Here is the clock, the Trumpton clock
Telling the time steadily, sensibly
Never too quickly, never to slowly
Telling the time for Trumpton
Trumpton : BBC Television Opening Sequence
Avenue
Soft, slippery, watery, fleshy, pushing in on me and my obsession. We were trapped inside an overripe fruit, a soft pulpy nectarine, surrounded by throbbing orangey watery flesh, a living membrane, a giant womb. It was unbearably hot, our breath stolen from our bodies. Was this to be the end stuck inside a strange force field, an imaginary plastic bag covering our faces?
I fell to my knees looking at my love, crying out for her help. I could not die in this strange living organism never having once tasted the full fruits of my obsessions body.
“毎日毎日、一体どうなっているんだ。もう、こんな日々には耐えられない。
What’s it with these same days, I cannot stand them anymore
どうか、私を救い出してくれ。
Please save me.
山崎ハコ Hako Yamasaki : 助けて Help Me
Jihyo bent down, held my hand tight as I struggled to my feet,
“Hold on my darling we can get through this.”
We pressed against the soft living flesh barrier, we pushed the membrane,
“POP!”
We fell through the orange flesh and found ourselves in the middle of the road on Fifth Avenue. We looked up to see a strange site. We had fallen through a Confession Booth on top of which was a woolly hat with a lost property Avanti train attached. We got to our feet and stared in wonder. No people, no cars, no noise, the city that never sleeps in a coma. Giant steel concrete monoliths either side, the autumnal sun shining from millions of windows, miniature laser beams. The sky could be seen through a white netting on which giant black spiders roamed, we stood under a massive spider web. The Empire State building had a giant bug hanging on a silver thread, legs flailing at imaginary aeroplanes, an eight legged King Kong. I held Jihyo’s hand tight needing her strength, her comfort, her love. Not a sound could be heard, a complete vacuum, we inhabited a city in space. Had time stopped? Had the world ended? Were Jihyo and I the only ones left on a desolate planet, giant alien spiders the only other proof of life? Here in the most prosperous of cities we walked to face who knows what in deadly silence. Fear ran through me, infecting every cell in my body, only my love for Jihyo and her love for me helped me to move forward.
足元が闇の中に迷い込んでいくような気がする
I feel like my feet are getting lost in the darkness
お願いだ、今日のこの街で――たとえ無理やりにでも、その腕を伸ばして
Please, today in this town, even if you have to force your arm
そう、僕を引っ張って
Yes, pull me along
金子あやの Ayano Kaneko : 月光 Moonlight
I stopped as we walked along the empty boulevard facing my love in this strange desolate land I confessed.
“What are we doing? Are our life’s worth giving up in this endless fight to save the toffees. How can I put you through such a worthless mission when we could be making love and watching 인천 유나이티드 (Incheon yunaitideu, Incheon United). That song we love, it’s ok not to be rewarded. Let’s forget this fruitless mission, we have each other that’s all that counts.”
いいんです 報われぬとも
Its ok not to be rewarded
願いは叶わぬとも
That wishes don’t come true
山崎ハコ Hako Yamasaki : 飛びます Flying
Strangely in this silent world my voice came out as a speech bubble which floated up towards the spider web above our heads.
“My love how can we be fully happy if you are always in the doldrums because of your crap football team. This is something I cannot allow, I love you too much.”
Jihyo’s speech bubble came with a glowing golden heart; I grabbed hold of her speech bubble which dissolved in my hand, her love soaking into my body. I am the bad one taking my precious Jihyo’s love from one dark royal blue night to another and she did not care. Her love for me was eternal.
Jihyo took my hand and we walked on, the giant blobs followed on their web.
“I don’t think our eight legged companions are Narnians my sweet, or even of this planet.,”
said Jihyo, her speech bubble floating away.
Suddenly we found our path blocked by a line of Walnut Whips, a red beam went through the walnut toppings flashing on and off. Beyond stood two confession booths and beyond 725 Fifth Avenue, our destination, “Trumpton Tower.”
