It was written that the Roadster does not taste victory in this first half of the year.
Yet the Kollectif was perfectly prepared for this meeting on Thursday ... Starting Tuesday, the spirit of Ekip had been worked: first in training, then the Chalet and finally to the violent night BeyDE Christmas (at Shine, Temple Poppers and anal penetration). Kalashniko Overmarx and had even made the zeal, up collectivize same bitch to refine their automation. Everything was done for the game Thursday against Bordeaux III is a beautiful festival, dedicated to our Dimoiwitch, Gazelle and Molotov Kamarades on departure.
But obviously, it was not enough. Blame it on a trap, a vile plot by the aparatchiks of FFSU. When
came that Thursday, it still sounded as Kamarades titubèrent, shoulder against shoulder, toward the Synthetik B. The scene of our last official match of the first half. The opponent, Bordeaux III (manure!), Was already in place. Sweating concentration and Powerade, they followed the instructions to the letter from a guy on the bench, so serious that it was ridiculous.
Faced with this demonstration of professionalism, Kollectif laughs and made some fart Binch, before finally putting place. Just before kickoff, a delegation (also sound qu'hystérique) makes its appearance: PomPomPutes. They come to us "support". Reinforcement weight ...
The match begins ... and punishment falls rapidly.
1 ': HugoBoch takes water left, first goal for Bordeaux III (rubbish!). 0-1! A comment
rises from the bench: "Hey guys, if this keeps up you'll take 90!". It Molotov, who discovered the Torpedo 2008-2009 vintage. Reaction of pride
Kollectif: Following a nice job of Kalashniko left, receives the ball and Overmarx deceives the goalkeeper of a beautiful opposite view. 1-1!
Therefore, a balanced game starts: small mistakes multiply, Benito enchaînent false keys like a neo-Vidalov, Molotov and Diego make nice returns, Nitch up a free kick on the square, is surprised to realize Chouchenko a right hook-pass from the left, number 6 Gazelle was promoted to his jubilee LeRieur teasing the opposing bench ... In short, it is far from disgusting.
Halftime: 1-1. The midfield is placed under the sign of hydration (slight but fundamental), songs with PomPutes, and details technical footballing such as: "that's the guy we continue !, "" Watch out at 15, it is solid, "" you do not have shin guards in rab? "," We are the glue that tonight ?"...
upset to be kept in check by our method called "champagne football but relaxed", opponents are starting to lose patience. They want us room, but we feel they would like to join us as opposed to chain stretching and listening to instructions from their coach , cap screwed onto the skull like a Guy Roux in his old age. On the resumption, this brave man will also initiate hostilities with our 3 beers and our 10 hookers on the side, you lose respect to real footballers. Therefore, the game moves from the field to the sidelines, where the words come alive. Finally, they win 1-3 . Beautiful performance. These manure does not satisfy them, and we will even send a delegate FFSU on the back. It reminds us that alcohol and tobacco are prohibited on the edge of land, before notifying Mr. Joel himself. The Kapitain will have to pick up the pieces at the beginning ... but we forget this very quickly and eventually go under the shower head with the pompom, and we pile in wet t-shirt fashion. As
say Roosevelt, yet the great apostle kapital but visibly attached to the Kollectif, "This day will go down in history as tainted with infamy." The Torpedo has folded in front of the camera ... burocratic but he will find a parade! This affront, this TorpédoGate, will not remain unpunished.
Meanwhile, goodbye Mowlot '(temporarily, before your umpteenth trip)! When
Gas' and Andi 'Dimoiwitch', we said we could not stay on a farewell like this ... Dating
Thursday 17 for a symbolic gesture that will live up!
Gentlemen
Kalin! The Politburo
