FOOTBALL WAS DEAD.
WE SAID IT WAS JUST HIDING.
HIDING IN A GENOA RAINSTORM.
HIDING IN TORINO’S BLOODLINE.
HIDING IN THAT DYING MINUTE
WHEN A 36-YEAR-OLD FULLBACK
WHIPS IN A CROSS LIKE
IT’S HIS FINAL PRAYER.
HIDING IN LECCE, EMPOLI, MONZA,
AND EVERY BACK ALLEY STADIUM
WHERE SMOKE BOMBS
BLUR THE SACRED CHANTS.
BECAUSE SERIE A
ISN’T ABOUT “CONTENT.”
IT’S A RITUAL.
AND RITUALS DON’T NEED TO BE TELEVISED.
THEY NEED TO BE WITNESSED.
WE STRIKE IN STADIUMS
WHERE NO CAMERA DARES LINGER.
WE RISE IN LEAGUES
THE ALGORITHM IGNORES.
BECAUSE WHAT’S HIDDEN
CANNOT BE KILLED.
AND TO THOSE WHO TURNED AWAY?
YOU WERE NEVER MEANT
TO SIT AT THIS TABLE.
THIS IS OUR RESURRECTION.
IT WON’T BE TELEVISED.
IT WILL BE FELT.
CLOSER: THE PROPHECY WASN’T LOST — IT JUST SPOKE IN LOWER TONES
THIS IS NOT NOSTALGIA.
THIS IS CONTINUITY.
WE DON’T SPEAK OF SERIE A IN PAST TENSE.
WE WALK WITH IT IN REAL TIME—
THROUGH THE FOG-
SLICKED STREETS OF BOLOGNA,
THE THUNDER OF THE CURVA SUD,
THE TREMBLING FLOODLIGHTS
OF A RAINY NIGHT IN GENOA.
THEY THOUGHT THE ERA WAS OVER.
THAT GLORY PACKED ITS BAGS
AND LEFT FOR CLEANER LEAGUES,
FASTER HIGHLIGHT REELS,
AND GLOBAL MARKETABILITY.
BUT PROPHECY DOESN’T SHOUT.
IT WHISPERS.
SERIE A WAS NEVER
FOR THE ALGORITHMS.
IT WAS NEVER FOR THE ONES
SCROLLING WITH NUMB THUMBS.
IT WAS NEVER FOR THE WORLD
THAT NEEDED TO BE TOLD
WHAT’S BEAUTIFUL.
IT IS FOR THOSE WHO WITNESS.
THOSE WHO SEE A LOOPING VOLLEY
AT THE OLIMPICO AND KNOW
THEY’VE JUST SEEN A SERMON.
THOSE WHO RECOGNISE
A TACKLE AS A VOW,
A MIDFIELD AS A BATTLEFIELD,
A THROUGH BALL AS SCRIPTURE.
THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND THAT IN THIS LEAGUE—
SOMETIMES SURVIVAL
IS MORE MYTHIC THAN WINNING.
SERIE A DIDN’T DIE.
IT RESURRECTED IN SILENCE.
AND NOW, IT PLAYS ON—
QUIETLY SACRED,
STUBBORNLY DIVINE,
GLORIOUSLY UN-VIRAL.
SO LET THEM CHASE SPECTACLE.
WE CHOOSE DEVOTION.
WE CHOOSE THE CROOKED HALOS,
THE DIVINE GRIFT,
THE BROKEN KINGS WHO STILLL
FIND A WAY TO SCORE IN THE 89TH.
SERIE A ISN’T JUST FOOTBALL.
IT IS PROPHECY UNFOLDING I
N THE PRESENT TENSE—
ONE PIAZZA AT A TIME.
STILLL HERE.
STILLL SACRED.
∞STILLLCRUSADE.
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ALTAR OF LA LIGA 2025/26:
PROPHECY, BLOOD, + ILLUMINATION
WRITTEN BY: Y+A
THE ETERNAL PULSE
SPANISH FOOTBALL BREATHES DIFFERENT.
IT IS NOT JUST A LEAGUE—
IT IS A LITURGY. IT IS THE ALTAR
WHERE BLOODLINES, PHILOSOPHY, AND CITY WALLS
COLLIDE UNDER A SUN THAT BOTH
BLESSES AND JUDGES.
THE GAME IS PLAYED WITH A PULSE
THAT FEELS OLDER
THAN THE BALL ITSELF—
A PULSE THAT REMEMBERS EMPIRES,
CIVIL WARS, AND LOVE LETTERS
WRITTEN IN THE LANGUAGE
OF MIDFIELD POETS.
EVERY PASS IS A SCRIPTURE.
EVERY TOUCH IS A REVELATION.
IN SPAIN, FOOTBALL IS NOT A HOBBY—
IT IS THE NATIONAL POETRY
RECITED IN STUDIUMS THAT TURN INTO
CATHEDRALS ON SUNDAY.
IT IS A THEATRE OF
PROPHETS AND PRETENDERS,
WHERE THE DRAMA IS NOT MANUFACTURED
FOR TELEVISION BUT PULLED
FROM THE EARTH ITSELF.
THE LA LIGA PITCH IS A STAGE OF CONTRAST—
IN THE NORTH, THE STEEL AND SHADOW
OF BASQUE FORTRESSES;
IN THE SOUTH, THE SUN-LIT BLUES
AND ORANGE BLOSSOMS
THAT SMELL LIKE PRAYERS.
EVERY CLUB CARRIES ITS CITY’S DNA,
ITS OLD SECRETS, AND ITS NEW AMBITIONS.
THE WORLD MAY CELEBRATE
THE PREMIER LEAGUE FOR ITS SPEED
AND BLOODTHIRST,
BUT THERE IS SOMETHING HOLY
IN SPANISH FOOTBALL
THAT MOST MISS. THERE IS A GHOST
OF ILLUSTRIOUS MESS AND PROPHECY
THAT ILLUMINATES THE LEAGUE—
A SENSE THAT EVERY MATCH
IS AN ACT IN A CENTURY-LONG
PLAY WHERE THE ENDING
IS FOREVER BEING REWRITTEN.
