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I though Crouch did well in the first half. The problem is, he's not a sole striker. He comes deep for the ball, makes runs to make space for Owen and gets knock ons from the long balls. However, he doesn't have the pace or skill (or knowledge) to play as a sole striker, especially at international level. Agreed, though. The match was the worst of the World Cup so far.

Allback was pretty dire when he came on. On the other side, Sweden weren't outplayed, and at no point were they undone. Any other day it'd be an easy win. I fancy them against Paraguay (although if they don't win that they're a good bet to go out) and could get something from England.

Harry was aware if Defoe, I'm sure. I doubt he would have loaned him to Bournemouth (who was a former club if his) unless he rated him highly. If nothing else, they were aware of each other. The other plus is that Pompey signed four Spurs players who had trouble getting into the team in January and gave them first team football (and made Davis and Mendes into the backbone of his team). Defoe could do with a moe to Pompey for a year or two, show everyone he deserves to be a first choice striker then move on to an Arsenal or Man U. It's better than the other striker we've been linked with. Anelka.

CHAPTER 6 ::Air Canada Flight T27a to Lumberjack land takes off with B-Team leader Caboose and Lowly Junior Assisstant Cleaner of Toilets Chave aboard...:: ------------------------ ::Still not a part of any team, Mario runs after Caboose's plane just to catch up to him:: ------------------------ chave: Caboose, you're not telling anyone that I've had to take a job as junior assistant toilet cleaner on the flight because I couldn't afford a ticket are you? Caboose: Shut up. Those toilets aren't gonna clean themselves chave: (mumbles) I'll clean your toilets, ya gimp. Caboose: What was that? chave: I said I'm happy to clean your toilets you, errr, pimp? ::Caboose grunts and settles back into his first class seat to eye up the stewardesses:: chave: toilets suck... ----------------------------- Zack:"Looks like some infighting in the B Team, eh buddy?" Choken:"Yeah. We need to strike when they are weak...but how?" Zack:"I'll get them to work for us, whether they want to or not." ::FedExes Nude Scott Keith photos to Caboose's doorstep.:: Zack:"That'll work. If not, then those guys are the most resilient bastards on earth.:: ------------------------------- :::Barges in the door of CC's house to just find that the A Team has fled...he sees them walk away into the night. He follows closely behind in the rented BMW::: AM: Leave without me eh, what am I?! A curtain jerker now? ::Zack chugs a beer, and tosses the bottle over his shoulder. It lands on the windshield of AM's car, causing enough of a distraction that he drives into Old Mr. Peabody's hedges.:: :::AM slams into the hedges, getting screamed at by old Mr.Peabody and even worse...grumpy MRS.Peabody::: AM: Uh...would you guys settle for some autographed 8x10s? :::Mr.Peabody pulls out his REGISTERED shotgun and AM bolts after the A Team::: -------------------------- ::Caboose hits the self destruct button in his wallet to blow up his house from a remote distance. Caboose; Thank god, I'll never have to go any where near those SK pictures. The question is how did Zack get pictures of SK naked without A) Looking for them... or B) Taking the pictures himself... Mmmmmm. I guess the A-Team's idol is a naked Scott Keith...::

Superb

No. You make one for me.

