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Good Riddance Team USA
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Yo fuckin’ America! Have I got a beefy chunk of a celebratory post here or fuckin what! On July 6, 2026. Round of 16. Belgium 4, United States 1….
Not even close! Not a valiant defeat…. Not “we showed heart!” It was a straight-up, no-lube, balls-deep violation on the biggest stage on Earth — again and FUCKIN AGAIN! The USMNT didn’t just lose—they got turned inside out, bent over the penalty spot, and left leaking tears, excuses, and whatever dignity they pretended to have. The final whistle sounded like the moan of a broken man who just realized his entire life was a lie — their loco El Presidente Donald Gump’s life story kids…
Lemme start with the obvious: these motherfuckers performed like a second-rate Cirque Du Soleil troupe that got lost on the way to their Vegas residency and accidentally wandered onto a real soccer pitch — WHOA! All the flashy flips, the dramatic dives, the “look at me, I’m athletic” acrobatics—pure Hollywood bullshit theatrics like American stalkers faggots and cunts six’n you at American Supermarkets staging ways to taint your groceries cause you told truth to their g-fag stalker agent power…
They flailed around like overpaid contortionists trying to make falling on their faces look intentional… Their defense? A human pyramid that collapsed the second Belgium breathed on it! The midfield? A bunch of jugglers who kept dropping the ball and then slipping on their own banana peels of incompetence, total American monkey shit! And the attack? Don’t make me laugh! They couldn’t score if the goal was the size of their Grand Canyon and Belgium’s keeper was blindfolded and handcuffed by their ICE stalker agent bitches and fags! It was performance art, not sport! Book them for the Bellagio fountain show next—they already know how to drown in public…
But let’s be real cause Americanos didn’t just look like clowns. They looked like a roving pack of gay punks from North Hollywood who take it up the ass on the regular! You know the type—skinny jeans, ironic mustaches, cruising the streets looking for the next dominant stranger to wreck them filthy asses! That’s exactly how the USMNT played: legs spread, cheeks parted, moaning “harder daddy” every time Belgium’s forwards ran through them like they were auditioning for a glory-hole special.
First goal? Penetrated like a cheap bottom who forgot his safe word. Second goal? They were already face-down, ass-up, begging for more! By the fourth, the entire back line was just lying there, used and discarded, while Belgium wiped their dicks off on the American flag and walked away laughing! It wasn’t a soccer match. It was a live-streamed gangbang and the USA was the star attraction getting absolutely destroyed for the world’s entertainment….
And the scoreline? 4-1…. Could’ve been 8-1 if Belgium hadn’t gotten bored halfway through and started playing keep-away just to humiliate them further. Their American “defense” was about as effective as a screen door on their soon to be outdated NAVY faggot submarine. Their goalkeeper flapped around like a drunk drag queen who lost her heels…. Their fullbacks? They spent more time on their backs than a North Hollywood rent boy on payday…. Every time Belgium attacked, it was like watching a group of submissive twinks get tag-teamed by a rugby team. No resistance! No fight…. Just open legs and quiet whimpering!
Here’s some free advice, you delusional American wannabe soccer Pro’s fucks: stick to your inferior American pussy game of football! That’s right—your padded-up, commercial-break-every-two-minutes, helmet-and-shoulder-pad circle-jerk where soft little bitches need body armor because they can’t handle a real tackle. Soccer is the superior sport! Period! It’s played with actual feet, actual skill, actual nonstop athleticism…. No timeouts for feelings! No commercials selling boner pills every five seconds. No fat guys in tights pretending they’re warriors while they take breathers after every play. The rest of the planet figured this out decades ago…. Soccer rewards technique, vision, endurance, and balls—the kind you grow on the pitch, not the kind you stuff into a jockstrap because you’re scared of contact. American football is what insecure empire-builders invented so they could feel tough without actually being tough. It’s cosplay for cowards. Soccer is the beautiful game…. The world’s game... The one that exposes frauds like the USMNT the second they step outside their little padded bubble….