Jihyo stopped me as I went to cross the chocolate line.
“Juicy Pear wait you must cross when the beam is not shinning. If you break the beam booby traps will explode and you will be covered in cream fondant, death will be instantaneous.”
Her speech bubble floated away, a walnut warning floating upwards to the heavens. We held hands and counted, six speech bubbles mingled together.
“하나 “
Hana
One
“둘 “
Dul
Two
“셋“
Ses
Three
The beam went away. We jumped.
“Well done Juicy one, knowing how clumsy you are it’s a wonder you never fell on the deadly poisonous line.”
I had to smile at my love’s words, when suddenly we realised we could hear each other, we had left manga talk behind the walnut line of death along with our eight legged followers. We approached the confession booths as two armed guards, Delta Force from their attire, SMG-45 machine guns in their hands, obligatory wraparound sunglasses stepped out from the booths.
“Have you seen Barney McGrew ?“
the first one asked my love.
“He is surveying Greenland,“
she replied briskly and confidently.
Delta Force One nodded as Jihyo gave the password and entered the confession booth emerging on the other side. Delta Force Two looked me in the eyes from behind his reflecting wraparound sunglasses.
“What was Neil Armstrong’s favourite colour of boots?”
I stood frozen, what was this? Why had I not been asked the same password question? To say I was in a pickle is an understatement. I stammered my mind whirling, how the hell was I to know what colour boots the fake moon landing one liked. The only thing I could think of was “Capricorn One,”and they faked Mars.
“Arrgh my ankle I think I have twisted it.”
My obsession coming to my rescue yet again. There could only be one answer, I looked into Delta Force Two’s sunglasses,
“Purple.”
Delta Force Two nodded and I stepped through the second confession booth which reeked of Bovril. I thought about saying a few “Hail Mary’s” while inside but the Bovril smell was to strong. I left the booth and joined my obsession who looked relieved.
“That was a close call Juicy Pear. We must report back to our “Friend in the North,” that passwords are not always the same.”
In front of us towering up into the blue autumn sky was 725 Fifth Avenue, the monstrous “Trumpton Tower.” The 664 feet monolith throbbed, it breathed evil. Every minute as the hand of the Trumpton Clock at the top of the ridiculous colossus passed twelve, “Never too quickly, never to slowly,” it turned blood red, a symbol of every death the “Orange Man” and his predecessors have caused throughout the world, all in the name of their demented fake “Freedom.”
Clubbing
We showed our Presidential Protection passes to the dark glasses wearing armed guards at the front of “Trumpton Tower” and entered the foyer with its gaudy surroundings, all dark marble and reflective 24-karat gold. The extreme ostentatious and garish opulence suitable for the “Orange Man’s” tastes was an assault on the eyes, GBH on our retina. The place was deserted, no tourists, no guests.
“Well would you look at that,”
I whispered to my beloved.
Crawling along licking the marble floor keeping it nice and clean were the two “hangers on” club apologists, the no marks Snodin and Stewart chained together by the ankles.
“It seems the Friedkin has lent “Mr Orange” two club lackeys for a bit of spring cleaning Juicy Pear. Hopefully their tongues will wear out so no one has to listen to them babble on about the wind, cold, cups of tea, real men, the spaceship and how everything at the club is wonderful on their bleating Under 21’s commentary. As we always say thank god for the mute button when a Under 21’s stream.”
I could not resist standing on the hands of the two lackeys as they licked away which caused them to scream in pain. Jihyo led the way to an elevator whose doors glittered, practically mirrors. I was so taken aback by my obsessions reflection I completely forget to press the button to open the lifts door, so mesmerised was I. My obsession smiled.
“Juicy one you are sweet but get your one brain cell back into gear.”
I pressed the button and we entered a glass cube. Every side of the lift, floor and ceiling was shinny glass ringed by gold. My angel was on every side, above, below and in front of me, I could die here and now. Sixty eight buttons to press and above sixty eight was one more button, a special floor, our destination. I pressed “666.” As the lift carried us upwards music piped into our mirror world.
