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Grass Roots
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 Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 10:53 am |
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| omissis wrote: |
It seemed a wonderful story, a wonderful movie : a guy born in a miserable borough but terribly gifted and venerated by his supporters , his team mates, his sponsors, his nation, led his team to wc glory once; he was about to play his last match in career and it was the final of a wc again! He rebelled with his team against a selfish coach who didn't understand him and his mates, turned the team into a self managed squad and went in for the victory, he was right indeed.
The last match was the perfect curtain to a wonderful career: a team of superstars against average , greasy, diving, cheating bullyboys who gained the final only because of a thorough corruptional action which wasn't to be supposed different than it was because in their country it surely went like this!
The guy and his team smiled at the bluey assholes, they can't compete, and the first penalty was totally deserved; the guy scored a fantastic goal and the path of victory was painted by golden petals. Unfortunately the assholes scored 16 minutes after it because they surely corrupted the goalbar which moved away from Barthez...it was a tall mister nobody.
The guy and his companions fought eroically but slightly underperformed until half time , maybe because the assholes corrupted the grass on the pitch, but he and the team overkilled it and made the second half a perpetual shoot against the assholes' goal.
The guy tried and tried both in regular and extra time, he smashed a delicious headkick that was disgracefully and with big time luck saved by the assholes' goalkeeper, maybe his right hand glow corrupted the ball and therefore nobody of the guy's mates was able to score again .
110' : that tall mister nobody mister nobody attached to the guy, twisted his nipples, maybe he tried to kiss him too. Who is he? Materazzi. "Mate...who?" the guy wonders while sayin the [beep!] he would have gifted him with his shirt in a few minutes,he just had to leave him alone for a few minutes, to be able to gain this cup again....the guy didn't even finish to tell these words that his heart is split in two by the tough words of the tall mister nobody...his sister , why he touched her? The guy didn't ever heard this words in his whole life, neither in Spanish nor Italian championship, he never heard those words even in the miserable borough where you could be shot for nothing..... the tall mister nobody needs a lesson.....
A win: the guy , the team, the sponsors, the nation was waiting for it , it was all ready, it was deserved , it was needed , it was due!
Final: the bad guys win eventually and they almost self award , the honorable guy and his mates stand seraphically against the [beep!].
One of the guy's mates says he would like to hug the tall mister nobody, Materazzi or whatever he's called but the bad guys are sure he told he wants to assault him, they're really badasses.
END TITLES: the guy retires, his mother claims the tall mister nobody's balls in order to be shown every 9th of July as a warn to everbody and to be sent on procession each 14th of July.
After retiring the guy apologises in front of children but never regrets although the tall mister Matekazzi did.
He's ready now, for a long career into politics .
THE END
Yet, some people is waiting before the box office, yet some people ask for tickets' money back, they didn't had what they've expected, they want their money badly!
Some others were in for the underdog....... |
You've got problems. I don't know how long you can live if your brain is so screwed up.
Corrupted grass, headKICKS (we say header in English) - but maybe in France you oonly receive HEADKICKS. The guy ... the idiot, I'd say....
Don't make me laugh - my face is starting to hurt - it's been hurting since WE WON.
I have a suggestion for you... STOP IT. This is my last post referred to you and rclens, that regards Zidane. I'm off to celebrate. Why don't you do the same...go and celebrate Zidane and your silver medals, and celebrate the fact that you ONLY lost at penalties and not during the match, and that you got to the final in the first place. Go off and hope that you'll be awarded the trophy all the same and that Materazzi dies or something. I suggest others to do the same as me - don't bother answering any more. Leave them to write.
CAMPIONI DEL MONDO
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