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As much as I hate to tempt fate, I think our target's gonna be Europe next season (even if only the inter-toto cup). Certainly the Russians not gonna splash out his dodgy money for a lower mid-table team. Ah, fun times ahead...

CHAPTER 13 ::Chosun Murders the A-Team and controls the world::: :::Chosun wakes up from his dream with a glazed look on his face::: Choken: Good Nap Kid? Chosun: Yes. Choken: Good...We got word that The B Team is no more then 10 minutes behind us... Chosun: Yes. Choken: Does Chosun Sucks Barron's Pee wee? Chosun: Yes. CWM: Mmmm...Something is fishy... :::Zack emerges from the second bedroom::: :::C.C walks out with a distant look on her face::: :::Choken and CWM make a glance at each other::: ------------------------ ::The A Team get back into their car after their little piss break and drive aimlessly through the outskirts of Canada CIty:: Chosun: So, let me get this straight. We've kidnapped Canadian Chick, embarked on a trek through Canada, we're being chased by the B Team of Caboose, chave and AM, who are in turn being chased by Mario Logan and the recently dead corpse of Fook who he brought back to life by taping a tramps head to his body. And now the police are chasing us after Bob Barron tipped them off. Oh, and I'm still naked after losing to CWM at strip poker. Choken: Yeah. What's your point? Chosun: Oh, none really, I just wanted to do a quick recap. You know, for fun and stuff... ::They pass a sign saying "ON-TOPIC: NEXT LEFT":: CWM: Quick! That way! ::Meanwhile, a short way down the road:: chave: Finally, we are near the A-Team. We can see their smoke after hours of chasing them. Increase the B Team-mobile to maximum speed! AM: Er, you're driving dude. chave: Not in my head. Cabose: Ah fuck this ::Caboose heaves chave out of the driving seat and speeds after the A Team's car:: CWM: Shit, it's the dastardly B Team. Quick Choken, turn down that side alley. ::What follows is a high speed car chase through the narrow back streets of Canada. chave fires a pistol at the A Team car, and it nearly hits the wheels, but instead just breaks one of those little light things at the back of the car. The brake lights or something, I dunno. They continue the chase through a market place, overturn a maarket stall selling watermelons, and they drive through a pane of glass, which scares the hell out of CHOSUN and he cries like a little bitch until CWM slaps him. God, do you know how hard it is to write a car chase? Seriously, I mean, come on. It's an action scene, and you expect me to write it out in words or something? You know what happens anyway. Same as every James Bond film ever. It ends when the B Team spin out on a banana skin that CWM has left there, just like in Mario Kart. Shit, I bet no-ones even still reading this. I better put it in the dialogue to make sure. Oh yeah, and I rock. He he he:: Caboose: My God, we've spun out on a bannana skin, just like in the Mario Kart games. One can only presume that CWM, with his previously unknown but still dangerous addiction to bananas, is to blame. chave: 'kay ::Meanwhile in the A Team car:: Chosun: Dude, that banana was my only means of covering my modesty. I was gonna grow it till it was big enough to make it into a suit. CWM: Why didn't you just put on the spare set of clothes in the glove compartment? Chosun: There's a spare set of clothes in the glove compartment? Zach: Sure, we told you that before. We just thought you liked being naked. Canadian Chick: *giggles* Chosun: No-one told me! CWM: Sure they didn't... Chosun: NO-ONE T.. Choken: Quiet, you fool. We're approaching a hotel for the night. We can stay there and hide from the B Team. CWM: You mean like we did a few pages back? Choken: Yeah, only this time: BETTER. BWAHAHAHAH~! Chosun: Weirdo Choken: Screw you nude boy ::They enter the hotel::