Well it’s a vile world but that’s all right
Long as the little king’s alive
In a day of shifting styles
His damage will last a while
Robbie Fulks : Little King
“Fitting for the Orange Buffoon, the evil shit really thinks he is a king, but using such good music for his self-gratification!”
Jihyo spat with venom.
We left the elevator on floor “666” and stood in a dim orange lit corridor, blood red carpet so deep and lush it covered our ankles. The corridor was at least a mile long, how could this be? We had no idea but evil has its ways. We walked to the end of the corridor in the dim orange light; the walls covered with pictures of “Mr Trumpton” all very disturbing, especially the one with the Ukranian crypto facist and the genocidal manic from Israel, we smashed it to pieces. We reached a highly polished mahogany door with golden handles; I opened it to a scene from hell. A giant auditorium lit dimly by red lighting, the air smothered in a foggy haze of Pineapple and Bovril. We were in clubland from hell. A bar was on one side of the giant room were Officers “Thick Lip” and “Skinny Bones” served Pineapple/Bovril cocktails. The “Good Man Gone Bad,” the head of the Canterbury Bovril Cartel sat at the bar with his sidekick “Duffers” dressed in his usual Cota de Malla and Morion, rucksack of woolly hats on his back. At a table sat the two murderers Bombabama and Bushwacker, laughing as they discussed how many people they had killed when President. How many bombs had been dropped on their orders, their hands stained in the blood of thousands. The three counterrevolutionary idiots Reid, Sharpe and Cahill sat in a corner injecting Pineapple and Bovril into their veins. Seoul Prosecutor “Meerkat” and Officer “Copperpot” sat in another dark corner, what they were up to is anyone’s guess.
“Whatever those twisted two are up to it will not be a patch on the night of the Kingsize and ravishing my love.”
Astonishing as ever, we stood in the clubland from hell, surrounded by our deadly enemies yet my obsession could make light of it. My heart ached, raced at the thought of ravishing my angels. For a moment I was taken away from the danger we stood in to thoughts!!!
It’s so good making love, won’t you help me do my thing?
Don’t be shamed
Just come on
Hey, now that we’re getting it on, we can do it all night long
We won’t stop now, oh my
Dorthy Moore It’s So Good
I quickly returned to our situation as my angel whispered.
“What a lovely thought Juicy Pear, but it must wait for the Kingsize!”
Demons and zombies walked among the living but half dead Pineapple and Bovril addicts. The “Mao Historian” his eyes glazed, drugged up to the eyeballs was attempting to rewrite Mr Zedongs “Little Red Book” on an imaginary piece of paper, quill in hand swaying, writing on thin air. The “Four Horsemen of the Moyesiah Apocalypse” were at a another table playing “Top Trumps.” All our demons were close up and personal driving nails into both our souls.
ったい誰の血？
Whose blood is this anyway?
コンコン コンコン
Knock, knock, knock
釘をさす
Drive in a nail
山崎ハコ Hako Yamasaki : 呪い Curse
A stage was at one end of the hall on which sat nine figures dressed in suits of different colours, blue, red, green, brown, grey, orange, black, white, yellow, the “Illuminati” the rulers of the “New World Order,” their faces hidden behind masks of Satan, not to be exposed. I was shaking, overcome with terror from head to toe at the sight of thses hidden faced ones, only my sweet Jihyo prevented me from making a run for it and blowing our cover.
“Keep close Juicy Pear, We can defeat this evil with our eternal love.”