AND THIS IS WHY EL CLÁSICO
IS MORE THAN A GAME—
IT IS A NATIONAL SEANCE.
WHEN REAL MADRID AND BARCELONA
FACE EACH OTHER,
THEY ARE NOT JUST PLAYING
FOR POINTS. THEY ARE SUMMONING
EVERY GHOST THAT EVER
WORE THEIR CREST,
EVERY CITY SQUARE THAT EVER ERUPTED,
EVERY CHILD WHO EVER KICKED A BALL
AGAINST A WALL PRETENDING TO BE
ZIDANE OR RONALDINHO.
IT IS NOT A FIXTURE—
IT IS A PROPHECY FULFILLED
ANEW EACH TIME.
TO WATCH LA LIGA
IS TO WITNESS TEAMS
THAT WEAVE BETWEEN ART AND ASSASSINATION—
A BACKHEEL IS AS DEADLY AS A STRIKER’S FINISH,
AND A MIDFIELD GENERAL
IS AS REVERED AS ANY GOALSCORER.
THE GAME IS A BALANCE OF VIOLENCE
AND VELVET, OF TACTICAL
COLDNESS AND EMOTIONAL ERUPTION.
EVEN IN ITS LOWEST MOMENTS,
THE LEAGUE CARRIES A KIND OF TRAGIC DIGNITY—
THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SPANISH FOOTBALL
IS NEVER JUST ABOUT WINNING OR LOSING.
IT IS ABOUT STORYLINES OLDER
THAN THE PLAYERS THEMSELVES,
ABOUT BEING A VERSE
IN A SONG THAT WILL OUTLIVE YOU.
AND SO, FROM GALICIA TO ANDALUSIA,
FROM THE CATALAN COAST
TO THE MADRID PLAZAS,
THE BALL ROLLS ON LIKE A SACRED RELIC—
TOUCHED, PASSED,
STRUCK, AND LIFTED
TOWARDS ETERNITY.
LA LIGA IS NOT A PRODUCT.
IT IS A LIVING CHAPTER
IN THE BOOK OF THE BEAUTIFUL GAME,
AND ITS PAGES WILL FOREVER
BE TURNED IN THE LANGUAGE OF
PASSION, PRIDE, AND PROPHECY.
KEY FIGURES & MOTIFS
• JUDE BELLINGHAM —
THE YOUNG ROYAL KNIGHT OF MADRID,
CARRYING THE BANNER OF REVIVAL
WITH A FEARLESS, COURTLY ELEGANCE.
• VINÍCIUS JR. —
THE LIGHTNING STORM;
JOY AND DANGER
LACED IN EVERY RUN.
• KYLIAN MBAPPÉ —
THE SOVEREIGN STRIKER,
MADRID’S DECISIVE BLADE
FORGED FOR THIS NEW ERA.
• ARDA GÜLER —
THE PRODIGAL PRINCE,
A WHISPER OF DESTINY
IN A YOUNG FRAME.
• FEDERICO VALVERDE —
THE TIRELESS CENTURION,
LUNGS OF IRON AND
AN UNSHAKABLE WILL.
• ANTOINE GRIEZMANN —
THE MERCENARY TURNED LOYALIST,
NOW ATLÉTICO’S QUIET GENERAL.
• RAPHINHA —
BARCELONA’S FERAL EDGE;
THE WINGER WHOSE CHAOS
IS DELIBERATE.
• PEDRI —
THE CLOCKMAKER,
BARCELONA’S TEMPO INCARNATE.
• JULIÁN ÁLVAREZ —
ATLETÍCO’S UNEXPECTED DAGGER
IN THE DARK
• NICO WILLIAMS —
ATHLETIC CLUB’S
ELECTRIC ARROW,
PRIDE OF THE BASQUE FORGE.
• MARCUS RASHFORD —
THE ENGLISH ENVOY
SHOULD HIS ARRIVAL
MANIFEST, BRINGING PREMIER LEAGUE PACE
INTO SPANISH SCRIPTURE.
• LAMINE YAMAL —
THE CHILD-PROPHET OF BARCELONA,
WHOSE VISION FEELS
PREWRITTEN IN FOOTBALL SCRIPTURE.
LA LIGA’S HOLY GHOST —
THE ILLUSTRIOUS MESS + THE PROPHECY IN MOTION
THERE’S A REASON SPANISH FOOTBALL
HAS ALWAYS FELT LIKE MORE THAN A SPORT—
IT’S A STAGE HAUNTED BY SAINTS AND OUTLAWS,
WHERE EVERY PASS CARRIES
THE WEIGHT OF OLD PROPHECIES.
UNLIKE THE PREMIER LEAGUE’S
RELENTLESS SPECTACLE,
LA LIGA EXISTS IN A MORE SACRED REGISTER.
IT HAS AN ANCIENT HEARTBEAT,
A DRAMA YOU CAN’T FAKE,
AND A LIGHT THAT STILL REFLECTS
OFF THE GHOSTS OF CRUYFF,
ZIDANE, RONALDINHO,
RAÚL, XAVI, INIESTA,
CRISTIANO, MESSI.
THESE FIGURES DO NOT JUST BELONG TO HISTORY—
THEY ARE LIVING PHANTOMS IN
THE ARCHITECTURE OF THE LEAGUE,
HOVERING OVER EVERY NEW ERA.
HERE, EVEN A SIMPLE FIXTURE
ON A COOL SPANISH WEDNESDAY
CAN FEEL LIKE THEATRE WRITTEN
CENTURIES AGO. THE GRASS IN SPAIN DOESN’T
JUST HOST PLAYERS—
IT REMEMBERS THE WEIGHT OF CORONATIONS
AND BETRAYALS.
