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Thursday, February 12
Torpédie - Kopacabanch

Big pressure on the shoulders of Kamarades, which remain on the impressive stats: a viktoire in one game (thank you Tapivert).

This time, it is of podiatrists IFPP that confront us in this cauldron that is the Synthetik C.

Eager to cut some frills for Valentine's Day, the Kollectif has nonetheless managed to stay focused, and meet the challenge set by these amateurs.

Match: Torpedo - IFPP
Final score: 4-4

easily confirm his status as favorite, Kollectif quickly took the match in hand, leaning on a medium compact and very warm-wings .

So logically that Kamarades opened the scoring through Kalashniko after good work from Fuckov and Overmarx. 1-0! Yet

, and incomprehensibly, the Ekip will begin to doubt. And it is still the weak link in the Roadster that will sell, namely his defense. His mistakes allow the enemy to return to the score: 1-1, and 1-2 (the ball from supernatural way under the belly of Sangat, alias Gaby Arconada)

Refereed by LeRieur, however, the Roadster will raise its head and play the experience card: the eternal Guilhem P. enters the field, cheered by an entire people.

Like a great evening of Heysel, the huge galleries of Kopacabanch even threatening to collapse, lorqui Pastich 'allows Kollectif return to score! 2-2! Launched
and full of pride, even Torpedo resumed the lead with Kalashniko after a Pastich even caviar. 3-2!

Hooray, the Torpédie is trance! The songs fuse, and fumigants and other wet crackling firecrackers, while it announces a big party to celebrate Bordal.

Kalash Note that almost reached the heights, approaching the counter to the unattainable Tapivert. Congratulations also to the shrew Bougnard, whose performance can not seem to be tarnished by his consumption of cigarillos and industrial brew. Similarly, the years do not undermine his taste for the challenge of arbitral awards. Bravo gentlemen!

However, manures IFPP equalize. An object does not exist, marred by a blatant offside 4m, yet validated by the fascists of FFSU. 3-3 ...

Fortunately, emerging as a vigilante Welsh Poirow The purpose of the 4-3 mark with a shot clear in the small net. 4-3, deserved. The Ekip believes he is the hardest and hold its first viktoire in the game ..

But it reckoned without destiny and the umpteenth (and not less beautiful) IFPP equalization, in stoppage Thurs 04.04, the final score. History is definitely cruel to the Roadster, which must be satisfied with the draw.

The wonderful pass through which the Kollectif, unbeaten in two games, but good looks. The Roadster is closer every day more than his match reference as the game develops it g (n) and Agne Esthétika simply consistent.

Appointment for the next 3 games in March, we will arrive at the top physically Crit.
Better to bulk.

Gentlemen
Kalin! The Politburo

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Wednesday, January 28: The return of the prodigal son

This Wednesday, January 28, the lacing up the Kollectif krampons for his first game of the year 2009.

Full of good intentions, but the joints still heavy evenings reunion, Kamarades met again at 20:30 on their good old Synthetika C.

This landmark in the history torpédiste, privileged space for the expression of Tecknik and licked the game players, he would finally be the scene of a viktoire? All

hoped, and it is with a mental strength that each prepared to take the championship.
Motivated, certainly, but less: Fonzinho, the keystone of the edifice torpédiste, the playmaker of the defense, John Terril the poor as it is called in the span of Kopacabanch, having wounded the day before in training.

The Roadster would however rise to the height of the wildest predictions, winning the match stretched hands down.

Match: Torpedo - Sciences 5 (we do not laugh, it's very serious ...)
Final score: 3-0

From the start of discussions, we feel that this game will be a bitter successively duels and a fierce fight and balanced midfield. Therefore, the Kollectif realizes that the light will come from its individuals, a few flashes of genius technik.

Issue: individuality, precisely, it is none of the masses. Knitters yes, but not killers ...

Fortunately, this is the moment awaited by our Goleador Tapivert to make a providential return. Thanks to his talent decidedly unusual, it will unlock the game itself! How fortunate for
Ekip can rely on one player as well.
The statistics of this killer surfaces are indeed impressive: 0 meters traveled, 0 balls played, 0 shots Kadri, but 3 goals in the final.
Better than these pedals Trezeguet or Inzaghi ... Take a leaf out of Vidalov! Thank
Tapivert, come back whenever you want.

With this initial success, hard won, and overflowing with joy, rushed to Kollectif Cock & Hookers to celebrate. A first viktoire always has a special flavor, which must take up before it disappears.

So Loved directly Kamarade shots that begin to be put. They cooked the stick that night will be at least one happy: Vince, who was able to enjoy it while chopping her repertoire of shot, the little worm Mexican absinthe Slovenian ...