We mingled among the hall of evil, keeping our fedora hats low so as not to be recognised by thosewe had the displeasure to have come up against in the past. Suddenly the nine hidden faced “Illuminati” pointed to the ceiling. We looked up, a golden rope slowly came down on which hung an upside down Gianni Infantino in just his underwear. Two wilting red roses protruded from his ears, a symbol of all the Palestinian blood this disgusting human being has on his hands.The room suddenly went pitch black, white beams of light shone reflecting off the now spinning Infantino’s freshly polished bald noggin. Flickering light like stars shone around the hall off “Have a peace prize Donald’s” head as a roar came from the assembled addicts and demons. Out on to the stage strode “Leo Soothsayer” dressed in his best Deigo Simone all black and his sidekick “Pepper Purple Toes” carrying a Korg RK100S2 Keytar hand held keyboard.“Pepper” was dressed in a purple leotard, one purple trainer and one purple moon boot which gave him an angular lopsided look. They broke into “All My Demons” an apt tune for the assembled throng. As usual they butchered the track with their screeching, I felt the first drop of blood from my ears as “Pepper Purple Toes” hit the first wrong note on his keyboard.
I am a sinner, a sinful man I am
Therefore since I was born, destined to be damned
The devil filled me up with his demons when I was young
Head to heart damage long time done
Rebel Son : All My Demons
The rush to the front of the stage was chaos, only sidekick “Duffers” stayed in the centre of the hall dancing away sweat dripping from under his Marion. The “Klugman Clone” stood on a chair shouting, demanding a Morrissey song. As the banshee racket consumed all, Jihyo noticed the “Good Man Gone Bad” slip away through a side door near the stage. We waited a few moments and slipped away ourselves through the same door. Another corridor, more “Trumpton” photos and then another mahogany door which we put our ears to. The voice of “Stinky Breath Horn Head.”
“Excellent my worshipping acolytes. Once Donny Boy has made Greenland the fifty first state, I believe he already has Mr McGrew surveying the land you can move in my Canterbury excommunicated one. Turn the whole place into one giant industrial complex producing Pineapple and Bovril cocktails, tablets and powder on an industrial scale. You will become so rich you might be able to buy the pathetic toffees from Spitfire here and finish my work for me, defeating my greatest adversary Miss Jihyo. If you can now both sign the Greenland agreement in blood.”
Jihyo opened the door, we walked into a room made of solid gold, it was as if we stood in the middle of the sun or next to King Midas. Satan sat on a goldens throne which floated above the floor, “Orange Trumpton,” “Spitfire Danny” and “Good Man Gone Bad” were in front of him on hands and knees, A golden knife lay in front of them waiting for their blood seal on the greenland annexation document.
Conversation
“Not so fast Louie”
My obsession went into full battle mood. Whatever the situation when she goes into full throttle my love juices just explode.
소총을 앞세우고, 우리는 공격을 감행한다
With our rifles forward, we rush to attack
천만 명의 대열을 이끌다
Guiding the ranks of ten million
송군의 깃발 이미지
That image of the banner of Songun
보천보전자악단 Pochonbo Electronic Ensemble
이것은 공격의 전투이다. This Is A Battle Of Attack
“Oh, not again, my great adversary and the pea brain one, can you please stop interfering with my plans. Where is the third eighty degrees of your ménage à trois? Oh, that’s right she has the second leg of the FIFA World Championship in that dust bowl in the sky. I do miss her acerbic tongue. 0-0 at half time by the way. Still 3-0 down ha ha.”
Satan laughed uncontrolably.
The smell of sulphur, Pineapple and Bovril seeped through the air as he spoke and giggled, a foul floating dead swamp. My obsession withstood the smell, I puked all over “Orange Trumpton,” which I must say was worth it. Jihyo picked up the Greenland agreement waiting for the blood signatures and tore it to pieces, throwing it into the air to fall as paper snowflakes.
“Don’t be so sure of yourself Louie, our love will use her FIFA skills in the 2nd half. As for Greenland it is not part of the so called “Land of the Free” and never will be! Your scheme has failed. Your evil acolytes can get out this instant.”
“Orange Trumpton,” now more orange than ever covered in my vomit, “Goodman Gone Bad” and the “Friedkin” stood and made to leave.
“Not you Fly Boy, things to discuss with you my little capitalist,”
said my sweet pointing an accusing finger at Mr “Spitfire.”
“Orange Vomit Trumpton” and “Good Man Gone Bad” left the room with their tails between their legs.