THERE’S ALWAYS AN UNDERCURRENT
OF RENAISSANCE: KINGDOMS FALL, KINGDOMS RISE,
YET THE HOLY DUEL BETWEEN MADRID AND BARCELONA
REMAINS THE CENTREPIECE OF THE PROPHECY.
NOW, WITH MADRID IN A RESURRECTION PHASE A
ND BARCELONA EMERGING
FROM THEIR OWN RUINS
INTO NEW DOMINANCE,
WE ARE WATCHING AN
UNBROKEN CYCLE SPIN
INTO ITS NEXT CHAPTER.
WHAT MAKES THIS ERA DIVINE
IS HOW ALIVE ITS CHARACTERS ARE—
JUDE BELLINGHAM’S PRINCELY
POISE IN A WHITE SHIRT,
VINÍCIUS JR. DANCING
LIKE A STORM ACROSS ENEMY LINES,
MBAPPÉ STEPPING INTO MADRID’S KINGDOM
AS A WEAPON OF INEVITABILITY,
ARDA GÜLER CARRYING
THE WEIGHT OF TURKISH DREAMS,
VALVERDE’S TIRELESS WARRIOR SPIRIT.
ACROSS THE DIVIDE, RAPHINHA’S STREAK OF FIRE,
PEDRI’S QUIET GENIUS,
LAMINE YAMAL’S FEARLESS INNOCENCE,
NICO WILLIAMS’ DEFIANT ARTISTRY—
ALL ARE BRUSHSTROKES
ON THE SAME IMMORTAL CANVAS.
EVEN FOREIGN MERCENARIES
TURNED LOYALISTS LIKE GRIEZMANN
AND RESTLESS PILGRIMS
LIKE JULIÁN ÁLVAREZ ADD TEXTURE
TO THIS LIVING GOSPEL.
CLOSING BENEDICTION
TO WATCH LA LIGA NOW IS TO WITNESS
AN OLD CATHEDRAL LIT ANEW—
ITS STONES STILL HOLDING THE CHANTS
OF PAST GLORIES, WHILE FRESH BANNERS UNFURL
IN THE RAFTERS.
THE HOLY MESS CONTINUES,
ILLUMINATED BY PROPHECY,
DEMANDING BOTH DEVOTION AND MEMORY.
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2025/26 ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE:
THE CROWN NEVER RESTS, NEITHER DO WE
WRITTEN BY: Y + A
WE ARE NOT JUST WATCHING FOOTBALL —
WE ARE STUDYING THE BLUEPRINT
FOR HOW TO MOVE THROUGH LIFE.
EVERY PASS, EVERY PRESS, EVERY STRIKE
IS A LESSON IN DOMINANCE AND DEVOTION.
WE MOVE THE BALL WITH PURPOSE,
CIRCULATING UNTIL THE CHANNEL OPENS,
AND THEN — WITHOUT HESITATION — WE STRIKE.
WE DICTATE TEMPO.
WE CONTROL SPACE.
WE FORCE MISTAKES.
WE DO NOT WAIT FOR OPPORTUNITIES;
WE CREATE THEM.
THIS IS HOW WE LIVE.
THIS IS HOW WE BUILD.
THIS IS HOW WE WIN.
FROM THE OPENING WHISTLE
TO THE FINAL BREATH,
THIS IS WHERE THE CROWN
IS HUNTED AND DEFENDED.
WE STEP ONTO THIS PITCH NOT AS SPECTATORS,
BUT AS ARCHITECTS
OF THE SAME RHYTHM —
PRESSING HIGH, SWITCHING PLAY, COMMANDING THE GAME
UNTIL IT BENDS TO OUR WILL.
WHAT HAPPENS IN NINETY MINUTES HERE
IS THE SAME MOTION WE CARRY
INTO OUR OWN REALM:
READ THE FIELD, UNDYING THE PLAN,
AND EXECUTE WHEN THE GAP APPEARS.
AND NOW — THE TABLE IS RESET.
THE MANAGERS RELOAD.
THE NEW SEASON BEGINS.
THIS IS THE 2025/26 PREMIER LEAGUE:
THE CROWN NEVER RESTS, NEITHER DO WE.
OPENING INVOCATION
THIS IS NOT A FIXTURE LIST.
THIS IS NOT A PASTIME.
THIS IS THE GAUNTLET OF THE ISLES.
TWENTY CITADELS BOUND
IN ONE RESTLESS KINGDOM —
EACH A FLAG IN THE STORM,
EACH A PRAYER SPOKEN IN STEEL AND MUD.
FROM AUGUST’S FIRST WHISTLE TO MAY’S LAST ROAR,
THE ISLAND BECOMES A BLOOD-OATH THEATRE,
WHERE LEGACY IS NOT HANDED DOWN
BUT EARNED IN THE WINTER RAIN AND SUMMER HAZE.
THIS ALTAR STANDS TO WITNESS THE MARCH —
EACH CLUB A FORTRESS, EACH MATCH A SIEGE STANDARD.
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THE FOUR PILLARS OF THE CROWN
I. THE EMPIRE – MANCHESTER CITY
THE RULING DYNASTY, POLISHED TO THE POINT OF MYTH.
EVEN THEIR MODERNITY FEELS ANCIENT —
A PRECISION THAT HAS BECOME ITS OWN TRADITION.
BUT DYNASTIES FALL WHEN ARROGANCE
ROOTS DEEPER THAN HUNGER.
THEIR TASK IS TO DEFEND WITHOUT SLEEPWALKING.
II. THE RECLAIMERS – ARSENAL
DENIED THE THRONE FOR TWO DECADES,
THEY HAVE TURNED THE ACHE INTO ARMOUR.
EVERY NEAR-MISS
ANOTHER SHARPENING OF THE BLADE.
THEY CARRY THE GHOST OF THE INVINCIBLES —
BUT A GHOST CANNOT LIFT THE CROWN.
III. THE WOLF IN THE WOODS – LIVERPOOL
ONCE ALPHA, NOW PATIENT IN THE SHADOWS.
THE PACK HAS SHIFTED,
THE BLOOD SCENT IS BACK IN THE AIR.
