2025-26 #PortalSZN Thread

[wildcat_husker]

OYE! Whistle.

For fuck’s sake… all of you whiny little cunts—“Matt Rhule this, Nebraska sucks that, we’ll never win again, recruiting’s trash, nobody wants us, we should be this, we should be that…” Christ on a fucking bike, shut the fuck up! You lot sound like a funeral and a bloody comedy show rolled into one. Pathetic. Soft. Fucking weak.

And let’s add the rest of this shitshow: our defensive recruits are too small, our offensive line is too fat, AND WE HAVE NO FUCKING RUNNING BACK. ONE LOT CAN’T HIT HARD ENOUGH, THE OTHER LOT CAN’T MOVE! And THEN—then!—we hire some wanker from a community college like it’s a charity project. “Trust the process,” my arse! Meanwhile, we did hire from Miami… just not the RIGHT Miami. Oh no, that would’ve made too much fucking sense, wouldn’t it?!

And Matt Rhule? Total arsehole to Ekler. Yeah, he’s leaving. Not that Ekler hasn’t been at more schools than the Mighty Ducks man himself, Dylan Fucking Raiola, but still—what a goddamn disaster.

Here’s the thing you lot don’t get: we spend all our time sitting on the outside, guessing what these kids are gonna do out there, then coming back at halftime to moan and complain when it’s not exactly what we imagined. We don’t know what it’s like in the locker room. We’re not on the pitch with them. We can’t look them in the eyes and push them to be better than they ever thought they could be. But you? You just sit there judging, whining, acting like the world owes you a victory.

And that’s why all this moaning is useless. Judging and complaining won’t fix a defensive line that can’t hit, an offensive line that can’t move, or the fact we have no running back. It won’t stop Ekler from leaving, and it sure as fuck won’t fix hiring the wrong Miami or a community college wanker.

STOP. FUCKING. WHINING.
Stop pointing fingers. Stop crying. Stop acting like life owes you a win.

Grow a fucking pair. Back the team. Demand better by putting in the work. Scrape. Fight. Bleed. Stop being pathetic. Or just stay home and keep crying—it’s all you’re good at anyway.

 

[Herbie]

Too many fucks?

Swears aren’t really my cup of tea but to each their own.

 

[nscottie]

OYE! Whistle.

For fuck’s sake… all of you whiny little cunts—“Matt Rhule this, Nebraska sucks that, we’ll never win again, recruiting’s trash, nobody wants us, we should be this, we should be that…” Christ on a fucking bike, shut the fuck up! You lot sound like a funeral and a bloody comedy show rolled into one. Pathetic. Soft. Fucking weak.

And let’s add the rest of this shitshow: our defensive recruits are too small, our offensive line is too fat, AND WE HAVE NO FUCKING RUNNING BACK. ONE LOT CAN’T HIT HARD ENOUGH, THE OTHER LOT CAN’T MOVE! And THEN—then!—we hire some wanker from a community college like it’s a charity project. “Trust the process,” my arse! Meanwhile, we did hire from Miami… just not the RIGHT Miami. Oh no, that would’ve made too much fucking sense, wouldn’t it?!

And Matt Rhule? Total arsehole to Ekler. Yeah, he’s leaving. Not that Ekler hasn’t been at more schools than the Mighty Ducks man himself, Dylan Fucking Raiola, but still—what a goddamn disaster.

Here’s the thing you lot don’t get: we spend all our time sitting on the outside, guessing what these kids are gonna do out there, then coming back at halftime to moan and complain when it’s not exactly what we imagined. We don’t know what it’s like in the locker room. We’re not on the pitch with them. We can’t look them in the eyes and push them to be better than they ever thought they could be. But you? You just sit there judging, whining, acting like the world owes you a victory.

And that’s why all this moaning is useless. Judging and complaining won’t fix a defensive line that can’t hit, an offensive line that can’t move, or the fact we have no running back. It won’t stop Ekler from leaving, and it sure as fuck won’t fix hiring the wrong Miami or a community college wanker.

STOP. FUCKING. WHINING.
Stop pointing fingers. Stop crying. Stop acting like life owes you a win.

Grow a fucking pair. Back the team. Demand better by putting in the work. Scrape. Fight. Bleed. Stop being pathetic. Or just stay home and keep crying—it’s all you’re good at anyway.

Great post. I can almost hear the actual Roy Kent saying this

 

[realbp]

OYE! Whistle.

For fuck’s sake… all of you whiny little cunts—“Matt Rhule this, Nebraska sucks that, we’ll never win again, recruiting’s trash, nobody wants us, we should be this, we should be that…” Christ on a fucking bike, shut the fuck up! You lot sound like a funeral and a bloody comedy show rolled into one. Pathetic. Soft. Fucking weak.

And let’s add the rest of this shitshow: our defensive recruits are too small, our offensive line is too fat, AND WE HAVE NO FUCKING RUNNING BACK. ONE LOT CAN’T HIT HARD ENOUGH, THE OTHER LOT CAN’T MOVE! And THEN—then!—we hire some wanker from a community college like it’s a charity project. “Trust the process,” my arse! Meanwhile, we did hire from Miami… just not the RIGHT Miami. Oh no, that would’ve made too much fucking sense, wouldn’t it?!

And Matt Rhule? Total arsehole to Ekler. Yeah, he’s leaving. Not that Ekler hasn’t been at more schools than the Mighty Ducks man himself, Dylan Fucking Raiola, but still—what a goddamn disaster.

Here’s the thing you lot don’t get: we spend all our time sitting on the outside, guessing what these kids are gonna do out there, then coming back at halftime to moan and complain when it’s not exactly what we imagined. We don’t know what it’s like in the locker room. We’re not on the pitch with them. We can’t look them in the eyes and push them to be better than they ever thought they could be. But you? You just sit there judging, whining, acting like the world owes you a victory.

