Standing by the away players exit, wilted daisies in his fist, plucking petal, after petal, after petal out, while tears trail down his jowls: "Loves me, Timmy loves me not, loves me..." And then Cahill emerges and brushes past MsBain to get to his expensive car.
"Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, I LOOOVVE YOUUU!"
Cahill's car peels out, exhaust enclosing MsBain. Flowers die in his fist. One last tear drop stains the pavement. "I love you, Timmy..." MsBain waggles his flabby fingers at the fading taillights of Cahill's sports car. MsBain's other hand holds a Cahill bobblehead doll. With a sigh and a hard on, MsBain wanders the silent streets to his home, because at the moment he needs to be home, in bed, and with a hero. Tomorrow will be a busy day at KFC, and MsBain must be at his best.
Hope my match report is better than this.
"Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, I LOOOVVE YOUUU!"
Cahill's car peels out, exhaust enclosing MsBain. Flowers die in his fist. One last tear drop stains the pavement. "I love you, Timmy..." MsBain waggles his flabby fingers at the fading taillights of Cahill's sports car. MsBain's other hand holds a Cahill bobblehead doll. With a sigh and a hard on, MsBain wanders the silent streets to his home, because at the moment he needs to be home, in bed, and with a hero. Tomorrow will be a busy day at KFC, and MsBain must be at his best.
Hope my match report is better than this.