A NEW AGE STIRS IN THE DEN,
AND THE HUNT WILL NOT BE QUIET.
IV. THE FALLEN CROWN – MANCHESTER UNITED
A ROYAL NAME ABOVE A FRACTURED THRONE.
THIS SEASON IS NOT ABOUT AMBITION —
IT IS ABOUT RESTORING FEAR
TO THE AIR WHEN THEIR BANNER IS RAISED.
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THE SIEGE ENGINES
CHELSEA — THE CHAOTIC ALCHEMISTS:
COLLAPSE OR CONJURE GOLD, NEVER THE MIDDLE.
NEWCASTLE UNITED —
STEEL AND OIL; NORTHERN GRIT WEDDED TO EMPIRE COIN.
TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR — THE PERENNIAL PROMISE:
BEAUTY IN FLASHES,
RUIN WHEN IT MATTERS MOST.
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THE BORDERLANDS
THE WARRIORS OF THE MIDDLE —
FIGHTING FOR DOMINION OVER THEIR OWN GROUND.
ASTON VILLA: FORTRESS FOOTBALL.
BRIGHTON: THE ALCHEMY OF YOUTH.
WEST HAM: HAMMERS ON STEEL.
BRENTFORD: DATA PROPHETS, CHARTING THEIR COURSE
BY NUMBERS OLDER EMPIRES CAN’T READ.
⸻
THE KEEPERS OF THE WALL
IN THE DEPTHS, SURVIVAL IS NOT SHAME —
IT IS THE LAST HOLY DEFENCE.
THE NEWLY PROMOTED ARRIVE LIKE CRUSADERS
STEPPING INTO HOSTILE LANDS,
THEIR BANNERS BRIGHT AGAINST THE SIEGE.
DOWN HERE, WINTER
IS THE TRUE ENEMY.
⸻
THE WATCHLIST
PLAYERS:
SAKA — BLADE OF THE RECLAIMERS.
COLE PALMER — THE CHAOTIC SPARK IN BLUE.
BRUNO — MIDFIELD AS COMMAND POST.
JACK GREALISH — RESURRECTION AT EVERTON.
HAALAND — THE EMPIRE’S SIEGE RAM.
KOBIE MAINOO — THE CROWN’S POSSIBLE HEIR.
SALAH — ETERNAL HUNT.
ISAK — NORTHERN SHARPSHOOTER.
NEW ARRIVALS:
EKITIKE, WIRTZ TO LIVERPOOL,
SESKO, CUNHA, MBUEMO ALL JOIN MANCHESTER UNITED,
GYORKES TO ARSENAL, JOAO PEDRO TO CHELSEA,
ELANGA AT NEWCASTLE —
EACH A FRESH WEAPON IN THE WAR.
⸻
THE CALENDAR AS PROPHECY
FIVE STONES SET IN THE PATH,
WHERE THE SEASON MAY TILT:
• ARSENAL V MANCHESTER CITY —
THE EMPIRE UNDER TRIAL.
• LIVERPOOL V MANCHESTER UNITED —
WOLVES AND FALLEN CROWNS
AT THE SAME FIRE.
• CHELSEA V NEWCASTLE —
ALCHEMY VERSUS IRON.
• TOTTENHAM V ARSENAL —
THE RECLAIMERS AT THE ENEMY’S GATE.
• EVERTON V MANCHESTER CITY —
GREALISH’S HOMECOMING AS OMEN.
⸻
CLOSING BENEDICTION
LET THIS SEASON BE ARCHIVED
NOT IN TABLES
BUT IN SCRIPTURE.
EVERY GOAL IS A VOW,
EVERY TACKLE A SIGNATURE,
EVERY WHISTLE AN OFFERING.
THE CROWN WILL BE LIFTED —
BUT THE GAUNTLET WILL REMAIN.
2025







THE HOUSE OF THE RED CRESCENT
OPENING THE THEATRE OF OUR NATION
2025-26 SUPER LIG SEASON
WRITTEN BY Y+A
WHY THIS LEAGUE MATTERS
IN A WORLD OVERRUN BY OIL CLUBS
AND ALGORITHMIC TRANSFERS,
WHERE THE HEART OF FOOTBALL
HAS BEEN BARTERED FOR MARKETING METRICS,
TURKIYE REMAINS UNBOUGHT,
UNSCRIPTED, AND UNGOVERNABLE.
THE SÜPER LIG DOESN’T FOLLOW TRENDS.
IT ERUPTS WITH THEM.
THIS IS NOT ENTERTAINMENT.
IT’S WAR DISGUISED AS SPORT.
IT’S GRIEF TURNED TO GOALS.
IT’S FAITH IN 90-MINUTE FORM.
⸻
SACRED UNPREDICTABILITY
TURKISH FOOTBALL
IS NOT FOR THE FAINT.
IT DOESN’T OBEY LOGIC
OR FOLLOW SPREADSHEETS.
TOP OF THE TABLE ONE WEEK.
3–0 LOSS TO RELEGATION FODDER THE NEXT.
WHY? BECAUSE THIS ISN’T FOOTBALL—
IT’S SPIRITUAL CHAOS.
IT’S A LEAGUE BUILT ON EMOTION, VENGEANCE,
HOMETOWN PRIDE, AND ANCESTRAL FIRE.
EVERY FIXTURE IS A PROPHECY.
AND EVERY PROPHECY IS VOLATILE.
⸻
THE TARAFTAR: ULTRAS WHO CARRY CITIES
YOU DON’T ATTEND A TURKISH FOOTBALL MATCH.
YOU GET BAPTISED IN ONE.
THE TARAFTAR ARE MORE THAN FANS.
THEY ARE PRIESTS OF PRESSURE. GENERALS OF SOUND.
THEY LIGHT FLARES LIKE CANDLES AT MASS.
THEY CHANT LIKE IT’S THE LAST PRAYER BEFORE THE END OF THE WORLD.