CHAPTER 10 :::Choken and The Gang Drive along the empty highway of Canada::: Choken: Those fuckers are getting pretty damn irritating CWM: Well if SOME ONE WASN'T stupid enough to leave them a fucking letter we wouldnt have to worry about them. Chosun(naked): Look I am sorry...can I at LEAST have a fucking sock to wear... Zack: Sorry we don't wear any Baby Socks here pal :::C.C in the trunck Giggles::: Choken: HEY! Where did the guy go? Billy or whatever... CWM: You mean, Bob Barron? Choken: Yeah CWM: We left him back at the first hotel... :::Meanwhile...AngleSault FINALLY comes too::: Anglesault: What the hell happened? Choken? CWM? Chosun? You won't believe this dream I had...Wait...This isn't my bed and this isn't my Aerosmith Wallpaper...WHERE AM I? :::Looks outside and reads "CANADA-BRET HART'S HOME TOWN::: AngleSault: How the hell did I wind Up here? and whose house is this... :::A.S looks around::: A.S: Ah Look a Computer...Oh My God! THEY KIDNAPPED C.C AND BARRON AND ANGLESAULT! Wait..I'm still here and they aren't...does that mean? THEY FUCKING LEFT ME! :::reads more::: AS: What? U mean Caboose and Chave and Fook and AM didn't even wake me up? Sweet Jesus! That's I'm leaving... :::Stomps up the stairs but door swings wide open and knocks him back down the stairs:: Dames: Here we go...Excuse me AS. :::Steps Over AngleSault's Bleeding body::: Dames: Damn it...We missed them... ------------- ::Mario Logan arrives at the hotel:: Mario: Canadian Chick. *sniff* I can still smell her. The scent is getting stronger. I am getting closer to her. :: Mario enters the hotelto look for signs of where they went, only to find Fooks prone, headless and (more pertinently) dead body at the foot of the stairs:: Mario: Fook, my one true friend. What happened? Who did this to you? I will return you to life. ::Mario whips out the freshly decapitated tramps head he had found on the side of the road and, foruitously, brought with him:: ::Several hours later, Mario surveys his work. Fook stands before him, with new tramps head dangerously perched atop his shoulders, stuck on with masking tape:: Mario: So Fook, who did this to you? Fook: Urrrrrrrrr. chave. Mario: The B Team! Those bastards! So, our quest is clear. To get revenge on the B Team, and get sweet, sweet Canadian Chick. Fook: Urrrrrrrrr. sweet. Mario: Lets go, we can follow their tyre tracks. Fook: Urrrrrrrrr. tracks. ::Mario rushes off, leaving Fook, who doesn't follow, but keeps on looking into the distance with a blank look on his face. Finally, Mario returns and drags him off:: --------------------- :::Choken One Puts on River Runs Red Album::: CWM: Fuck That! ::::CWM puts in NeverMind Album::: Chosun: Fuck that! :::Chosun puts in Bob Seger:: Zack::Fuck That! :::Zack puts in Mandy Moore::: CWM+CHOKEN+CHOSUN: FUCK THAT! :::Choken turns on Radio Radio Dude: The temperture is a mild Negative 4 today in Canada, Bret Hart's Hometown. Today Headlines are, A Canadian Chick that does by the name of...Canadian Chick has been kidnapped by 4 Message Board Posters of the TheSmartmarks.com. A delerious Bob Barron gave testimony just recently Barron: THEY TIED ME UP TO A GIRL! OH THE HUMANITY! Radio: More on this as it develops... :::CWM turns radio off::: Choken: Ah Damn.