And that’s why all this moaning is useless. Judging and complaining won’t fix a defensive line that can’t hit, an offensive line that can’t move, or the fact we have no running back. It won’t stop Ekler from leaving, and it sure as fuck won’t fix hiring the wrong Miami or a community college wanker.

STOP. FUCKING. WHINING.
Stop pointing fingers. Stop crying. Stop acting like life owes you a win.

Grow a fucking pair. Back the team. Demand better by putting in the work. Scrape. Fight. Bleed. Stop being pathetic. Or just stay home and keep crying—it’s all you’re good at anyway.

Fantastic, and quite accurate.

 

[Flabio]

SIAP

Went to hs in St Louie. 3 star coming out of hs. Moar!

 

[Frogsker30]

More like Roy kunt

 

[Herbie]

Went to hs in St Louie. 3 star coming out of hs. Moar!

well damn. St Louis = no mute

 

[Kaladin]

OYE! Whistle.

For fuck’s sake… all of you whiny little cunts—“Matt Rhule this, Nebraska sucks that, we’ll never win again, recruiting’s trash, nobody wants us, we should be this, we should be that…” Christ on a fucking bike, shut the fuck up! You lot sound like a funeral and a bloody comedy show rolled into one. Pathetic. Soft. Fucking weak.

And let’s add the rest of this shitshow: our defensive recruits are too small, our offensive line is too fat, AND WE HAVE NO FUCKING RUNNING BACK. ONE LOT CAN’T HIT HARD ENOUGH, THE OTHER LOT CAN’T MOVE! And THEN—then!—we hire some wanker from a community college like it’s a charity project. “Trust the process,” my arse! Meanwhile, we did hire from Miami… just not the RIGHT Miami. Oh no, that would’ve made too much fucking sense, wouldn’t it?!

And Matt Rhule? Total arsehole to Ekler. Yeah, he’s leaving. Not that Ekler hasn’t been at more schools than the Mighty Ducks man himself, Dylan Fucking Raiola, but still—what a goddamn disaster.

Here’s the thing you lot don’t get: we spend all our time sitting on the outside, guessing what these kids are gonna do out there, then coming back at halftime to moan and complain when it’s not exactly what we imagined. We don’t know what it’s like in the locker room. We’re not on the pitch with them. We can’t look them in the eyes and push them to be better than they ever thought they could be. But you? You just sit there judging, whining, acting like the world owes you a victory.

And that’s why all this moaning is useless. Judging and complaining won’t fix a defensive line that can’t hit, an offensive line that can’t move, or the fact we have no running back. It won’t stop Ekler from leaving, and it sure as fuck won’t fix hiring the wrong Miami or a community college wanker.

STOP. FUCKING. WHINING.
Stop pointing fingers. Stop crying. Stop acting like life owes you a win.

Grow a fucking pair. Back the team. Demand better by putting in the work. Scrape. Fight. Bleed. Stop being pathetic. Or just stay home and keep crying—it’s all you’re good at anyway.

too long didn't read

i have no intention of scraping or fighting or bleeding because this is just a message board but i like your sentiment and gave you 69 likes

 

[Kaladin]

More like Roy kunt

More like Logan Roy

 

[vailhusker]

 

[vailhusker]

 

[Kaladin]

Everyone watch this video

We are fucking pirates

 

[vailhusker]

 

[Sous Chef]

I'd be good with an Ohio State backup DL

 

[NCsker]

OYE! Whistle.

For fuck’s sake… all of you whiny little cunts—“Matt Rhule this, Nebraska sucks that, we’ll never win again, recruiting’s trash, nobody wants us, we should be this, we should be that…” Christ on a fucking bike, shut the fuck up! You lot sound like a funeral and a bloody comedy show rolled into one. Pathetic. Soft. Fucking weak.

And let’s add the rest of this shitshow: our defensive recruits are too small, our offensive line is too fat, AND WE HAVE NO FUCKING RUNNING BACK. ONE LOT CAN’T HIT HARD ENOUGH, THE OTHER LOT CAN’T MOVE! And THEN—then!—we hire some wanker from a community college like it’s a charity project. “Trust the process,” my arse! Meanwhile, we did hire from Miami… just not the RIGHT Miami. Oh no, that would’ve made too much fucking sense, wouldn’t it?!

And Matt Rhule? Total arsehole to Ekler. Yeah, he’s leaving. Not that Ekler hasn’t been at more schools than the Mighty Ducks man himself, Dylan Fucking Raiola, but still—what a goddamn disaster.

Here’s the thing you lot don’t get: we spend all our time sitting on the outside, guessing what these kids are gonna do out there, then coming back at halftime to moan and complain when it’s not exactly what we imagined. We don’t know what it’s like in the locker room. We’re not on the pitch with them. We can’t look them in the eyes and push them to be better than they ever thought they could be. But you? You just sit there judging, whining, acting like the world owes you a victory.

And that’s why all this moaning is useless. Judging and complaining won’t fix a defensive line that can’t hit, an offensive line that can’t move, or the fact we have no running back. It won’t stop Ekler from leaving, and it sure as fuck won’t fix hiring the wrong Miami or a community college wanker.

STOP. FUCKING. WHINING.
Stop pointing fingers. Stop crying. Stop acting like life owes you a win.

Grow a fucking pair. Back the team. Demand better by putting in the work. Scrape. Fight. Bleed. Stop being pathetic. Or just stay home and keep crying—it’s all you’re good at anyway.

 

[dom91932]

Everyone watch this video

We are fucking pirates

 

[RoyKent]

 

[HCFord1]

The lack of a sense of humor around here is getting old.