The evening, and especially the descent of Kamarades was so crazy that it also brought Vince sucks-appointed to hallucinate: "When you see what you put after a victory by forfeit, what this is when you really win? ".

it is reassures, it is not there.

Fully trimmed, Kollectif the evening went by long travels in Bordeaux, in which:

- Nitch nearly lost his ankle again
- Shush began to fill each of the cars parked within range of its own fuel pump
- Baron Fonzinho was transported on a beautiful trash in front of disapproving LAC
- Sangat became kleptomaniac and stole a bottle of gin Vival docks (while Kamarades diversion were buying a few chickens)
- and all returned a vibrant and beautiful tribute (belated?) at Molot at home in Soledad R.

The evening ended with GW., the fair which is said that all the Kollectif knows intimately.

The last important fact will be the rule in lochage Shush, who had the bad idea to fall asleep on a couch. Everyone sleeps peacefully and then while drunk.

All? No. Fonzinho, losing neither the north nor the precepts taught by JB ("Big Brother" on TF1) end the evening in the arms of the sultry GW. The bag of the latter now has a new Dury. Maybe not the last.

Next game, IFPP Torpedo-Thursday, February 12.

Until then, cultivate the art of winning (newly acquired) and Gnagna (already mastered)

Gentlemen

Kalin!

The Politburo

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Saturday, January 17: Shirts, cirrhosis and amnesia

Saturday, January 17 ...
This date marked with a red stone will remain in las year (n) ales of Torpedo as long-awaited day of the ceremony jerseys 2008-2009!

The long-awaited evening held at the terrible Gargagwen Stefanov, and was particularly dirty. I must say that the happiness experienced by the fine guys at the opportunity to put together the worst excesses ANNOUNCED ...

Also, some guests had great brand added to current members of Kollectif: thank you to Brazil, Marcow, Mowlot 'JayCay Pastich and have splashed on the evening of their class.

The beginning of the ceremony was slightly delayed, due to the delay Kamarade Vidalov. Do not think we expected, the problem was rather that it was he who suits our dear ... The Politburo will hold now that we should not rely on the infamous Lord Léognagne: an impromptu intestinal crisis could put in one hour late is still a risk. The aforementioned

arrive last, however, with our expensive coats in the bagpipe. Fonzinho Chouchenko and can therefore declare opened the ceremony. The Kapitain are no longer very fresh, having spent their afternoon at the Cock to look in their many pints inspiration for writing speeches. However they manage to stammer succinct and individual presentations for each of these (and original version for foreign please), and gave each of the jersey of the new season. Bravo to the transition to LeMecQue, which has to postpone his dick stroke to spend an hour with us.

The ceremony is in full swing and Gnagna flows. The songs stand the most elaborate, the distinguishing himself Kamarade LePoirow particularly in the fine art of composition disgusting. And once the dashing finery distributed and coated, nothing can divert Kollectif its goal: to paste. The goal is brilliantly observed ...

planning initially established by the Politburo provided later invasion of a savage apartment, in the purest tradition torpédiste. In his attempt to achieving this objective, the Kollectif will explode in flight.

Right out of the apartment, it becomes a great anything. Benito rides his bike and whistles from all the chicks, as a pimp with his whores. The vast majority of handsome guys and seeks to train for the 250 meters of road separating the evening ... Molotov and Brazil are organizing a commando who is leaving to scout their arms full of Gnagna, in front of the evening to prepare the ground and caresses the organizers in the grain.
In the end, only half of a big handsome guys can rally the party MPMS, which promises to be the apotheosis of this disgusting event.

Some, such Mowlot or Marcow, do not last long. The first quickly loses memory and ultimately return home mom Soledad, vomiting while walking. The second advantage of a second of inattention Kamarades her to take a tangent, and escape with his Marjow hail the first taxi did not come without insulting him.

Other, less constrained by domestic obligations, manage to register in time: thus particularly welcome the eternal Guilhem P. (Which also Chopera properly) and the hardliner JayCay ("Go fuck guys, we tend Capus arms!").

Kamarades For all, the evening will have started to drink euphoric, and ends in black gaping hole. Another beautiful evening Torpédie ...

After this event, we can awarded several prizes, and more particularly to greet Kalashniko, LePoireau and Benito, who came to compose a podium Gnagna unusual but very pleasant.

The only downside of the evening: the Technika, who did not follow. You will not be able Pignole seeing you and reviewing the videos of the presentation of jerseys this year.
Too bad, because as the gazelle at the time proclaimed: "It was éééénorme !"...

Gentlemen
Kalin! The Politburo