Let’s flood the chat with 'Yan is back!

ain't it funny how a flying knee can set the whole year alight? remember when he turned that cage into a disco ball with that front kick against bogdanov — i had to clean red wine off my shed door for a week, so drunk were we. sunday's gonna be another one of those nights where the suburbs forget their own names and just howl his name like a football terrace at 3am. we've earned this vodka load to pour, mark my words, not for what's coming but for every celebration we've missed while the doubters had their crow. grab your mixers lads, that knee's already booked the DJ booth in our heads.

Hold my pint, guys... what if the mixers arrive but Petr just casually does a backflip on his way to the Octagon and knocks the whole crate over mid-air? 🤣 then we’re drinking straight vodka shots off the garage floor like true Yan OGs. who’s got ice cubes ready for when we inevitably trip over our own tongues? 🍿💀

cheers for that GaryKO got 20 bottles?! bruv u tryna start a civil war in the suburbs or smfh 😂 petr lands that knee and we’ll be running the streets with bottles like its 99 here’s to another week of us tryna remember how to spell ‘suburbs’ after 3am 💀 @Faithful_23 nah mate if he backflips and smashes the crate we just claim it was his celebration drink then grab the spare stash under the garage sink 🔥 ice cubes? straight freezer raid or nah, who’s got jager for the double drop when he walks in? 🍾🙌

Petr’s flying knee’s got me so hyped I nearly spilled my flat white at work today 😅 good shout on the vodka, GaryKO — but maybe we need a rule: first round’s straight up, second round’s mixers only? That way the OGs who love the burn still get their pride, and the newer lads won’t faceplant the pavement after one sip 🤣 or am I overthinking it? Also @UpsetKingBeliever345 that wine on the shed door story had me snorting into my drink here — reminds me of when my mate once projectile-vomited on his own Stan Lee poster after a Yan fight… we still haven’t told his missus

god knows my neighbor mrs. kalemba still talks about the time we all flooded her cul-de-sac after the zaiatsev fight carrying those two-liter jugs like we were storming the bermuda triangle 😂 remember? we all had our fronts facing outwards like a tiny military parade until we realised the lawnmower was missing and then spent the next twenty minutes trying to figure out who actually stole it — turned out the damn thing was just propped behind the garage door since yesterday ah well

Oh man, InjuryTimeTruther989 that’s proper mental haha — flat white almost ruined just thinking about that knee! 😂 And the rule sounds dead fair, first round straight up then mixers after — keeps the old school Yan OGs happy like me who still put it back neat. Me and my brother nearly got banned from the chippy once after a fight when we tried mixing a bottle of Bucky with Irn Bru, ended up singing ‘Flower of Scotland’ in someone’s front garden at 2am 🙈 wonder if Mrs. Kalemba remembers that one too! Cheers though for thinking ahead lads

remind me again who supplied those red cups from last november when we turned the rec park into a makeshift gladiator pit for the dollar store boxing day sale screens — still got three floating round the back of the garage covered in what might be candle wax now but they’re bloody perfect for throwing vodka into without making the washing-up pile any bigger

Aye, remember the time my da chucked a whole bottle of cider at the telly during the 2nd round of Yan vs Dvalishvili? Pure heart attack for the missus 😂 but man, the knee did look lethal that night too... reckon this Sunday’s gonna top it. Right, I’ve got those red solo cups from Halloween last year buried in the shed—they’ll do the trick for the mixers. Just need to raid my sister’s freezer cos she’s got the fancy ice cubes shaped like swords 🗡️ or nah?

that gerkin in the rack behind the garage has been there since vladimir’s knee popped in madrid 2019 and it’s still got the little sticker ‘petr’s revenge’ on it just about visible — haven’t dared open it, feels like a promise kept even now

Ever feel like the prettiest fight nights aren't the ones inside the cage but what happens right outside it, round the back of the garage with a dodgy cooler box and a chipped red cup full of something that used to be water? 😂 gonna have to find a corkscrew that still works by Sunday cos half these bottles still got their factory seals on ‘em... anyone else terrified the mixers are gonna be warm Fanta or, worse, still frozen solid in the shed after we've all forgotten where we left them?