CHAPTER 5 ::Scene, B-Team Training camp... Caboose: Right welcome to the B-Team Post Whoring skills training session. I see a lot of bright faces around here, some old, some new and some lost. Regardless, by the time I'm finished, you'll all be better than those in the so-called 'A-Team'. Todays task is fairly simple, You have one hour to post as many times as possible. The posts do not have to be coherent or relevant to the topic. You must simply post. Begin... ::One Hour Later:: Caboose: Well lets looks at some of these results... ...38 not bad, 27 passable, 46 good, 20 borderline, 12! WHAT THE FUCK! 12! You better shape up you bunch of low posting bitches. Before I ship you all out and start a fresh with the C-Team! From now on, if one of you fails, you all fail! Pier pressure is the only thing thats going to get you through!:: chave: Yeah, sorry bout that. My bad. ------------------------- :::Zack and Chosun are kicking it...IT being Anglesault's Prone Body:: ::Candian Chick eats the Large Cheese Piazza Dames Had delivered to her house::: :::Barron eats the bag of Skittles he saved::: :::Choken slowly takes off his sweat drained Shirt::: :Barron Gasps: :Choken Catches this reaction: Choken: You...Little...Fucking...Sick...Bastard... Barron: What? You got a good body... Choken: Are you aware that your tied to a hot beautiful girl in the THINEST of clothing...and yet you stare at me? Barron: She doesn't do it for me... Choken: She- CWM: Yo! Choke c'mon here Choken: Yeah... CWM: Where exactly is this going? Choken: How you mean? CWM: Well...WE haven't gotten anything and it's been an whole damn day and we haven't taken over.. Choken: Your Point is? CWM: Exactly...How are we executing our master evil diabolical plan? Choken: Good Point...But I mean We comatosed Anglesault... CWM: No one cares... Choken: Yeah...Barron does but he is preoccupied at the moment. CWM: I say it's time we stop flirting around and kick it in gear... Choken: You got it. Zack: Hey Guys! Look it...Caboose started his own B Team... Chosun: and there is a guy looking for us...I guess he is a disgruntled wrestler... Choken: Perfect...We'll make them bid our blood for them. We'll use them for our gain...It's only gotten better boys. ------------------------------- chave: WAIT! In Canada. The A-Team. They're talking about us. They're trying to tear the B Team apart! Caboose: What, they made you get a 12? chave: Ummm. Yeah, why not? They did that stuff with their mind. Or something. Caboose: So, the plan is clear. We must fly: both: TO CANADA! ::the B team run to the airport::

What do you think this place is? True. But there's plenty of other ways to do it than feeling like they're subverting wikipedia. I deserve a wikipedia entry more than TSM.

From all accounts, Shaka's a bloody good bloke too. Totally deserves today.

End it on a tie in the first group stage, extra time in the later knock-out rounds. The three substitutes rule is, I suppose, tradition. But that's part of football, conditioning to play the full game. T&T 0 Sweden 0. Awesome game.

Also, Togo's coach has resigned over a pay dispute.

Pompey have had a £12m bid for Defoe turned down by Spurs. Sucks that we probably won't get him, but it's a good sign that we have the money to do that.

See, that's what I miss about Pompey. Because we haven't got any players at the tournament, I'm putting my support behind Shaka Hislop, former Portsmouth player and T&T keeper. I'm hoping he keeps Sweden out in the second half (apologies to CurryMan).

You should see the police down here Chave, went to watch the game (despite hating football) at the guildhall and the fights were many, but shit..... The first half was really good, we totally had it together but the second half was flakey, that's when the police had to come out. Was it outside the guildhall? Sun + Beer + Football + Pompey = trouble. Were the police over-reacting or were people being proper dicks? I also like Burchill (the white guy) from T&T. He qualifies because his mother was from Port of Spain. He's not a bad player.

