Story of the Week for the week 31.03 to 13.04.2008

Cris, I wish you’d stop your showboating. Every time you score a goal, you go to the opposing teams’ supporters area and start dancing and prancing around. What fun do you derive from irking them?

It’s not them who I irk, my dear Ron. It’s you who I want to irk. You see, my step-overs leave opposition defenders floored. When they try to tackle me, they miss. Always. And they always get you with their tackles. Maybe you are not as blessed as I am.

Saturday night. Big match at the Burrington Stadium.

Commentator: … and as usual, it is Cris who is bossing the mid-field. Something that the relegation threatened Cobblestoners will not relish. Here he is again! Ohh!!! What an amazing display of skill… It takes some doing to chest the ball down at your own feet and now he is on the run… Running at Floyd… and away from him… running at Cris, his namesake and away from him!!! Still, its Crissss!!! What a goal, what a wonderful solo effort from the Brazilian mid-fielder. A mazy run, which ended with the ball in the back of the net and Cris on his knees, in a mock celebration of a Miss World winning participant. And his team mates are beside him, as they converge near the Cobblestone goal post.

Oh no! Something terrible has happened! Ron is writhing on the ground in agony. He seems to have been trod on his foot by one of his own team members during the celebration. He’s bleeding profusely from his left foot. Aaarghh! He’s been shot at! He’s been shot!!!

Up in the stands:

Sharp shooter to his boss: Damnation! Missed that darned Cris. He must be blessed.