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On to match day three, and Fry was on a flight bound for Tokyo. He had seen the roster ahead of time, again on the substitutes bench.
"Another drink, make it a double!"
The game kicked off, with Catalunya in their traditional hideous yellow and red. Blinded by the dreadful jerseys Twinkletoes was unable to find the ball and Yun stroked it into the upper corner.
More corner kicks flew in, shots luckily wide of the goal. Luiz Jr was having a fantastic match at the back, trying to cover for his struggling goalkeeper.
Bamford to Nelson nearly resulted in a goal, lighting things up a bit for the Catalunoids.
Approaching halftime, Fry called for another Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. Gotta be game fit, after all.
The ball rattled around in Tokyo's penalty area like the ice cubes in his drink. Yellow, he thought. The ball continued to pinball around the pitch until Lee punched another goal into the same upper right corner. Naturally, while Cataluna was still lamenting the previous goal, the Continental nodded in a third goal.
Fry secured another drink, confident that his efforts would not be required in the second half. Just at that moment, Zlatan put in his second goal, leading us to halftime down 4-0.
What a performance.
"What? I'm not ready to go in, just let me finish my drink."
A fifth goal was scored while Fry was tying his shoes, Zlatan completing his hat trick and going to the concession stand for his traditional free hotdog.
Finally, Qarista opened his account with a fine strike. Just four more to go!
Deep into the second half, Fry was still waiting for a first touch, with twelve minutes to go he collected an errant cross and made a pass.
A comprehensive passing display lead to Medema scoring to bring it back to 5-2, but time expired before any further damage could be done. Probably another 180 minutes of football would have been required for cataluna to bring this one back.
"Another drink, make it a double!"
The game kicked off, with Catalunya in their traditional hideous yellow and red. Blinded by the dreadful jerseys Twinkletoes was unable to find the ball and Yun stroked it into the upper corner.
More corner kicks flew in, shots luckily wide of the goal. Luiz Jr was having a fantastic match at the back, trying to cover for his struggling goalkeeper.
Bamford to Nelson nearly resulted in a goal, lighting things up a bit for the Catalunoids.
Approaching halftime, Fry called for another Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. Gotta be game fit, after all.
The ball rattled around in Tokyo's penalty area like the ice cubes in his drink. Yellow, he thought. The ball continued to pinball around the pitch until Lee punched another goal into the same upper right corner. Naturally, while Cataluna was still lamenting the previous goal, the Continental nodded in a third goal.
Fry secured another drink, confident that his efforts would not be required in the second half. Just at that moment, Zlatan put in his second goal, leading us to halftime down 4-0.
What a performance.
"What? I'm not ready to go in, just let me finish my drink."
A fifth goal was scored while Fry was tying his shoes, Zlatan completing his hat trick and going to the concession stand for his traditional free hotdog.
Finally, Qarista opened his account with a fine strike. Just four more to go!
Deep into the second half, Fry was still waiting for a first touch, with twelve minutes to go he collected an errant cross and made a pass.
A comprehensive passing display lead to Medema scoring to bring it back to 5-2, but time expired before any further damage could be done. Probably another 180 minutes of football would have been required for cataluna to bring this one back.
