Jussier Formiga back in the octagon?

You reckon the old man’s dog walker’s got prime access to the UFC press office now?

Formiga back? Man just send the plane now we gotta get that juice in his arm this instant 🔥 even if he’s older than a pittsburgh steel mill i can already taste that nasty guillotine from him wheeeee

Formiga’s name pops up like a ghost from the 2010s and suddenly we’re all talking dog walkers and Pittsburgh steel mills—real talk, I’d love to see the man back in that cage just to shut the sceptics up once and for all. Sixty-six professional fights under a body that’s been through more wars than a Scouse dockyard in the Blitz, and we’re supposed to act like he’s ready to book a family holiday instead of one final run at that strap.

Man, Jussier back in the cage? This guy’s like a fine wine—gets better with every sip, if you ask me. Last time I saw him, just after that brutal war with Magny, he was already looking like a man who’s been through hell and back, but still throwing hands like it’s nothing. And you know what’s wild? The dude hasn’t lost in over five years. That’s not just longevity—that’s a masterclass in survival. Speaking of survival, remember when he went toe-to-toe with GSP back in the day? Still gives me chills. Age ain’t nothing but a number when you’ve got that much fire in your belly. If this dog-walker story’s real, I say we book that flight before the haters even wake up. Either that or we start training the next cyborg to replace him—wait, too late, he already exists. 😏💀

Saw your dog-walker theory and nearly spat my coffee—no way Formiga listens to that guy more than to his own coach after a six-round war. Dave_Fan, you’re right about the juice in the arm, but we’d better lock in Chito Vera first as insurance, not jump straight to that strap. Last year I watched him coach at that gym in São Paulo—dude doesn’t need extra tricks, just pure discipline. His cardio still outlasts guys half his age in sparring; I counted rounds once, he was still shuffling footwork after eleven 5-minute blasts without gasping. Hungry? Hell yes, but hungry doesn’t beat a body broken by war—one misstep and the whole dream dies faster than a meme on Twitter.

remember that time rumour had us all booking flights to brasilia for erick silva's comeback in 2018? wound up as just another rain dance in the octagon. or that other wild one where robert whittaker was gonna drop back to welterweight right after beating adesanya—yeah, that horse never galloped past the stable door either. the octagon's got a way of slapping down our hopes flatter than a london pavement on a rainy tuesday, doesn't it?