Jihyo went in foot first on the “Friedkin.”
“You did well Danny Boy with all that bluster when you first took over the shit show known as Everton Football Club. What was it you wrote,”
I take immense pride in welcoming one of England’s most historic football clubs to our global family, The Friedkin Group. Everton represents a proud legacy, and we are honoured to become custodians of this great institution.
https://www.friedkin.com/everton-football-club
“Your Executive Chair Marc Watts went further.”
We are proud to be the new custodians of your Club. Together, we will usher Everton into a new era, one that is marked by ambition and professionalism. As stewards of Everton, we look forward to showing our commitment to Club through actions, not words.
https://www.friedkin.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/Everton-Marc-Letter-v2.pdf
Satan giggled like a five year old demon.
“Yes he did do well didn’t he.”
“He certainly did my Horn Head friend. As usual most Evertonians swallowed this nonsense hook, line and sinker. The clueless blue masses, the Echo, the podcasters, the brainless social media crew and What’s Ap groups practically wet themselves over TFG and those sweet nothing words. They could not wait to welcome Danny with open arms. Look he has even got minority investment from Dallas Mavericks coach Jason Kidd whoever the hell he is, and American billionaire Christopher Sarofim. I had never heard of the Dallas Mavericks or Jason Kidd, still don’t know what or who they are, but the Everton website ran this crap from Executive Chair Marc Watts.”
“As one of the NBA’s greatest players and now a successful coach, his knowledge and winning mentality will be an incredible resource for Everton. He is a respected leader and household name for many sports fans and will bring a deeper understanding of high performance.”
https://www.jasonkidd.com/news/everton-ownership
“What absolute nonsense as the coalition said at the time. But the acolytes lapped this rubbish up, loved every single word. Can you tell me Danny Boy what has his “winning mentality and knowledge”has produced for Everton? Not higher performance thats for certain.”
“The Friedkin’s are Proper business men and look he loves playing golf and fly’s a spitfire the brainwashed blue masses spouted. Gormless podcasters joked about you and your planes. The Liverpool Echo ran embarrassing pieces about your pilot skills and some film you flew your treasured spitfire in. How the clowns at the Echo get away masquerading as serious football journalists is beyond me. He even has a conservation centre for the sweet animals in Tanzania. As if any of this meant anything, it had no bearing on the future of Everton Football Club. But all those blue tinted non thinkers believe anything. Jesus the ever talking crap , yawn, yawn Alan Stubbs told the BBC,”
“It is great news for the football club. Dan Friedkin brings a wealth of experience from the footballing side and it is really positive, but I am trying not to get too excited.”
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/articles/c3wp1jyj11do
“What a thick head. Another ex-blue idiot. There was no evidence at all to justify such an over the top claim. But hey he is not the brightest when it comes to football. But you got away with those soft soap lovey dovey statements Danny Boy, the non thinking blue masses believed every word. They even praised you for employing “Mr Windows 98” and even worse the “Mao Historian” and the worst football/recruitment structure in the whole country. Most even claimed such a football structure was a stroke of genius. The next step in the evolution of football recruitment. How thick can you get. But that is the podcasters, Echo and social media “Know it all’s,” totally clueless.”
Satan grinned his yellow fangs stained with Pineapple and Bovril as he ran his claws through the Friedkin’s thick immaculately coiffured Arey To The Root Serum anti grey lotion barnet and sneered
“He really has done superbly well, but it’s not hard when most of the toffees supporters believe anything put in front of them.”
“Thank you my Lord and Master,”
replied the Friedkin as he kissed Satan’s claw.
“Did I say you could speak Friedkin. You are here to listen that is !l.”
“You tell him my obsession, I mean my love, “
I shouted.
“Juicy Pear tad embarrasing leave this to me. “
I grinned sheepishly, my obsession continued.