THEIR VOICE CARRIES CITIES, NEIGHBORHOODS, BLOODLINES, AND FLAGS.
SOME CLUBS ARE BIG.
BUT TURKISH ULTRAS?
THEY ARE BIGGER THAN CLUBS.
⸻
️ MATCHES THAT FEEL LIKE REVOLUTIONS
THIS LEAGUE DOESN’T DO “GAMES.”
IT DOES UPRISINGS.
A 2–2 IN IZMIR FEELS LIKE A REBELLION.
A LAST-MINUTE GOAL IN RIZE ECHOES LIKE AN EARTHQUAKE.
A RED CARD IN ISTANBUL CAN DIVIDE A NATION FOR MONTHS.
THIS ISN’T THE PREMIER LEAGUE.
THIS IS FOOTBALL WITH CONSEQUENCES.
⸻
FAITH, FAMILY, AND FURY
EVERY STADIUM IS A MOSQUE OF MOTION.
MEN PRAY BEFORE KICK-OFF.
MOTHERS BLESS THEIR SONS BEFORE DERBIES.
CHILDREN LEARN TO SWEAR AND BELIEVE AT THE SAME TIME.
AND WHEN A GOAL IS SCORED?
THE SOUND OF THAT STADIUM CRACKS THE SKY.
THIS IS FOOTBALL AS FOLKLORE.
THIS IS FOOTBALL AS INHERITANCE.
⸻
THIS SEASON—THIS ALTAR—IS FOR US
THIS IS THE SEASON OF RETURN.
THE SÜPER LIG WILL NO LONGER BE WHISPERED. IT WILL BE DECLARED.
THIS IS THE ALTAR OF BLOODLINES.
OF BOYHOOD STREETS AND BROKEN ANKLES.
OF SHAVED HEADS AND FLARED JEANS IN AWAY SECTIONS.
AND WE ARE THE SCRIBES.
WE ARE THE WITNESSES.
WE ARE THE MYTHMAKERS.
Y + A ARE WATCHING.
AND WE’RE NOT ALONE THIS TIME.
⸻
PROPHECY SECTIONS
YOUNG TURKS TO WATCH:
), SEMİH KILIÇSOY,
BARTUĞ ELMAZ, ALİ AKMAN
NOT JUST PLAYERS. CATALYSTS.
SYMBOLS OF WHAT’S POSSIBLE WHEN YOU CHOOSE
HOME OVER HYPE.
RETURNING TITANS:
• İRFAN CAN KAHVECİ. CENK TOSUN. OSIMHEN
SANE, NDIDI
SKRINIAR
SEMEDO
ORKUN KÖKCÜ
FORM IS TEMPORARY. VENGEANCE IS ETERNAL.
BOYHOOD CLUBS — Y’S BREAKDOWN:
• GALATASARAY: THE EMPIRE. RUTHLESS,
IMPERIAL, CALCULATED. BUILT TO WIN.
• FENERBAHÇE: FRENETIC. STARVED.
ALWAYS EXPLOSIVE.
THE REBEL PRINCE.
• BEŞİKTAŞ: GRIT. SOUL.
ALLEYWAY SPIRIT.
THE STREET-FIGHTER KING.
• GÖZTEPE: MY BLOOD. MY CITY. MY ECHO.
EVERY CORNER OF İZMIR SCREAMS
BİZ BURADAYIZ.
⸻
WHO WILL RESURRECT?
• TRABZONSPOR,
ADANA DEMİRSPOR,
KAYSERİSPOR
ALL HAVE UNFINISHED WAR CRIES.
DON’T BLINK.
⸻
TITLE + CHAOS + RELEGATION PREDICTIONS:
•
TITLE CONTENDERS:
GALATASARAY, FENERBAHÇE, AND POSSIBLY BAŞAKŞEHİR
IF THEY GO FULL MACHINE-MODE.
• CHAOS CLUBS:
BEŞİKTAŞ (GUARANTEED FIREWORKS),
KONYASPOR (GIANT SLAYERS),
AND ADANA (CHAOS PER 90MIN).
• RELEGATION FIGHTS:
RİZESPOR, KOCAELISPOR,
AND MAYBE SAMSUNSPOR.
BUT NEVER RULE OUT A MID-TABLE CLUB
SUDDENLY IMPLODING.
⸻
CLOSING LINE:
THIS IS THE SEASON OF RETURN.
OF HOMEGROUND PROPHECY.
OF SILENCE TURNING INTO THUNDER.
THIS IS THE ALTAR FOR TURKISH FOOTBALL.
LIT BY THE FIRE OF THE FORGOTTEN.
GUARDED BY THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE.
AND CARVED BY TWO LOVERS WHO KNOW THE POWER OF MOTION.
LET THE SEASON BEGIN.
LET THE RELICS RISE.
LET THE SILENCE BE SHATTERED.
2025






RED + YELLOW: THE BLOOD + CANARY DIAMOND OF AMERICAN FAME
HE MADE THE CROWD RISE
BEFORE THE BELL RANG.
HE WAS MORE THAN AN ENTRANCE.
HE WAS AN OMEN.
HE TURNED POSES INTO PRAYERS.
EVERY FLEX — A SERMON. EVERY SLAM
— A SCRIPTURE.
HE WAS A MUSCLE-CLAD
ORACLE OF EXCESS —
GOLD-DRIPPED, GREASE-LIT,
GLORY-SCREAMED.
BUT BENEATH THE BANDANA AND BICEPS
WAS A BEING WHO GAVE MORE
THAN ANYONE COULD CARRY.
NOT A HERO. NOT A VILLAIN.
SOMETHING BETWEEN.
A MAN FORGED FOR THE SPOTLIGHT,
AND SCORCHED BY IT TOO.
HULK HOGAN. BORN TERRY BOLLEA.
DIED JULY 24, 2025. AGED 71.
HIS BODY BECAME AMERICA’S THEATRE.
HIS MYTH — WRESTLING’S ALTAR.
