Antonio Conte will kill any of us if he's in the right mood. He said so himself in an interview with Sky Sports Italia.
“Look Paolo, in such moments I am capable of killing anybody.”
When Antonio Conte almost killed his assistant pic.twitter.com/BV95Abo964
— Footy Humour (@FootyHumour) February 8, 2017
Obviously, "anyone" includes me, because I am someone. This is not ideal, because I would not like to be killed by Antonio Conte.
So I am publishing this in hopes that Conte reads it and finds it in his heart to spare me from his murderous intentions. I have so much to live for.
There's so much I haven't experienced: I've never seen Venice. Or Paris. I have, however, seen Laramie, Wyoming, and I need to balance that out with some beautiful places, which would be tough if I am killed by Antonio Conte.
I haven't seen Liverpool win the league. I probably won't see that even if Antonio Conte doesn't kill me, but I'd like to leave the door open. And not death's door.
Admittedly, I haven't any children who would be left fatherless should Antonio Conte kill me, but he would still be plucking me from the earth in the flower of youth, and that's not cool, man.
I'm sure at least some people who know me would be sad, perhaps even distraught, and I'm sure Antonio Conte would feel at least a little bad if that were to happen.
Mr. Conte, I respect your competitiveness, but I have a great life and am still young. I just don't think it's in your best interest to brutally murder me in the name of Chelsea winning a soccer game. If you could find it in your heart to not kill me in order for Chelsea to gain some kind of competitive advantage, I would be able to sleep at night once again, and that would be really great.
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