“Only the coalition and a few lone blue voices saw through your American “Mammas Apple Pie” lies Danny Boy. The coalition has been on your case from the beginning, pointing out that you are nothing but a quick buck capitalist. TFG j American business people, capitalist cowboys, out to make a quick greenback. All those sweet words, were just that, sweet words for the non-thinking blue hordes. Brainwashed by the Echo, the Athletic and podcasters who since the day TFG took control of Everton Football Club have claimed that progress is being made. Some even think progress is still being made. My God most think the joke of a signing Tyler Dibling needs to play. They worship “Taylor Swift,” such nonsense lives in their heads. You really could not make this crap up. They swallowed your lies, your sweet nothings, you pretending angel.”
心臓が体よりも速く動く偽物は、
The fake, whose heart beats faster than the body,
常に時間を必要とし、天使のふりをする
Always take time pretending to be an angel
カネコアヤノ Ayano Kaneko : 太陽を目指す Aiming For The Sun
The Friedkin smiled, laughing, his pearly white implants for a moment temporally blinded myself and jihyo..
“Another new set fly boy I see,”
said Jihyo when our eyes had refocused.
“I get a new set once a month. Sparkling don’t you think. As for being a pretending angel, I did not have to work hard at all. The blue masses will believe anything. My Lord and Master never even had to give me any tips.”
“Your spot on there my billionaire capitalist you sold them counterfeit love and they took the wedding ring without one thought.“
Your counterfeit love that you falsified
With a broken vow and a million lies
And a million lies and a million lies
Johnny Horton : Counterfeit Love
Satan was bursting with laughter, in his element.
My obsession was not put off by these evil buffoons.
“We now come to the apex of your evil plan Louie. The two year monstrosity that has seen the blues left as a lower Premier League team run by a bunch of no marks and a dinosaur manager. Does this sound like as Mr Watts put it,”
“Together, we will usher Everton into a new era, one that is marked by ambition and professionalism. As stewards of Everton, we look forward to showing our commitment to Club through actions, not words.”
“No, it does not. You never had any ambition, any plan, vision, strategy. Your objective was simple; stabilise the club then sell for a profit. I must say it has taken the coalition by surprise that you seem to be ready to cash in your chips so quickly. Or maybe not. You realised the game was not worth the candle. No more investment once the ship was stable. The Esk summed up your let’s get out of here vision in an enlightening article.“
“Your exit strategy is moving into overdrive. Maybe you will double your money which is not bad for saving the toffees from the abyss and football death under the loathsome Moshiri. But I very much doubt in. TFG put in around £400 million, interest on the stadiumn is around 28 million and add around another 20-25 million in operating costs. Thats around £800 million. I doubt you will get much more than that for Everton. Satan has sold you a dud Danny Boy. You may get out breaking even or at best make a small profit. Hardly been worth your time has it. By the way “Fly Boy” is there any way you can stop that disgusting football cancer Moshiri turning up at the spaceship? Man should not be anywhere near the club, smash up his executive box or something, or better still smash up the whole Dan Meis eyesore. But back to the discussion in hand. You are never going to get any investor like 1882 Holdings who are buying around a third of the shite for £1.5 billion, and thats just for a third. They are now valued between£ 5-6 billion.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/articles/cx2vj4l9wxyo
That’s the sort of financial muscle needed to compete in the Premier League you believe, and you are not up for that. Actual football plan? There never was one. But you see “Fly Boy” there is a way to compete without having to spend hundreds of millions no matter what the Kieran Maguire finance guru, podcasters and the clowns at the Echo and Athletic say. A proper recruitment strategy and structure which can scout the world for cheap talent can produce a team which can be competitive. Such a plan may not reach the hights of winning the Premier League, but it could certainly produce a team that can compete. You know Brighton, Union Saint Gilloise, AZ Alkmar’s of this world. It can be done. A proper football structure not a bureaucracy, a competent Director of Football with a vision and plan and crucially people who know how to scout and use data. Juicy Pear does better scouting than anyone at Everton from our flat. He watches more football from around the world in a week than the whole recruitment structure at Everton does in a year. But any sort of plan like that was never part of your vision. All you had in mind was stabilising the club from the near death experience of the Moshiri reign of terror and then sell up. Even critics who talked you up at first are now seeing the light but sadly still too few.