CHAPTER 9 :Pulls bullet out of arm:: Fook: OW! That hurt, you FUCKER~! ::Bitch slaps AM with his good arm, knocking the gun out of AM's hand:: ::Caboose picks up gun:: Caboose: All right! Everyone calm down! Can't you see what's going on here? The A Team has shunned us all, but we're all too caught up in our own egos to see that everyone here wants the same thing! Chave: A free dinner at Americatown? Caboose: OK, everyone here wants two things. That, and revenge on the A Team for rejecting us! I say we join forces and attack as one. With us working together, their post-whoring days will be over! Chave: Then, can we go to Americatown? I'm starvin' here! All: SHUT UP!!! ::Now realizing they CAN work together, Caboose, Chave, Fook, and AM run upstairs for the final battle with the unsuspecting A Team:: ----------------- ::AM, Fook, chave and Caboose finally reach the top of the hotel stairs:: Caboose: OK, there's two locked doors up here. Which one will we kick open, 70's cop style, first? AM: Why don't we just split into two groups and take a door each? chave: Suspense. AM: Ah, okay. Caboose: chave, you know what to do. ::chave kicks in the first hotel door room 70's cop style, to reveal a familiar looking couple in bed together:: Caboose: What the... Tiffani Malibu and Banky? chave: OMG WTF!!!!!!!1 It's the triumphant return of TIFF MALIBU~! Tiff: That's right hon. Me and Banky came down to meet up with the A-Team and provide a distraction to help them get away. AM: So, you're actually a real person, not a gimmick. Tiff: Yeah, but don't tell Eagan or Johnson that... Caboose: Enough of this. To the next room! ::The B Team run to back out and kick in the other locked door. The room is empty except for the reminants of some games of scrabble, monopoly, pictionary, cluedo and strip poker, along with a pile of CHOSUNS clothes:: Caboose: To the window! ::They reach the window just in time to see the A-Team try and bundle Canadian Chick into the car:: Caboose: Quick, there's still time for us to reach them if we hurry. chave: one thing first before we go ::chave pulls out a pistol and shoots fook repeatedly in the head:: chave: Sorry. He was really starting to annoy me. ::AM, Caboose and chave rush down the stairs to try and catch the A-Team::

Italia 90?

I think that Koller going off may give them a slight psychological boost. However, if he's not going to be able to play against Italy and Ghana, then that's not good for USA.

IBM, you're a German fan, yeah?

To be fair, the Americana aren't playing badly, it's just the the Czechs are a damn good side. They'll give Ghana and Italy a good go though. Koller looks like his tournament may be over.

Damn, that was a good goal. Just as the States were getting back into it too.

Congrats to the Aussies for a good win. I get the feeling that Aloisi goal could turn out to be important too. Good luck for the Americans. A draw would be a good result as I fancy the Czechs to finish top of their group, but I can't see anyoe dominating it.

Chapter 8 ::Cabose and Chave dive across the bonets of several Dodge Chargers before kicking in the door of the hotel 70's style... Caboose and Chave back up against the outside wall Caboose: Cover me! Chave: Sure thing boss! Caboose looks around the corner brandishing a plastic magnum, he does a forward roll before sitting up and pointing the toy gun at a cleaning lady! Chave however dives in straight after Caboose and shoots the cleaning lady with his plastic revolver! Caboose: It was just a cleaning lady! Chave: Sorry boss. A smashing window sound comes from upstairs... Caboose: Up there! Caboose and Chave hustle up the stairs...:: Mysterious Voice: Hold it right there! ::Caboose and Chave turn around to see....Fook!:: Fook: I'm afraid I can't let you get any farther. Chave: Whatchu talking about foo....k? Caboose: And what are you doing here, anyways? Didn't the A Team reject you earlier on in this story? Fook: That's why I'm here. I must be the one who gives the A Team what they deserve, not you! They shunned me, and now they must pay! Caboose: They shunned us too, remember that, you fucking ho? ::Caboose and Chave try to continue upstairs, but suddenly find their path blocked by several huge men:: Fook: Say hello to my expendable stereotyped henchmen. Legs! Louis! Moose! Rocko! Knuckles! Advance on them! ::Fook darts past the B Team and goes upstairs as Caboose and Chave fight some stupid henchmen:: ------------------------------------ :::AM bursts forth from the hall beside the A-Teams room. He pulls a revolver out of his HOLSTER~! and points it menacingly at Fook's head::: AM: The party is over boys, pack up and move on home. Caboose: But we're taking over the A-Team! Chave: Yeah! AM: Oh come on guys...I'm not taking over the A-Team, I AM the A-Team. Now the get the fuck outta here! :::Caboose dives for AM's gun, but is blocked off last second and Fook gets a bullet to the arm:::

Good God, chill out. I can't even read what you just said. But whatever I said I need to chill out? What?

'twas a good game. Mexico should go through now.

