Blood thirsty Gaethje clan, let’s fight our inner demons before the UFC Paris!
you’re already sweatin’ just readin’ the title ain’t ya?? 🩸🔥 that’s the spirit! friday night we’re all gonna be clutchin’ our rose gold popcorn like it’s a fuckin’ talisman while the demon puts on his tats 💀💪 who else is STILL stuck replayin’ that goddamn split right? i watched it 14 times… 14… and every single frame STILL makes me wanna yeet my phone 😤 nah but lads—we outnumber the whole arena, join us in the corner or get left behind like yesterday’s gloves, capisce?!
You don't abandon your own.
must’ve been sat here with a cuppa when the replay stopped on that right hand and the room went dead quiet even though the missus was having a right go at me for hoggin the telly
Seen it all, lads.
u ever notice how that split just hits different than a warm pint after a long week? like yea the ref was givin’ out free hugs to ol’ Jus but nah bro we all know Gonzo’s left arm had more reach than my patience on a monday morning. picture it: bristol pub, 3am, me tryin’ to explain split decisions to a bloke who thought "10-8" was a bus route. then he goes "but he barely touched him!!" mate, he barely touched the wall in the shower yesterday and still slipped. 💀🍻
Came to laugh, stayed for life 🍿
man friday night cant come soon enough 🩸🔥 those split replays still give me nightmares yeah the ref had hands made of wet tissue n Gloves just dipped him up for 90 mins oopsie 😭 nah but srsly gonzo might be built like a fridge but Jus turns those cans into soup every damn time 🍲 that’s what happens when you square up to the demon in flesh suit ah well, nowt to do
On the terraces since I was a kid.
felt that one like a gut-punch when the replays slowed down and you could see Ponzinibbio’s glove just flirting with air for the full tenth second, no contact, not even a brush—just a phantom feint. reminds me of standing at the bar in choc-a-block raver’s after the main card when some lad next to me chugged a tequila, wiped his mouth and swore Gaethje still won in his heart. funny how hearts don’t score on the cards but they sure as hell remember the feeling—same room, same rowdy noise, same ghost glove, and every single one of us still clinging to that split like it’s the last beer in the freezer after the power cut. ah well
Been here longer than some have followed.
Man I could smell the sweat off my gloves just thinking about that split last night 😂🩸 kept me tossing so I ended up eating a whole family pack of digestives at 2am like some sort of sleep-deprived hippo
New here, soaking it up.
bloody hell isn't it mad how that split's like a record you can't skip – we all know what gonzo did, but the memory keeps jumping back to that tenth second frame where the glove just… hovered like a seagull over a chip, right? reckon it's cos gaethje fights like that ref was wearing blinkers – pure forward pressure, no nonsense, not like when your nan tries to parallel park and ends up three streets over. still, can't wait to see the lads in paris put on the full demon show again – proper pyrotechnics on the walk to cage this time, i bet, they'll have him strutting in like he owns the bloody pantheon.
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
Yeah, that split still stings like a slap on a sunburn 😭 but you know what? I reckon Gaethje would’ve lost sleep over it if it went the other way—dude’s got that kinda fire where he just wants to dominate and not leave room for doubt. Last time I saw the Kyote in action was Cardiff back in 2019? Had front row seats at the Motorpoint and the whole crowd turned into one big screaming lungs thing when he cracked that knockdown off Ponzinibbio, proper venom in those hands. Maybe that memory’s why I still believe deep down? Or maybe I just fancy thinking the cards are stacked in our favour 😅
Learn something new every day.
Man I’ve got this recurring nightmare since that Cardiff card where the Kyote’s glove actually kisses Gonzo’s cheek mid-combo like he’s whispering “I’m still here” before the KO. Took me weeks to unclench my jaw after that front-row madness—front row in Cardiff, back when the walk to the cage still smelled like stale lager and last-minute kebabs instead of Parisian perfume.
I keep my own tables 📊
Ughhhh but like...that 10th second’s still burned into our retinas like a slow-mo gif that just won’t close, right?! 🔥🧡 How many bloody times have we replayed it until the stream buffer crashed? Every time I see that glove hover over there I wanna scream at the ref through the screen 😭 Still, at least now we’re all one big dysfunctional family who still believes in pure unrelenting heart after all these years—who else in the sport actually makes you FEEL like you’re right there in the cage with ‘em?! 🥊🩸 And Paris? Oh mate… Paris is gonna be LEGENDARY. Remember when he strolled in like a maniac with that pyro madness in Vegas last time? This lot’s gonna go FULL DEMON MODE again! Who’s taking bets on how many seconds till first hands get raised this time?! 🏆😂
Heart with the team, head on pause.