And The Winner is... Iraq!!!!

Lately weekends have been a disappointment.. as eventful as SBS weather watch and slow as aids. A couple of weeks earlier I took upon agreeing to go to a soccer match with my mate Victor and Robo, apparently not the butter feet material this time, Fulham FC vs Melbourne Losery. Ever since the world cup soccer has inched its way up on my interest chart.

So last night was cold.. windy too, typical Melbourne weather which couldn't be helped.. but the walk to the stadium was made more pleasant by the frantic merchandise stand which were struggling to retain all the ballons that were attatched, blown away by the breeze.

The crowd was buzzing, 20 thousand supporters spread out in telstra dome made it look like 100 people. A mixture of young and old, also complimentary eye candy sparking the mood for female connection! Victor was amped! tonight was about Victor!
Fulham handed out candy and took it back then pushed Victory into a puddle and proceeded to kick mud all over.. so it was 4 - 0 Fulham.

Nearing the end of the match attention was drawn towards more pleasing aesthetics if you know what I mean..... giggity. Anyways the 90 minutes pass and we leave with a void... so as always we feel that void with food and headed to the Nandos adjacent from the stadium. We ate, as guys we often just talk about chicks.. so we did.. bunda bunda bunda... I tuned out trying to fix my fone.. it was funked..

Entering Cyberspace.........
We left Nandos and headed for club TFU. Robo was reluctant to go as he is 25 and has no time for baby shit (the teeny boopper scene) but at the line he was persuaded to stay. There wasn't a massive que, everyone huddled like penguins to fight the winter weather and soon enough we got in. In the club Robo and Victor found a comfortable spot scoping out some potential, I on the other hand went to the bar to shout Victory a potent mix of alcohol.

Slowly simping on the mix Victor twitched... giggity.. spasming you can see the life force circulating through his viens like luminous Xmas lights. He was ALiivveeEEE!!! We hit the floor bumping to the bass.. dimes left and right of us I hint to Victor "what do you think of her" the voluptuous brunette to the left of us. Suttlety (spelling?) isnt my specialty so we was sprung... she left a lingering eye and a smiled trickled down her face as she tossed her hair across her face to hide her interest.

Victor being new to the game was eager to play ball.. so I gave him a little push on his trike and walked up to her, "hey whats with the cold shoulder?" her "what cold shoulder?" me "I'm Mr X and heres my friends Victor and Robo".She was quick to introduce herself as Olivia, Victor shyed away from further convo so I stepped up the liqour. Fueled with liquid courage he left his shell in the cloak room and started sweet talking our new friend.

Talking turned into grinding.. I had to take a break and laugh in the corner, I was in hysterics! Victor had a boner!!! (serious) at this point in time Victor's alter ego was in complete control.. I could see it! I could tell the future! Victors first kiss will happen faster than I could say nenad. With the crowd bouncing wildly to the beat it was like all the disco lights united and only rained upon the new couple... it was like a sound barrier had been formed around them and only heavy panting can be heard within their space. Like a generic love scene.

She gently kisses him on the lips and Victor reciprocated with a slobbery mouth full on her face! Union was achieved! my work is done here....
and so I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air.

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.