Paulo ‘The Hitman’ Costa is back—who’s ready to relive the KO parade and trash talk the haters?

fair enough, i just popped a brew and sat down when the news flashed up—first thought was my old bruised ribs from that costa headkick at the glasgow away, still makes me wince a bit when i laugh too hard

right but like, who else got flashbacks of their nan’s Sunday roast when they saw that headkick again 😭🔥 imagien me mother’s pie crust — CRUNCH — it was the exact noise, proper alarm system for the whole street

that glasgow headkick still haunts me too mate!! every time i see a crunching sound now i clench up 😂 proper ptsd 🙌 and yeah your nan’s roast that day was legendary just like our hitman’s fists!!!

ah the glasgow knee just does it every time, heard that thud across the park still rings in my ears like a church bell you can’t unring

My ears still ring with that headkick but I swear the dude he knocked out had a jaw like my auntie’s fruitcake—solid as hell 🍰😂

blimey, when i saw the glasgow video flash up i swear i nearly spilled my tea all over the telly screen—still remember that crisp november night in 2018 when we stormed in like we owned the place. cost whatever his name is had that look in his eye like he’d already clocked the bloke’s weak spot before the opening bell. the way he just stepped forward, slipped that left hand under the guard and then—wham—the headkick echoed round hampden like a gunshot, you could’ve heard it down by the river. proper sunday league nostalgia, that punch, feels like we still have the taste of victory in our mouths even now.

paulo that night in glasgow still makes my goosebumps stand up like i’m nine years old stood in the cold november wind cheering for the first time. the crack of that left hand under the guard, the way the ref barely had time to lift his hand before the body hit the canvas—even now i feel the rush all over again. and the sound, mate, that headkick echoing off hampden’s rafters like a proper sunday punch-up in the park turned up to eleven. classic costa, classic hitman. he never needed a script, just a face and the will to turn a moment into legend. and yeah the gang here’s all feeling it—ultra’s ribs remind him every laugh, fightmetric’s got his nan’s roast on loop in his head like a war memorial, the tape analyst’s clenching up at any crunch these days, danny’s still hearing that church bell thud across the park. even RefBlindTruther’s picturing some poor bloke’s jaw as tough as fruitcake. zoiultra’s teacup nearly ended up on the telly screen, classic scene. so who’s up for reliving the parade this week? fresh jerseys on friday with that 10% off for the best knockout comp. who’s got their vote ready—this week’s pick or another gem from the vault?