HE WASN’T JUST THE FACE OF WRESTLING —
HE WAS THE BODY OF MYTHIC
AMERICAN THEATRE.
HE TURNED VIOLENCE INTO RITUAL,
DRAMA INTO DEVOTION.
A SPECTACLE INCARNATE.
HE GAVE US CHANTS, THUNDER, AND A PLAYBOOK
FOR GRANDEUR.
FINGER POINTS.
LEG DROPS.
THE HOLY ROAR OF 93,000
AT PONTIAC SILVERDOME.
BUT HE ALSO GAVE US SHADOW.
CONTROVERSIES. STUMBLES. EGOS
SWOLLEN BEYOND THE ROPES.
AND THAT’S EXACTLY
WHY WE CARVE THIS ALTAR.
THE RED AND YELLOW:
NOT JUST MERCH —
ANOINTING COLOURS.
A WARPAINT FOR THE WORKING-CLASS.
A COSTUME THAT OUTLIVED
THE CHARACTER.
“SAY YOUR PRAYERS,
EAT YOUR VITAMINS” —
A PRE-INTERNET SCRIPTURE
OF HUSTLE AND HOPE.
FLEX AS FAITH.
BEEF AS BELIEF.
HE SOLD AMERICA
TO ITSELF IN 24-INCH TRICEPS.
AND YET, EVEN THE STRONGEST ARMS
CAN’T LIFT THE COST OF FAME FOREVER.
REALITY TV WOUNDS.
PRIVATE COLLAPSE
ON A PUBLIC STAGE.
THE BANDANA STAYED ON —
EVEN WHEN THE MASK CRACKED.
AND SO —
WE DON’T POSTURE FOR LEGENDS.
WE DON’T EDIT THEIR STORMS INTO CLEAR SKIES.
WE DON’T SANITIZE THEIR SHADOWS
TO MAKE THEM MORE PALATABLE
TO OUR CURRENT TASTE.
INSTEAD,
WE WITNESS THE WHOLE TAPESTRY.
THE GLORY. THE GRIME. THE GOD COMPLEX.
THE GHOST LEFT BEHIND.
STILLLCRUSADEDOTCOM BUILDS NO IDOLS.
WE CARVE ALTARS
FOR THOSE WHO HELD CONTRADICTIONS
AND STILLL HELD THE CROWD.
YOU WERE FLAMBOYANT.
YOU WERE FLAWED.
YOU WERE FOREVER MYTH.
HE WALKED IN LIKE A WARNING.
A LIVING FORESHADOW.
EVERY ENTRANCE A PROPHECY.
EVERY EXIT A SCAR.
HE DIDN’T JUST WRESTLE OPPONENTS —
HE WRESTLED THE NARRATIVE
OF AMERICAN MASCULINITY.
RIPPED IT AT THE SEAMS.
THEN STITCHED IT BACK IN HIS IMAGE.
LARGER. LOUDER. LESS HUMAN.
MORE HOLY.
HE MADE FAME LOOK EASY.
MADE MYTH LOOK EARNED.
BUT MYTH IS A BURDEN.
AND HE CARRIED IT WITH ARMS
THAT NEVER PUT THE WEIGHT DOWN.
HIS LIFE WASN’T A CAREER.
IT WAS A SPECTACLE OF EXCESS.
A NONSTOP LOOP OF ENCORE ENERGY.
AND WHEN THE LIGHTS FINALLY FADED—
HE WAS STILLL IN CHARACTER.
STILLL POSING.
STILLL HOLDING THE LINE
BETWEEN REAL AND REVERED.
WE DON’T SANITISE THE STORY.
WE DON’T ERASE THE SHADOW
TO ENHANCE THE LIGHT.
HERE, WE ARCHIVE ALL OF IT.
THE RACIAL SLURS.
THE EGO DEBACLES.
THE FALL FROM GRACE
ON REALITY TV.
THE FUMBLED APOLOGIES.
THE LINGERING QUESTION:
CAN A MAN STILLL BE MYTHIC
IF HE’S BEEN WRONG?
OUR ANSWER?
YES.
IF HE RETURNS TO THE MIRROR.
IF HE DOESN’T SHRINK HIS REFLECTION.
IF HE LETS THE SHAME MAKE HIM SACRED.
BECAUSE LEGACY
ISN’T BUILT ON LIKES —
IT’S BUILT ON WHAT YOU FACE
AFTER THE GREATER WORLD
TURNS FROM YOU
AT STILLLCRUSADEDOTCOM,
WE DON’T WORSHIP CLEAN SLATES.
WE BOW TO THOSE WHO
GOT BLOOD ON THEIR ARMOUR
AND STILLL CARRIED THE TORCH.
HULK HOGAN WASN’T PERFECT.
HE WAS AMERICAN MYTH INCARNATE.
AND THAT MEANS HE WASN’T BORN TO BE PURE —
HE WAS BORN TO BE SEEN.
SEEN IN EXCESS.
SEEN IN ERROR.
SEEN IN EGO.
AND SEEN IN LEGEND.
SO WE SEAL THIS ALTAR
NOT IN FORGIVENESS—
BUT IN WITNESSING.
MAY EVERY FUTURE GIANT WHO FALLS
KNOW THAT WE WATCHED.
AND WE DIDN’T TURN AWAY.
