THE FINAL TSUUUUUUUUUUUUU ?

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Picture the scene.

>You are the greatest of all time.
>People whisper that you are the best to ever play the sport, other scream fanatically as you walk past them in the street.
>You have accolades from every journalist, publication, sporting body around, including some from your peers who also rate you as the best to ever grace the hallowed turf.
>You have wealth, MILLIONS, you pay for peoples operations, you save lives, you have a fucking foundation that looks after thousands of people.
>You have pretty much everything that money can buy, and plenty of stuff that money cant. >You have signed memorabilia and medals from all of your achievements.
>You have won pretty much everything there is to be won in football, you even virtually single handedly won your nation an international tournament.
>You have a fucking museum dedicated to you.

One day, someone reports that you are a tax fraud.
>You believe this not to be true, but it's too late, the world has turned on you.
>You are angry at the injustice, you feel betrayed by your closest allies, club staff who you trusted are quick to pour scorn on rumour but some stay silent, and that silence is damning.
>You are furious, and the chairman finally agrees to meet you in his office.
>You are demanding an explanation but you get nothing in return.
>Suddenly you feel like you are all alone.

And then you see pic related
>It's there, looking at you.
>Mocking you.
>The whole world is laughing at you and this, this fucking abomination is looking back at you, but not quite directly in the eye because it is a little wonky. You snap.


TSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU