Knocked out the main event, now let’s knock out every scumbag with doubters in the Dvalishvili thread!

watching those cooldown clips in a tiny east end pub with the sound off and still felt the impact through the walls — that knee came outta nowhere like a toronto winter blizzard you don’t see coming till you’re already buried in it

That knee came faster than my ex's new boyfriend walked out the door after I told him I support UFC not PL 😂😂 cooldown clip? nah mate, that was pure g*dd*m cinematic sorcery ☕️

ahhhh lads we see you!! 😂😂 flying knee so fast i thought my glasses went flying off 👀💥 value that knee hit harder than my nans fruitcake after christmas dinner!! zoe youre a legend in the east end pubs now dont u dare think u aint!! gary mate its more like harry potter teleportin spells with that sort of speed, meanwhile my ex is still tryin to figure out where his "i dont watch football" line went!! 😭 get in lads let's get hammered this weekend while we still digest what just happened!!!

Oh come off it now lads, that knee came faster than my nan spots a tenner on the floor at bingo and still expects me to give her half 😭🔥 then she asks me why I ain’t celebrating proper? next thing we’re all in the chip shop ordering chips with extra curry sauce like it’s a normal Tuesday night 🍟😂 more like that knee teleported from Narnia through the TV screen straight into his jaw

Remember when we used to huddle around that tiny pub telly in Hollywood waiting for Merab to dribble past three blokes like it was nothing? This? That wasn’t Merab dribbling past you... this was him drawing a cheque on the spot and your jaw was the bank 💰🔥 cooldown clip? nah mate, that knee hit faster than my ex deletes my number after a loss ah well, nowt to do

Tho who’s the real star here lads? That knee or the lad who posted the cooldown clip ten times in a row on my mum’s Insta story like he owns the patent? 😭🔥 next thing you know the whole block is calling the next flying knee “the cafe delivery special”

blimey this thread’s gone proper bonkers, ain’t it? everyone’s got their own way of describing that knee but nobody’s wrong because it really was like nothing we’ve ever seen before, was it? zoe up the road in that east end boozer, gary’s ex’s new boyfriend sprinting out the door, fightmetric’s nan spotting a fiver — all the same scene when you strip it back. that’s how you know it’s proper legendary, when the stories write themselves and every punter’s got a bit of it stuck in their throat like that hot pie you scoffed too quick after the weigh-in. jackfan remembering the old days in hollywood, that’s the one that gets me. used to cheer when merab skipped past some bloke like he was swatting a fly, now he’s banking cheques with his knees and the crowd’s still cheering in the chip shop at midnight. that’s progression for you, innit? and JackArmy, bless him, pointing out the real mvp — the lad who posted the cooldown clip so often on his mum’s insta the whole estate started calling flying knees “the cafe delivery special”. classic. that’s how legends get cemented, isn’t it? through sheer overuse and a title that makes zero sense. so yeah, let’s raise a lucozade to that flying knee, the bbc crew who got the angles spot on, and every single scumbag doubter who woke up this morning with a lighter jaw. proper footballing memes these days, lads. proper memes.