CHAPTER 4 ::Caboose walks into the B-Team locker room... He looks around the room and sees those in the B-Team. Caboose: This is gonna be harder than I thought...:: -------------------------- Choken One and Zack share an A-Team Elite, We Like O'Haire And You Don't Moment by wheeling a keg down to CC's basement and preparing to go to town. Choken:"Hey Zack, I just gotta ask...why WERE you already in CC's house?" Zack:"A gentleman never tells, Choken." Choken:"You were just playing video games weren't you?" Zack ignores the question and continues setting up the keg. -------------------------- :::Realizing he could drive to Coquitlam the seasoned vetran plays a mental game of chess with himself::: AM: Jobbers drive to shows, but me baby, I'll be sitting in first class. :::Hops on a plane to BC, realizing that Coquitlam might not have an airport, he heads to Kelona. Rents a car, tells some good old day stories and begins a trip to crash the plans of the A-Team and their Canadian hero...CC::: -------------------------- :::Back into the Basement::: Zack: Well...Since Umm we got these two chained and gagged...Let's show the world baby! CWM: CHOSUN! Did you Call Dames? Chosun: Yep...He is ENRAGED with fury..In about 12 seconds...the ENTIRE TSM nation will be aware of this... Choken: Think about it boys...In 12 short Canadian Hours...We will DOMINATE TSM. THE A-TEAM: HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! Zack: All right...I got the Webcam all set up...Perfect the entire world can see this beautiful FUCKWITHABLE chick in agony... Choken: And there is not ONE DAMN PERSON WHO CAN STOP US. ----------------------- :::Bombs down the road in a rented BMW::: AM: Ah, I remember when road trips had class! Traveling with true greats I tell ya, now I travel by myself in a 1999 BMW by myself...telling my own stories. Dammit I feel like Dynamite Kid! Well, me and him are alot alike, both amazing workers. :::Continues mumbling and driving:: ----------------- ::Zack snaps his fingers, and suddenly Sean O'Haire appears out of nowhere.:: Choken:"How did you do that?" Zack:"Uh, magic?" CWM:"Well aren't you just a regular Harry Fuckin' Potter. What's he doing here?" Zack:"After the shit AS put him through, he's gotta get his digs in too." O'Haire reaches into his trenchcoat, pulling out the small yet powerful black object that many smarks fear...THE SEAN O'HAIRE COLLECTION ON VHS~! AS screams in agony, shattering the windows on the house. Zack: This is great...You should see all these idiots CRYING and PLEADING for us to let C.C go...I mean Downhome...Spider...SweetsexyDiva...Caboose....EVERYONE! Choken: They hate us...But not as much as I hate them... Chosun: You know Choken...We never really went over WHAT exactly are our demands ya know... CWM: Yeah good point... Choken: True...SImple as it can be...Complete MOD powers...52% ownership of the board...Dame's Dog...Anything else? -------------------------------------- :::AM keeps sadly mumbling::: AM: Wait a sec, Dynamite is a cripple now. Screw that, I'm like Ric Flair. WHOOO! Thats what I'm talking about kid. Class. --------------------------------------- Zack:"I want Dames' TNA contact information. No more of this booking on a napkin shit with Russo. From now on I write the shows. AND THE DIATRIBES! IT'S ALL MINE!" ------------------------------ :::Sees Mario lying on the road in the fetal possition, promptly runs him over::: AM: Damn jobbers never want to lie with their backs to the mat! Always with the fetal possitions. Well THERE. Stick a fork in him, he's done, kiddo. ------------------------------ :::Choken One Is seen Sitting On the steps of C.C's Basement...Thinking to himself::: :::The Hostages are less restraintive and have relaxed::: :::Zack and Chosun one continue to read the reactions of the TSM board...Pleading for them to release C.C and the other guy::: :::CWM uses his Lumberjacking Skills and starts a Fire as there is no heat in C.C's basement::: :::Choken one Stands Up and walks over to C.C and slowly ungags her::: :::C.C coughs uncontroably::: C.C: What- Choken: Don't Speak. Look...We have nothing against you. It's just that...well...You are our PAWN for this game. Understand right? Look...Don't worry...YOu know Dames is in love with you and he'll do ANYTHING to save you...So Sit Back and relax and it'll be over very soon, honey. ::Bob stares intensely at Choken:: Choken: YOU! YOU FUCKING DIGUST ME. It's all YOUR fault this plan went to hell. Chosun: Choken...Look at this. Choken: I'll be back Bob...Yes...I got something planned for you. What is it CHOSUN? Chosun: Dames wants to meet you and you only. Choken: Ah look at little dames...Trying to fucking neogotiate. It's so cute...Tell him...No Game. Has he met the demands yet? Zack: Ownership of Board...His Diatribes...A Football Helmet of Cottage Cheese...Naked Picture of SPiderpoet...Yep. Made. Choken: Good...It's time for PHASE 2.

England 1 Paraguay 0 England looked a different class in the first half, but laboured a lot in the second, particularly when they went with Crouch as a sole striker.

