Bellingham is 17.
Seventeen dives, whinges and moans. Overhyped gobshite and knobhead, thanks to the Mardrid PR machine and the typical brit media cunts. A brummie TwEarps.
Three all, take it fascist cowards. Mandriles rested 9 days, covered their arses with the roof to hear the echo of their farts, and smell their toxic "atmosphere" hyped by the blancos presstitutes, applied italian catenaccio and counter, and couldn't beat the not so brilliant as usual boys in blue.
Lucky bastards, with two deflections thought they were having it. Enter stage right Sir Phillip of Foden to level things up with a thunderbastard of a goal. Enter stage left Josko Gvardiol with a worldie of similar quality. They were bricking it but luck helped the diving cheats.
Great attitude and mentality of our lads, when behind they had the composure to stear things up.
Come on!