🇫🇷 Perdimos
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🇩🇪 Perdimos
🇨🇭 Perdimos
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🇨🇴 GRACIAS GUERREROS
🇦🇷 Todo fue muy raro no? Los jugadores, las energías, las vibras... muy extraño 🤔
O sea que los dos millones de votantes de primera vuelta votaron por algo que ya no tiene vigencia, y los treinta millones que escuchamos sus propuestas, escuchamos un plan que no existía.
Hay un programa de gobierno de primera vuelta y otro de segunda vuelta. Uno para una clase de peruanos y otro para la otra clase.
Traicionó a Castillo, traicionó a Yehude Simon y está traicionando a su electorado.
Real question, did the old CoDs even have an anti cheat? 🤔
Back in their prime, I don’t remember running into cheaters in pubs or ranked at all.
Only time I ever noticed anything sketchy was way later, after the game had already gone through its full life cycle.
Arsenal are bottlers” is one of the laziest narratives in modern football ,and it doesn’t survive contact with reality.
2022/23: Youngest team in the title race. No one expected a challenge. They finished on 84 points and accelerated the project by years. That’s overachievement, not bottling.
2023/24: Took arguably the best club side on the planet to the final day. Won 16 of their last 18 league games. Finished on 89 points. That’s title-winning form in most seasons. Losing narrowly to a machine isn’t collapse, it’s elite competition.
2024/25: Decimated by injuries across key positions. Defensive rotations disrupted, midfield balance constantly shifting. Still competitive. That’s resilience.
2025/26: Seven points clear. Composed. Structured. Mature. Strong defensively. Managing games better than ever.
This isn’t a team that crumbles. It’s a team that has grown year on year, from promising to contenders to dominant.
The only reason the “bottling” tag exists is because Arsenal dared to compete earlier than expected, and people froze that moment in time.
Progression isn’t bottling. Pushing greatness to the brink isn’t bottling. Building sustainably at the top level isn’t bottling.
It’s called evolution.
And when the trophy comes, the narrative disappears overnight.