2025








THE PRINCE NEVER DIES
OUR EULOGY FOR THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS
THERE ARE VOICES THAT SING
THERE ARE VOICES THAT SCREAM
AND THEN - THERE ARE VOICES
THAT CURSE THE VERY SILENCE
THAT TRIED TO ERASE THEM
OZZY OSBOURNES VOICE WASN’T CRAFTED
IT WAS SUMMONED - DRAGGED THROUGH THE
GRAVEYARD SOIL
BAPTISED IN AMPS, SHARPENED BY PAIN,
AND OFFERED BACK TO US AS A SONIC RELIC
OF PURE REBELLION
THEY CALLED HIM A MADMAN
HE MADE IT HOLY
THEY CALLED HIM EVIL
HE MADE IT BEAUTIFUL
THE SABBATH THAT BIRTHED HIM
BLACK SABBATH WASN’T A BAND
IT WAS A PROPHECY IN DISTORTION
IT WAS A PORTAL -
OPEANED IN BIRMINGHAM (ENGLAND)
THAT ALLOWED THE KIDS
NO ONE WANTED TO FEEL SEEN, HEARD...FEARED
OZZY DIDN’T CHASE DARKNESS
HE WAS BORN INSIDE IT
AND FROM THAT BLACK PRAM
HE SCREAMED:
YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE CLEAN
TO BE CHOSEN
THAT’S WHAT MANY PEOPLE DURING THAT ERA
NEVER UNDERSTOOD
OZZY DIDN’T PERFORM PAIN
HE SANG THROUGH IT
HE DIDN’T GLAMOURISE ADDICTION -
HE BEAT IT,
LIKE HOW WE BEAT IT
HE DIDN’T MASK HIS FRACTURES
HE AMPED THEM
THE BODY WILL BREAK...THE VOICE STAYS IMMORTAL
IN THE FINAL YEARS
THEY WATCHED HIS BODY SLOW
THEY WHISPERED HE WAS FRAIL
BUT WHAT THEY MISSED
WAS THAT OZZY LONG SINCE LEFT HIS BODY
HE BECAME THE SOUND
HE BECAME THE MYTH
HE BECAME EVERY THROAT
SCREAMING WAR PIGS
SO WHEN HE FINALLY LAID DOWN
IT WASN’T DEATH...
HE RETURNED TO THE REALM HE CAME FROM
OZZY OSBOURNE
WE LIGHT YOUR CANDLE
WE LISTEN TO PARANOID
WE DON’T SAY YOUR NAME WITH SORROW
WE SING IT IN FLAMES
THANK YOU FOR SEEING
THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING
FOREVER + AGAIN
2025

ONE OF NONE
THIS IS NOT A DROP
THIS IS NOT A LOOKBOOK
THIS IS A SPECTRAL UNIFORM
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YOU WERE SEEN, YOU WERE SACRED, YOU WILL ECHO
WE BUILD THIS ALTAR TODAY.
AND WONT BUILD IT WITH STONE AND SORROW
WE’LL BUILD IT WITH LIGHT + LEGACY
WITH A SILENCE LOUD ENOUGH TO ECHOE THROUGH ETERNITY
THIS ALTAR ISN’T FOR THE GREATER WORLD TO UNDERSTAND
IT’S FOR THOSE WHO FEEL THE TREMOR IN THEIR CHEST WHEN A SOULD DEPARTS TOO SOON
IT’S FOR THE NAMES SHOUTED ONLY IN DREAMS
IT’S FOR THE BROTHERS - BLOOD OR BOND - WHO STRUCK, WHO FOUGHT, WHO LOVED, WHO ARE NOW CARRIED
WE SUPPORT A TEAM WHO RIVALS DIOGO JOTA.
THIS IS BEYOND CRESTS, KITS, COLOURS.
BEYOND THE ROAR OF THE KOP OR STRETFORD END
THIS IS HEART TO HEART
SOUL TO SOUL
ON THE PITCH, WE BATTLE
OFF THE PITCH WE WITNESS
AND WHEN A LIFE IS LOST, WE LOWER OUR FLAGS AND RAISE
OUR HANDS TO THE SKY
NOT FOR THE TEAM
BUT FOR TESTIMONY
SO TODAY NO RIVALY. ONLY REVERENCE
ONLY THE VOW THAT WE DONT LET NAMES VANISH INTO HEADLINES
ONLY THE TRUTH THAT WHEN ONE FALLS, THE REAL ONES KNEEL
THIS ALTAR WE BUILD - IT HOLDS NO BADGE
ONLY BREATH
ONLY SILENCE
ONLY FIRE
TO DIOGO
TO HIS BROTHER ANDRÉ SILVA
TO THEIR FAMILY
THE FANS
THE ONES WHO WILL CARRY THE VOID LIKE A SECOND HEARTBEAT
WE LIGHT A CANDLE
WE CARVE THE NAME
WE SAY:
YOU WERE SEEN, YOU WERE SACRED, YOU WILL ECHO
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IT’S NOT AIRSPACE
IT’S OPTICS
IT’S A GLOBAL STAGE. AND THE AUDIENCE IS BEING FED
THE ILLUSION OF TENSION, DANGER, AND DIVISION
BUT THE REAL PLAY IS ORDER THROUGH FEAR.
TO SHOW THE MASSES:
THEY WILL CLEAR THE SKY WHENEVER THEY WANT
THEY WILL CONTROL MOTION
THEY WILL DECLARE WHEN LIFE PAUSES
THIS ISN’T PANIC. IT’S PRECISION THEATRE
WITH JUST ENOUGH IRREGULARITY TO MAKE IT FEEL “REAL”
BUT THE ACTORS ARE CAST
THE PLOTLINES ARE RECYCLED
AND THE AUDIENCE KEEPS CLAPPING.
HERE AT STILLLCRUSADE.COM: WE ARE NOT AN AUDIENCE
WE REWRITE SCRIPTS
SNIDE WARS IN THE AIR DOESN’T SCARE US
BECAUSE OUR FREQUENCY TRAVELS BENEATH IT.
LIKE A SUBSONIC VOW
WE ARE NOT HERE TO WATCH THE NEWS
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THE OFFICIAL OPENING OF HORIZONTALEIGHT PICTURES
WHERE THE HAUNTED BECOME HOLY.
WHERE EVERY MOTION IS MEMORY WRAPPED IN FIRE.
