sashayed:

Heres José Mourinho and Rui Faria going through customs. My connecting-in flight from Quebec was an hour late, my flight was leaving in two minutes, and I was in literal TEARS of frustration getting stuck behind all these guys in their fucking Chelsea kits. I was like WHAT IS THIS, THE GODDAMN YOUTH TEAM? IS THIS, FUCKIN, BALONCESTO??? Then I saw Rui and was like….I know this man. From college? Was he my teacher? No, I know him from something else. From sports? From….screaming…..at my laptop……..for two years???? Then, slowly, I realized that the dude next to him was actual IRL Jose Mourinho. And the guy up there with both of them whose head u can see was John Terry. Then I finally registered the voice directly behind me, the one who had been joshing with one of the quieter guys. “No Spaness?” the voice was saying jocularly. “No Englees? Only Franch?” I turned my head so so so slowly, like I was in Jurassic Park and all the birds had gone abruptly silent.

do you guys….understand.