On behalf of the finest emissaries of the earth, I (John Destiny O.) humbly express our collective support and uproar to yee all, (the Gaffer, the entire squad and its technical crew) in Russia 2018 at the very moment.
However, it is vividly glaring that yee all are in one of the coldest shores of the world which seemingly suffocates breathing, apace. Indeed, we comprehensively believe that yee are on a sojournary quest not just to stare and marvel at the embellished cities of Moscow or to test the theaters of mortal football but categorically, to make an indelible mark and glory for thy continent and selves; where thy legendary valour would be whispered in hushed awe to thousands of generations upon many millennia unseen.
Like veteran Field Marshals on a mission from the shores of Africa, you are here (Russia) to face variant wolverines of the pig-leather game. Therefore, you are bound to face various imps of the perverse whom might be dangled to thee in the similitude of the fairer sex (women), puppets or sparrows, and a variation of these pawns, upon which, absurdity rests. Having been divinely bestowed by the Grand Council of existence as THE ULTRA-CHAMPION of Russia 2018, Yee all are commissioned to remember, that thy seeds are thy greatest powers. Listen heedfully! Sheath thy “swords” as a grandeur price to negotiate for a greater honour before the obscured surveillance of the guardians of the galaxy. Fall to tasks like a formidable squad in a tight unit upon glory or run thyself aground! Yee all are elite Eagles of the coloured race. And Eagles do not faultier upon tasks especially when they are legendary.
Having been selected through the ranks as elite vanguards representing thousands other gifted legs in the coloured continent, yee all must always be boiling in confidence; knowing well the World Cup itself is a battle of the titans where goals are the true decider. Across the ages of many millennia, the greatest question of time has always been decided by iron and blood. The parading squad must be die-hard eager to launch all modes of artillery attacks so as to gain the much needed edge to an immutable glory for thy selves. We urge yee all to unleash every healthy schemes and machinations to win. Compel thy adversaries to suck the sour nipples of defeat and surrender. To achieve this ultimatum, the defense line must be stone-studded and impregnable while the attackers must ascend apace to draw blood on goals like a hive of angry hornets and bees. Deploy the successive use defense-splitting passes, loop balls, crosses on target, counter attacks and remember to uncork rocket of shots on target to the woodwork. Shrink all sneaky moves of thy opponents off the rolling ball at all times. Force every side facing thee to wilt under the heat of thy hurrying boots. Yee all are the best mobile dynamites the world have ever seen! At thy collective assembly on the green turf, yee all should regularly call upon and takes sides with the unseen vigilance of The inevitable Superintendence (God) of football in whom all encircling wheels of fortune obey; while echoing in oneness like Spartans amidst other inspiring limericks pouring forth from the stands.
As you take to the World’s podium on Saturday 16th June henceforth, beginning from the City of Kaliningrad (Russia), to lock horns and prove mettle, yee all should also regularly draw thoughts that you have the finest plumage on display the world’s stage. No mortal soul within this formidable squad of The Super Eagles of Nigeria is far bigger and better than the other. However, Yee are indebted upon tasks to lay a siege against all odds and rivalry. Compel the entire city to its knees with cohesive display of brotherhood on and off the sacerdotal caste of football in Russia. Listen heedfully, stun and sway the crowd in thy massive favour. Maul every dash of thy opponents, piece by piece, until they fall to a fleet of thy various hurrying boots on the pitch! It is time to lift the moon out of her sphere! It is time for the greatest the epic battle on the green truf. It is time to volcanically lend thy vengeance to many misguided mind upon the ages into the sands of mortal history. With a redoubled wrath and ferocity, let them feel the HOT LARVA of thy sulphurous furies on the pitch. You are professionally tasked to shun all every misleading objects of desire. For, there would be ample time for expository talks, ecstasy and merriment back home. Arm thy selves psychologically and mentally, with steams of flammable confidence and focus igniting within thy hearts. Have a change of any negative mentality that you can do it. Have a change of perception that every laden re-write history on the World’s stage of Football. For Nothing . . . Nothing under the sun is impossible to achieve when thy hearts and minds are set towards task. Assemble selves in a replica of the high Seraphims of Light with a tactical order, co-ordination and a clinical precision on delivery. Labour and play together to a grandeur splendour and glory like mobile stars with a voracious breath of fire!
Finally may the longing spirits of our fallen heroes of football including the emotional rage of this digital scroll guide and roar more momentum to yee all (the Gaffer, the entire squad and its technical crew) in Russia 2018. And may this digital epistle act as a biochemical gas which awakens a murderous ferocity to set the stage aflame with thy clinical goals; leading the halls of immortality and glory in Russia 2018 itself; as we await to see yee swagger back home in triumphant songs of glory and valour like crowned peacocks.
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