The Grealish fanboys, bots, and apologists will flood in with excuses faster than high-frequency traders on Wall Street—scurrying, screeching, and scrambling for cover. And trust me, their mental gymnastics? Not just Olympic-level—these people are out here doing 10D quantum backflips, bending logic like Neo dodging bullets in The Matrix. They are inventing new laws of physics just to twist reality in Grealish’s favor.
I've moved through industries, crossed paths with manipulators, sales sharks, lobbyists and corporate spin-doctors. I’ve met different type of hustlers, strategists, and corporate sharks—corporate suits, street-level grinders, and high-level thinkers. I’ve watched politicians lie to millions with a straight face, twisting words like a speech impediment, seen defense attorneys turn cold-blooded killers into misunderstood saints. But nothing—NOTHING—compares to the reality-warping, logic-twisting, history-erasing and editing insanity of Grealish's die-hard worshippers.
These people don’t argue; they perform. It’s a circus act—high-flying goalpost shifting, double-twist deflections, and full-scale reality denial that would make Orwell himself choke on his tea. It’s mental contortionism on a supernatural level. Show them facts? They close their eyes. Show them stats? They cry "context!" Show them reality? They simply reject it.
No matter how clear the truth is, they will build an entire multiverse of excuses, shifting goalposts with the agility of a prime Messi dribbling through defenders.
And when they’re out of moves? When every excuse has been obliterated? That’s when they hit you with the final boss-level gaslighting: 'You just don’t understand football.' Ah yes, the last refuge of the defeated—pretending you’re the one who just doesn’t "get it."
There is no discussion. There is no reasoning. You’re not debating with people—you’re fighting against a belief system, a cult, a religion where Grealish is their false prophet and reality is their greatest enemy. You don’t convince them. You just let them be, Grealish will continue to be Grealish, unprofessional, overhyped, overprotected, wildly overpriced, and perpetually underperforming against a bar that’s already been set so low it’s practically underground.
