Gordon Ramsey was sitting again in the kitchen. After doing something original (sending a woman out of his kitchen) he decided he needed to do some work. He was asked to write some reports. "Damn, I need to do some fucking work, while this fricking chickenfilet is so raw that it's still wants to cross the road. And that bitch of a Peruvian Dog wants his steak so oiled that I needed to fight America because they wanted to invade my fucking plate."
"First I need to have a good time, before I start," was what he murmered, when grabbing his phone. "Yo Carlos, Do you still have the Hookers ready? I need some stressrelieve." "Yeah," Said the voice on the other side on the line. "Meet me at the Brandenburger Tor." *Click* It was the last they saw that day from Ramsey.
3 days later Ramsey was home, with an enormous celebrity with him. "So pieces of shit, which can't even cook a fucking potato if the fucking recipe was fucking put in fuck of fucking you! This guy knows to bake the right stuff!" pointing towards the guy besides him, called Charlie Sheen. Charlie took immidiate command, and whilst groping the nearest big breasted woman (which was on the other side of the room) he said: "So bunch of fucking pussies, why don't you learn how to make the fricking steak. I like to have it welldone, like all the girls after I am ready with them!"
With more fear in their stomach than after being force have to eat their own cookings, they started. Just like my story does. The results of pre-season:
Friendly: 1860 Munchen II 4-0 homewin
Friendly: SAK Celovec/Klagenfurt 2-0 awaywin
Friendly: SKN St. Pölten 3-0 awaywin
Friendly: Brno 3-1 awaywin
Friendly: Trinec 4-0 awaywin
Friendly: Augsburg 1-2 homeloss
Friendly: Cittadella 2-1 awaywin