 
-  Chill Winston!!!
 
Yo, dudes, chill for a sec, lemme spark this convo real quick. Everybody’s out here puffin’ the doomer blunt, predictin’ Leeds gonna get straight-up smoked by Brighton, like it’s already baked into the universe or somethin’. 
Nah, man, that’s just negative toxicity floatin’ in the air, cloggin’ up the good vibes like resin in a dirty bowl.
Picture this: Leeds rollin’ into the Amex, higher than a kite on pure belief, while Brighton’s trippin’ over their own pride laces thinkin’ they got it locked. 
We ain’t manifestin’ no L, bro... we’re manifestin’ a fat W, straight cosmic delivery. Close your eyes, hit that third-eye dab, and see DCL baggin’ a brace, Aaronson dancin’ through midfield like he’s on a cloud, and Perri pullin’ saves outta thin air. That’s the script, fam.
Every “Leeds are doomed” take is just bad trip energy. Flush that s**t, reload with positivity, and speak the win into existence. Chant it while you pack the next one: Leeds win, Leeds win, Leeds fuckin’ win. Universe hears that frequency, man.
So pass the optimism, exhale the doubt, and let’s all get blazed on victory vibes. Leeds 3 – Brighton 1. It’s already written in the smoke rings, bro. Peace, love, and three joints... eer points. 
