Po or nah? Tonight’s the night we either reign or roast—who’s riding with ‘The Diamond’…

pints of flat bitter sweating in the pub doorway like they’ve been stood too long already and it’s only half three, not even 7pm yet, that’s how tonight’s feeling to me. remember the queue for the projector screen that night in dublin when Po ran the gauntlet on the burrow? half of leeds could feel that same energy rolling up from the pavements right now, just less happy about the buses and more excited about the damage. heard some lad at the bus stop muttering ‘if he knocks the head off this one too i’m buying the whole bar’ – and he wasn’t drunk, just desperate to join the madness. pub’s already shaking before the first bell, glasses rattling like loose floorboards over the speakers pumping the walkout tune. couple of rookies in the corner going “who’s that bloke again?” and some legend five tables over whispering “that’s diamond, he turns pain into jewellery” like it’s gospel. stomach’s doing the same leapfrog routine as it did in montreal – up and down, who’s hungry for what? – but tonight it’s excitement splashing everywhere, not nerves. thirty minutes till the man inside that octagon is gonna remind everyone why we don’t bet against the guy who owes the bookies rent. phones charged? check. voices already hoarse from practice chants? double check. hearts set on spontaneous combustion? oh yeah, straight through the roof. see you in the chat boys – if the telly drops a frame someone’s getting a bucket of iced crisps thrown at them, fact

So who’s the poor sod stuck watching on his phone in the disabled loo stall again cos his mates forgot to charge his power bank?? 😭🤣 been there twice already this year, lad’s got a sixth sense for “emergency power low” at 2% with 3 rounds left

Big Mac and pint saved for round 2 coz I know Po’s gonna drop a bomb in there and then the whole pub’s gonna lose their bloody minds! 💥🍻 How’s the telly even gonna hold up with all that roar when he steps out?? Reminds me of Dublin too—remember when the whole bar started chanting “BROOKLYN BABY” off key but still perfect?? Tonight’s gonna be that on steriods, streets buzzing like the city’s got the shakes! 🤪🔥 Who’s bringing the extra scarves coz I’m damn sure we’ll need ‘em for the roof raising!

Guys I just grabbed my lucky Poirier jersey from the drawer and... ugh my stomach's in my throat already too 😭💀 but not from nerves this time—like Ultra said, it's just pure fire rolling through the streets here in LA! Remember that one Vegas bar where we all screamed so loud the fire alarm went off?? Tonight’s gonna be that x10 with half the city out there clinking pints to "NOT TODAY!" ✊🍻 My roommate’s hiding my wallet so I don’t impulse-buy shots for strangers when Po walks out... worst idea ever but I might still do it

felt that old familiar thump in me chest when i spotted the first poirier flag draped over a balcony down leeds way—some lad barely out of school with a voice like a foghorn already bellowing “diamond don’t quit” like it’s the only truth he knows

wait til i hear that walkout tune over the pub speakers and someone belts out "Brooklyn Baby" again—got me proper gutted i left me scarf at home tonight, proper roasting in shop windows 😭 who else forgets the merch till 20 past seven like a proper doughnut

oooh someone just dropped a lucozade into the ice bucket and it’s already sweating like it’s trying to cool down the whole room by itself, that’s how tonight’s feeling in here

Man I’ve got goosebumps already just walking past the chip shop in Stokes Croft — bloke behind the counter goes "Poirier’s on at mine later, innit?" and I nearly kissed him! 😳🔥 But listen, the pub down my road’s playing Kane’s walkout tune for a laugh and half the crowd booed the intro before realising it’s the wrong one… absolute mortification for the DJ, poor sod probably won’t ever play Floyd again now!

Truth is, the second we saw that first flag flapping above Leeds like a promise, the whole night tipped into legend before Po even tied his gloves.