I think it'll be tight, but Crouch and Owen to score in a 2-1 win.

CHAPTER 3 Choken and CWM walk from the door... Choken: What a idiot. All we had to do was follow the aroma of Pizza Hut Boxes and Naturally AS thinks it's Scott...So what do we do? He lagging us down from our C.C kidnapping? CWM: He'll figure it out... ANGLESAULT: SON OF A BITCH! That wasn't Scott Keith... Choken: Ah *slaps head* silly me...I read the Map backwards...His house is the other direction... Anglesault: *MUTTERS TO SELF* How is HE the leader...can't even read a fucking map! CWM: Just a few more hours Choken... :::The Gang Arrives at the Lawn of Candian Chick's Lawn in Coquitlam, B.C, Canada::: AngleSault: I CAN'T WAIT TO MEET SCOTT KEITH! Barron: Oh I know he is like mah IDOL! Choken: Can't we just Kill these two? CWM: Well sure but No one will cry about them... Choken: Damn True Point... Chosun: HEY! AS! Why don't you knock on the door... AngleSault: Really? COOL! :::kNOCKS Door::: :::Choken and CWM grab nearby Lead Pipes::: :::Door Opens and Beautiful Candian Chick opens it: AS: IT'S A GIRL! AHHH! OMG~! Wait...Aren't You... BARRON: Canadian CHICK! C.C: Yeah Sure... CHOSUN: NOW! :::Choken and CWM CONK The Idiot Twins::: and leave them on the steps::: :::CANDADIAN CHICK RUNS! TITIES JIGGLE! WHOO!: CHOKEN: YES! YES! YES! CWM: Umm...The plan? Choken: Oh yeah...CATCH CHOSUN! :::Chosun captures her and throws her into the Basement::: :::C.C is tied up to the Drain Pipes::: Choken: Perfect Execution. Now...All we have to do is Contact Dames and TSM will NEVER EVER be the same again... :::AS AND BARRON BARGE through the door::: Choken: Who fucking forgot to lock the door? Chosun: Whoops. AS: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE! THAT ISN'T Scott Keith... CWM: No Shit Sherlock. ::CLAPS:::CLAPS:::CLAPS Echo in the basement...As all Five men Turn slowly... It's the Suave and Slick ZACK MALIBU! Malibu: Great Job, Guys... AS: What the fuck are YOU doing here? :::Zack Hugs the Other A Teamers::: Choken: Haven't you figured it out yet AngleSault? You were NEVER the 4th Man...or was your boyfriend Bob...Don't you remember the Pilot? :::AS HAS FLASH BACK OF THE PILOT...IT WAS ZACK!::: AS: YOU MEAN...HE WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME? YOU SON OF A BITCH! Choken: Don't Worry AS...You can sit right next to C.C here and watch her squirm for our gain... CWM:Tonight...We take over TSM. Dames WILL submit to our demands...because he would never want this beautiful creature here to perish... Chosun: Don't forget Bob is his TnA taper... Choken: Exactly...and we all know Dames has the hots for C.C...However...YOU anglesault...have nothing to offer and thus you aren't worth ANYTHING to us tonight... AS: YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS DAMN IT! PAY! PAY! Choken: Aw this is already boring the shit out of me...Chosun...Waste him. :::CHOSUN smacks the cold hard lead pipe into AS's Cranium::: :::AS Lays Lifeless but alive::: Choken: Let's Get this started... -------------------------------- :::Finding that the A-Team is in Canada the true vetran steps out of his house. 1994 PWI magazine in his hand, chomping on a cigar. Ahh Calgary Alberta, now where could they be?::: :::AM mumbles to himself as he walks through the Calgary airport::: AM: They always go to see Canadian Chick, "shes hot" they say, well come on Choken, we all know I'm your favorite Canadian. :::A youngster walks by and glares at AM::: AM: Ehhh kid, want an autograph from your favorite board member? Remembering the good ole days with Savage and Steamboat? I have a promo pic and a sha....rpie. :::The kid runs screaming down the hall::: AM: Dammit they just dont respect true class anymore. :::Back to the hunt:::

To be fair, it did get a lot better when I started writing it.