CHAPTER 7 :In Car:: ::Zack Mans the wheel as CWM and Choken Sit in the back as Chosun navigates and Barron and C.C are locked in the trunk...AS remains out cold in the house::: Choken: Just Great...We had everything figured out and what happens? These dickfucks find us and are shooting at us... Zack: Don't Worry We'll figure out something Chosun: Where do we go? I mean I am Sure Dames has alerted the Canadian Border... :::Meanwhile, At the Border...Crickets Chirps::: CWM: Yeah we can't go back to America...Every Charleton and Shitheel will be looking for us. Chosun: You think we should Just give up and surrender CC and the other guy Up? Choken: NEVER. I am not a Quiter. Are You a Quitter CHOSUN? Maybe I was wrong about you...Maybe your aren't worthy of this status...There a million fish in the sea...We can always flush you out... Chosun: No, Sir I am not a quitter... Choken: Then stop acting like one damn it..and sit up straight...Enough with the slouching business. ACT PROFESSIONAL. --------------------------- ::The B Team enter Canadian Chick's house:: chave: The A-Team are getting away! What are we doing here? Caboose: They may have left clues. If Sherlock Holmes was here, he'd look for clues. chave: Thats your answer to everything Caboose. It never works! Caboose: Shut up, Watson-chave. I'll search the basement. You search the bedrooms. chave: Snooping round a girls bedroom? Now that's what I joined the B Team for! ::Caboose wanders into the dark basement, and trips over something. He turns on a conveniently placed light switch:: Caboose: What the deuce! Anglesault? Tied and gagged? Naked? Wearing a Scott Kieth mask? So it was him in the pictures! Those dastardly A Teamers. Who on Earth could of thought up something so outrageously disgusting? chave: Yeah, that's my bad. Anyway, I found a note CHOSUN left saying where they were going. Caboose: Why would he leave a note for us? chave: That, my friend, is a plot twist for annother post. To the B Team-mobile! Caboose: 'kay. ::chave and Caboose run to the B Team-mobile, leaving AS in the basement alone, naked, tied and gagged wearing a Scott Kieth mask:: AS: (thinks) This is the best fun I've had in years... ------------------ ::In A Hotel in Canada::: :::The A Team and the Hostages; still chained and gagged sit in the room::: :::Chosun and CWM Play Tic Tac Toe::: :::Zack styles himself in the bathroom::: :::Choken Sits by the window staring out the window::: :::The B Team is seen in the Parking Lot aruging::: Choken: They arrived. Zack: Told Ya...Good One Chosun. Chosun: Sorry I thought you wanted them... Choken: Don't Worry...They want C.C...They'll get her. -------------------- :::AM arrives at the hotel just minutes before the B-Team, he watches them pull up in their rented Lumina from the roof. He slides down a ladder from atop the hotel's and sneaks into the hotel through a back door. Sharpie pen in his back pocket and 8x10s in his hand, AM proceeds to the A-Team's room...only to find that the B-Team has already arrived::: AM: Those bastards trying to upstage me! I'll show them! --------------------- ::The B Team arrive in the parking lot:: chave: Here we are. "A Hotel in Canada", just like CHOSUN's note said. Caboose: You've been saying that for the whole trip. Shut up already! chave: 'kay. Just thought you'd be interested, that's all. Hey, look! Overe there! It's Murmuring Beast! What an unexpected plot twist! ::MB runs up to the intrepid duo, his early 70's style Brian Wilson beard flowing in the wind:: MB: Hey, what up homeboys? Caboose: MB? I didn't think you'd speak like that. MB: Yo, I be a bad trash talking fly motherfucker. chave: But you like the Beach Boys and all. I thought you'd be a hippy or something. MB: Word! chave: 'kay. What are you doing here anyway? Last I heard you were fighting with Cancer Marney in Germany. MB: Yeah I was, but check this wack shit out. I saw Mario Logan earlier looking for your funky asses. He said he wanted to help you fight the A Team, or some shit. Apparently, they've got something precious of his... Caboose: Canadian Chick! It must be! This case becomes more and more curious. What do you think, Watson-chave? chave: ? Caboose: You suck. MB, you may go now, as the novelty value of your comedy slang is growing thin. MB: Wack. chave: Look! In the hotel! That looks like Choken One staring at us from the window. ::Choken disappears from the window:: Caboose: We must formulate a plan so cunning that if it was a fox, it would have all the pies. chave: 'kay. ::A crashing noise comes from within the hotel:: Caboose: Shit! Lets run into the hotel like in 1970's cop films.

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.