Juicy Pear does better scouting than anyone at Everton from our flat. He watches more football from around the world in a week than the whole recruitment structure at Everton does in a year. But any sort of plan like that was never part of your vision. All you had in mind was stabilising the club from the near death experience of the Moshiri reign of terror and then sell up. Even critics who talked you up at first are now seeing the light but sadly still too few.
“Everton Football Club are nothing to you Danny, you are just the conduit of Louie’s evil plan. You saw the club as a destressed asset to buy and double your money while putting in as little investment as possible. An out of date manager, an arrogant hopeless CEO and the worst recruitment structure to ever see the light of day was your means. You don’t care as long as this complete shit show keeps the club in the Premier League until you find the right buyer. Meanwhile you will carry on with all your stupid capitalist gimmicks, chase the egg, golf, Tony Belt Buckle speaks, season ticket plus, unique seats on and on it goes and the blue masses will let you suck their pockets dry on this capitalist merry-go-round.”
“Stop laughing Fly boy or I will order Juicy Pear to smash your latest set of implants.”
“It was clear very early on what your game was. The coalition have been warning Evertonians about it since day one, but as usual they are too thick to see the truth. To busy reading silly articles about the colouring book author becoming manager of Glentoran and other such nonsense. Unable to think for themselves, brainwashed by the “Real business” people mantra, like they believed the football cancer before you. They listened to the real business crap spouted by the podcasters, the Echo and Athletic. They are now reaping what they have sown for their blinkered none thinking vision. Crying over the state of Everton Football Club again being put up for sale. If only they had listened to the coalition. But alas they live behind their blue tinted glasses. The coalition will carry on the fight against you and the whole shit show structure you have allowed to develop at Everton. The quicker you sell up and disappear the better. But believe me Daniel it ain’t going to be any quick sale and when it does happen you won’t have much, if any profit. It is not beyond the bounds of possibility with the manager and football structure at the club you may need to put your hand in your pocket in January. I know you don’t want to but as we speak Everton have won two games out of the last fourteen. It has been relegation form since, well the begining of this year. This season the toffees are lucky to have ten points. If Crystal Palace had taken their chances in the first half at the Spaceship they could have been out of sight. Same at Tottenham in the opening half hour. A last second worldy scraped a point from an out of sorts Manchester United. Even if you do give a little bit of money in January, which I doubt, you would be sending it down the plug hole. The recruitment structure at Everton is easily the worst in the Premier League, all put together under your watch. Hold on to your hat Danny Boy as you just might end up selling not a Premier League Club but a Championship Club.”
Satan and the Friedkin high fived.
“What a success my little capitalist has been don’t you think Miss Jihyo.”
declared Satan.
“Now my great adversary after your lecture how do you plan to escape from here? “Good Man Gone Bad” and “Mr Orange,” good shot with the vomit by the way pea brain, kudos, have probably already told the gigging throng you have infiltrated. It seems our battle at Megiddo is destined never to take place.”
It was at this moment “Seoul Station Chief X” entered the room, nodding to Jihyo and myself before whispering in Satan’s ear.
The horned ones roar was earth shatteringly loud, the room turned yellow with smelly sulphur.
“Four goals in the last ten minutes. Won four-three how can this be?”
Satan waved his hand and a portal appeared. A black and white carpet with the 인천 유나이티드 (incheon yunaitideu, Incheon United) crest had been laid out along Times Square. A Silver Chariot was descending from the clouds which were raining 소주 (soju).
“It seems our love has demanded the works for her victory parade Juicy Pear. Quick this is our chance while “Stinky Breath” is still raging.
My obsession grabbed my hand and we jumped through the portal before Satan could react.
まどろむ様なピンクの明りは
The pink light, like a drowsy haze,
浮かれ騒ぎにとってもお似合い
Is perfect for the excited revelry.
ごらん!! パレードが行くよ
Look the parade is going by!
つじあやの Ayano Tsuji : パレード Parade