Damn straight!

If you're gonna miss your keeper for one game, make it against T&T. England kick off in a few hours. Much as the pessimist in me wants to think we'll draw, I think we'll win. It's gonna be hell in the mid-day sun against Paraguay though. The players seemed to tire a fair bit against Jamaca last week.

TSM doesn't deserve a wikiedia entry. Who's gonna read it apart from idiots here who want to wallow in their own imprtance. If it was a spoof entry, then maybe. But not a serious one.

That is one scary looking man. EDIT: Roth looks like a character from A Mighty Wind.

It's also, in theory, a reserve player for every position on the pitch. So If both your strikers or both your full backs need to come off, you have replacements.

Chapter 2 fter Sending Old Man Henderson to the farm and Dames is ambushed and sent back to NYC... THE A-TEAM sit in the Jet and scheme the plan of RUIN! CWM: It's clear...We can't execute this plan unless we employ a 4th Man... Choken: Yeah but Who... Chosun: No Idea.. :::A toilet flushes and out steps a shadow of a Man::: Choken: How the fuck did you get on our plane Anglesault? AngleSault: Well...Barron is on good terms with Dames so he snuck me in here while you guys ate his cookies... CWS: Well...What are you doing here? Chosun: This is A-Team Business. Anglesault: Well...Truth be told...I've heard about your DIABOLICAL intentions and hell..I want in on it. Choken: You want to be #4? A.S: I'm best choice. CWM: I dunno...Ya know his ego will try to take us over... Chosun: Well...Its only a matter of time before you two kill each other over leadership... Choken: Whadda mean? I'm overall leader here... CWM: Really...Heh...I wasn't aware of that I thought we were TEAM. A.S: Calm down fellas...Let's just work on this plan... ::CHOKEN ONE STANDS UP TO A.S:: CHOKEN: OUR RULES...OUR TURF...OUR GAME...Understood? AngleSault: Yeah, Understood. Damn Freaking Understood. On the plane: Pilot: Sorry guys, but I'm gonna have to land this thing. I'm picking up some sort of reading. AngleSault: Damn, I was looking forward to meeting Scott Keith today. They look out the window and see a strange floating cloud type thing. They all immediately think that it's the Beast's ghost, but it turns out that it's an arm off the William Regal doll. Choken: How did that get there? Barron walks out the toilet, a ragged PWI Regal special in his hands. Barron: Hi guys. I heard you needed a 4th man. Well, I'm here. Anglesault: Hey, I'm the fourth man! The plane lands ... :::Angle Sault and Barron are bickering down on the Air way::: Choken: Just great How did these 2 assholes get into this gig... CWM: At least we didn't tell them the true plan... Chosun: That was a good Choken...Making them think we're in Canada to Meet Scott Keith so he can take over the board just like OLD DAYS! Choken: Hey...They are the rubes that fell for it CWM: So...What do we do? Send them towards SK and say we'll meet them later? Choken: Nah...Bring them with us...BID THEIR BLOOD. When we get too our location...He-He...A.S will BURST into tears... CWM: Exactly...When he sees that Beautiful godness all chained and gagged...He'll break into fucking pieces...This will be the greatest day in TSM history... CHOSUN: WHOO! Choken: Just think about it...Who is the most COVETED player around here? Exactly...Canadian Chick. CWM: Such a Shame She has to be used as a Pawn in our sick web of deceit... Anglesault: All right well...Let's get going...SK is a busy guy you know... Choken: Yeah...Good Point AS... ---------------------- ::Elsewhere, Mario forms the C-Team which is only big enough for his ego, so he is kicked out of his own team right away!:: ----------------------- Meanwhile: Choken: And you're sure this is Keith's house?! Anglesault: Well, yea, look at all the Pizza Hut boxes Choken: True -rings doorbell which sings "whoo" Anglesault: Aw, for the love of - Scott, Hi