You spent years jerking yourselves off about how “soccer is finally arriving in America.” MLS hype! “This is our generation.” Billion-dollar stadiums… Corporate sponsorships…. All of it exposed as the biggest con since the last time you tried to sell the world on your exceptionalism. You hosted the damn World Cup and still got eliminated by Belgium like a bunch of tourists who wandered into the wrong neighborhood. Belgium! A country famous for waffles, chocolate, and apparently turning American “men” into quivering, goal-leaking messes. The rest of the world is laughing so hard they’re pissing themselves. And you deserve every drop!
Your fans? The ones who painted their faces and chanted “USA! USA!” like brain-damaged cult members? They got the rude awakening they’ve needed since 1950! Turns out waving a flag doesn’t magically make your team not suck. Your players? Overhyped, overpaid, under-delivering frauds who will now crawl back to their European clubs or MLS retirement homes and pretend this never happened. Your federation? A joke! Your entire soccer “culture”? A participation trophy wrapped in red, white, and blue denial — again and again, just like your saggy old bruiser Prez is in denial of American Global INFERIORITY buckling under China’s SUPERIORITY!
So take your ball—wait, your egg—and go home! Go watch your real men (lol) in helmets smash into each other for three hours of actual gameplay and four hours of ads that make you eat over-processed JUNK FOOD at Walmart and turn your entire families into SUMO Wrestling Clubs all ovuh USA!
Go back to a sport where the biggest skill is not getting concussed before age 30! Leave the real game to people who can actually play it without crying, flopping, or getting publicly sodomized on live television….
The 2026 World Cup just got a whole lot better now that you’re gone.. Fuck yeah….. The pitch is cleaner... The air smells less like failure and cheap cologne…. The beautiful game can continue without your embarrassing, ass-up, clown-makeup-wearing sideshow.
Good Riddance USA!
https://www.myvideotime.com/video/188/full-video-footage-of-my-mothers-abduction-captured-on-12-06-2017/
Not on your side, and will never be!
Stateless Warrior!
Not even close! Not a valiant defeat…. Not “we showed heart!” It was a straight-up, no-lube, balls-deep violation on the biggest stage on Earth — again and FUCKIN AGAIN! The USMNT didn’t just lose—they got turned inside out, bent over the penalty spot, and left leaking tears, excuses, and whatever dignity they pretended to have. The final whistle sounded like the moan of a broken man who just realized his entire life was a lie — their loco El Presidente Donald Gump’s life story kids…
Lemme start with the obvious: these motherfuckers performed like a second-rate Cirque Du Soleil troupe that got lost on the way to their Vegas residency and accidentally wandered onto a real soccer pitch — WHOA! All the flashy flips, the dramatic dives, the “look at me, I’m athletic” acrobatics—pure Hollywood bullshit theatrics like American stalkers faggots and cunts six’n you at American Supermarkets staging ways to taint your groceries cause you told truth to their g-fag stalker agent power…
They flailed around like overpaid contortionists trying to make falling on their faces look intentional… Their defense? A human pyramid that collapsed the second Belgium breathed on it! The midfield? A bunch of jugglers who kept dropping the ball and then slipping on their own banana peels of incompetence, total American monkey shit! And the attack? Don’t make me laugh! They couldn’t score if the goal was the size of their Grand Canyon and Belgium’s keeper was blindfolded and handcuffed by their ICE stalker agent bitches and fags! It was performance art, not sport! Book them for the Bellagio fountain show next—they already know how to drown in public…
But let’s be real cause Americanos didn’t just look like clowns. They looked like a roving pack of gay punks from North Hollywood who take it up the ass on the regular! You know the type—skinny jeans, ironic mustaches, cruising the streets looking for the next dominant stranger to wreck them filthy asses! That’s exactly how the USMNT played: legs spread, cheeks parted, moaning “harder daddy” every time Belgium’s forwards ran through them like they were auditioning for a glory-hole special.
