A 15 year old boy who had lost his grandmother 10 days ago was sitting in a white kurta pyjama,
trying to make justice and sense of whatever was going around him. It's late at night and his phone rings with a text, "your team is playing tonight, right? 2nd consecutive UCL final. If it helps, I'll get some friends over and we can watch the game at your place,"
15 minutes later, 1:15 in the morning, his friends were over with chips and juice, making sure their friend had their back during all adversities that come.
Though we lost the match, but one thing we never lost. Hope. That match was what started the downfall of the club, but we never lost hope.
This story is as real as the hope we fans have, the way we've always held each other to stand tall and as we always will.
Our club needs our support and together we'll stand tall on the 20th, with our hands and heads held high. Come, as we watch Ole lead the lads against Liverpool. Come what may, we'll be standing together, and #MUDelhi expects the Delhi Reds to come in numbers never seen before to chant and experience the game together.
Glory, to Manchester United.
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