I love Mason. Who doesn’t? Great guy. Doing a lot right.
But imagine a great friend of yours was arranging a music festival. And he’s doing a lot right. Great bands. But for some bloody reason, he decides to book the band who wrote the original Macarena song right in the middle of the festival. Why them? They did one thing once, a long time ago. But nobody wants to hear from them anymore. And then—predictably—because they are completely past it and totally lost, they have diarrhea all over the stage. The rest of the festival is ruined, for something nobody wanted, which everyone knew was an absolutely terrible idea. Your friend is a great guy, but that festival mistake is pretty unforgivable.
Lucas Moura. Liverpool. Macarena diarrhea, all over the stage.