First goal? Penetrated like a cheap bottom who forgot his safe word. Second goal? They were already face-down, ass-up, begging for more! By the fourth, the entire back line was just lying there, used and discarded, while Belgium wiped their dicks off on the American flag and walked away laughing! It wasn’t a soccer match. It was a live-streamed gangbang and the USA was the star attraction getting absolutely destroyed for the world’s entertainment….
And the scoreline? 4-1…. Could’ve been 8-1 if Belgium hadn’t gotten bored halfway through and started playing keep-away just to humiliate them further. Their American “defense” was about as effective as a screen door on their soon to be outdated NAVY faggot submarine. Their goalkeeper flapped around like a drunk drag queen who lost her heels…. Their fullbacks? They spent more time on their backs than a North Hollywood rent boy on payday…. Every time Belgium attacked, it was like watching a group of submissive twinks get tag-teamed by a rugby team. No resistance! No fight…. Just open legs and quiet whimpering!
Here’s some free advice, you delusional American wannabe soccer Pro’s fucks: stick to your inferior American pussy game of football! That’s right—your padded-up, commercial-break-every-two-minutes, helmet-and-shoulder-pad circle-jerk where soft little bitches need body armor because they can’t handle a real tackle. Soccer is the superior sport! Period! It’s played with actual feet, actual skill, actual nonstop athleticism…. No timeouts for feelings! No commercials selling boner pills every five seconds. No fat guys in tights pretending they’re warriors while they take breathers after every play. The rest of the planet figured this out decades ago…. Soccer rewards technique, vision, endurance, and balls—the kind you grow on the pitch, not the kind you stuff into a jockstrap because you’re scared of contact. American football is what insecure empire-builders invented so they could feel tough without actually being tough. It’s cosplay for cowards. Soccer is the beautiful game…. The world’s game... The one that exposes frauds like the USMNT the second they step outside their little padded bubble….
You spent years jerking yourselves off about how “soccer is finally arriving in America.” MLS hype! “This is our generation.” Billion-dollar stadiums… Corporate sponsorships…. All of it exposed as the biggest con since the last time you tried to sell the world on your exceptionalism. You hosted the damn World Cup and still got eliminated by Belgium like a bunch of tourists who wandered into the wrong neighborhood. Belgium! A country famous for waffles, chocolate, and apparently turning American “men” into quivering, goal-leaking messes. The rest of the world is laughing so hard they’re pissing themselves. And you deserve every drop!
Your fans? The ones who painted their faces and chanted “USA! USA!” like brain-damaged cult members? They got the rude awakening they’ve needed since 1950! Turns out waving a flag doesn’t magically make your team not suck. Your players? Overhyped, overpaid, under-delivering frauds who will now crawl back to their European clubs or MLS retirement homes and pretend this never happened. Your federation? A joke! Your entire soccer “culture”? A participation trophy wrapped in red, white, and blue denial — again and again, just like your saggy old bruiser Prez is in denial of American Global INFERIORITY buckling under China’s SUPERIORITY!
So take your ball—wait, your egg—and go home! Go watch your real men (lol) in helmets smash into each other for three hours of actual gameplay and four hours of ads that make you eat over-processed JUNK FOOD at Walmart and turn your entire families into SUMO Wrestling Clubs all ovuh USA!
Go back to a sport where the biggest skill is not getting concussed before age 30! Leave the real game to people who can actually play it without crying, flopping, or getting publicly sodomized on live television….
The 2026 World Cup just got a whole lot better now that you’re gone.. Fuck yeah….. The pitch is cleaner... The air smells less like failure and cheap cologne…. The beautiful game can continue without your embarrassing, ass-up, clown-makeup-wearing sideshow.
Good Riddance USA!
https://www.myvideotime.com/video/188/full-video-footage-of-my-mothers-abduction-captured-on-12-06-2017/
Not on your side, and will never be!
Stateless Warrior!