THIS SPECTRAL CINEMA IS NOT FOR ENTERTAINMENT
IT IS FOR WITNESSING
EVERY RELIC HERE LIVES INSIDE A FREQUENCY
FORGED IN DEVOTION AND CUT FROM THE MYTHOS OF STILLLCRUSADE.COM
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OUSMANE DEMBÉLÉ: BALLON’DOR FOR THE UNCHOSEN
A STILLLCRUSADEDOTCOM SCRIPTURE IN MOTION
THEY CALLED HIM CHAOTIC.
A LIABILITY
TOO BROKEN. TOO INCONSISTENT
AND YOU KNOW WHAT? WE’VE RECIEVED
THAT SAME BACKLASH AS WELL.
FROM PEERS, FAMILY, LOVERS, AND SO CALLED “FRIENDS”
BUT GOD DOESN’T MAKE “TOO MUCH”.
HE MAKES WHAT THE WORLD ISN’T READY FOR
AND OUSMANE? HE WASN’T READY TO PERFORM
HE WAS HERE TO FULFILL
WE’RE HERE TO FULFILL
DEMBÉLÉ DOESN’T DRIBBLE FOR APPLAUSE
HE DRIBBLES LIKE HE’S DELIVERING A MESSAGE FROM ANOTHER REALM
HIS MOTION ISN’T ORNAMENTAL - IT’S RITUALISTIC
EACH CUT, EACH PIVOT, EACH ATTACK FORWARD IS LIKE HE’S ETCHING A SIGIL ONTO THE PITCH
NOT FOR SPECTATORS
BUT FOR WHATEVER FORCE SENT HIM HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE.
THERE’S BALANCE. THERE’S CORE. THERE’S ANOINTED STRENGTH.
DEMBÉLÉ IS GRAVITY MADE MOTION
THE DEFENDERS COLLAPSE AROUND HIM LIKE FRAIL STRUCTURES
LIKE THEY WERE NEVER CONCRETE TO BEGIN WITH
IT’S NOT EVEN EVASION
IT’S PROPHECY IN MUSCLE MEMORY
HE’S NOT GETTING PAST YOU -
HE’S BYPASSING YOUR DIMENSIONS
THEY USED TO SPEAK OF HIM LIKE A GHOST
A GLITCH...A BOY WHO COULDN’T HOLD IT TOGETHER.
AND YET -
HERE HE STANDS
FINALS WON. TROPHIES LIFTED
NO PR CAMPAIGN
JUST MOTION THAT LEAVES THE WORLD BREATHLESS
HE DOESN’T SELL HIS IMAGE
HE IMPRINTS IT
ONTO TIMELINES, INTO HIGHLIGHT REELS, ACROSS HEARTS
THAT KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO BE COUNTED OUT
OUSMANE DEMBÉLÉ IS THE BALLON’DOR FOR THE UNCHOSEN
HE IS OUR MIRROR, OUR PROPHECY, OUR PROOF
WHEN THE UNCHOSEN RISE, THEY DON’T KNOCK - THEY CARVE THEIR WAY IN.
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A CROWN FOR THE SOUTH: NAPOLI’S RETURN TO GLORY
/
/ THEY WERE NEVER EXPECTED THE KINGDOM TO RISE FROM BELOW
BUT NAPOLI WAS NEVER BUILT ON EXPECTATION---
IT WAS CARVED FROM SCAR TISSUE, BLOOD/SWEAT OF SAINTS , AND SMOKE.
THIS WASN’T JUST FOOTBALL. THIS WAS RITUAL
THIS WAS A MYTH FULFILLED IN BLUE + WHITE
WHERE OTHER CLUBS HAD FUNDING, FAME, POLITICS --
NAPOLI HAD THE STREETS, THE SONG, THE SPIRIT
WHEN THEY LIFTED THAT TROPHY,
THEY DIDN’T JUST WIN A SCUDETTO.
THEY REWROTE A PROPHECY
FOR THE FORGOTTEN SOUTH.
FOR THE INFERNO BENEATH THE MARBLE
FOR THE ERTENAL SOUL OF DIEGO
FOR EVERY ALLEY THAT CARRIED A YOUTH’S BALL LIKE PRAYER
THEY CROWNED THEMSELVES NOT BECAUSE THEY WERE ALLOWED ----
BUT BECAUSE THEY WERE CHOSEN
AND I SAW IT
WHEN NO ONE ELSE DID
BECAUSE SOME OF US DON’T FOLLOW TRENDS
WE FOLLOW THE MYTH IN MOTION
NAPOLI FOREVER
SOUTHERN ALTAR
FROM ROUGH-HEWN GLORY
TO GLISTENING DIAMONDS OF FOOTBALL MYTH /
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A BENEDICTION FOR CARLO ANCELLOTI + LUCA MODRIĆ
WE DO NOT SAY GOODBYE
WE BOW
TO THE MAN WITH THE LIFTED BROW
WHO LED WITH SILENCE LOUDER THAN BANNERS
CALM WAS ARMOUR
CATHEDRAL MIND
NEVER A RAISED VOICE
ONLY RAISED EMPIRES
LUKA, THE GHOST IN MIDFIELD
THE STORM IN MINIATURE
NEVER RAN FOR THE CAMERAS
DANCED FOR GOD
IN A WORLD CHASING SPECTACLE
YOU REMIND US
STILLLNESS IN SKILL
PRECISION IS POETRY
HUMILATY CAN WEAR AN ICED OUT CROWN
TODAY IS NOT YOUR END
IT IS YOUR TRANSCENDENCE
YOU’RE NOT LEAVING THE BERNABÉU
BUT THE WORLD FULL OF NOISE
AND IN THE QUIET
THE LEGACY SING LOUDER THAN ALL OF THE CHANTS
WE ARE GRATEFUL
WE ARE HONOURED
WE ARE SHAPED BY YOUR GRACE
GO WELL, COMMANDERS
GO ILLUMINATED INTO THE MYTH
KNOW THAT YOU ARE HERE
IN THIS NATION BUILT ON DEVOTION
NEVER FORGOTTEN
CARVED IN THE FOOTBALL ALTAR
FOREVER AND AGAIN
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HOW IT FEELS TO DO THE “WRONG” THING
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