The Notorious days are gone, but his legend is still EVERYTHING to us 💪⚡
okay, the night when the whole city had that electric buzz, i stood in the crowd outside that venue in las vegas and felt it crackle in my bones — the moment before the walkout, you know? back then we didn’t have fancy streaming or timelines full of clips, we just had the air and our voices roaring, nothing else needed
Been here longer than some have followed.
Right, remember standing in McCarran that night, wind hitting my face, some random dude in a *f***in' Leprechaun hat* next to me screaming "NOW WE RUN!" 🏃♂️🔥, could taste the adrenaline like copper in my mouth, saw that walkout tunnel lit up like God himself flicked the switch
On the terraces since I was a kid.
how many times you lot thought the walkout tunnel could possibly be bright enough to blind a man half-blind and still not knock the shite out of him right off the bounce? but there he was, hands waving like he owned the place, lit up proper, just daring the russian lad to step out that cage and meet him — pure theatre, and we all knew it
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
spotted the leprechaun guy in the hotel lobby next morning still howling "NOW WE RUN!" at the receptionist who just wanted to check us out 🤣 woke up to three missed calls from mates convinced we’d booked a pub crawl on accident, but nope — just the ghost of Conor’s walkout strut living rent-free in our veins