My dearezt blog,
not often we had the pleazure being so cloze az now:

At the moment, im zitting in an arena with big black glancing eyeballz ztaring in the emptinezz of the pitch, which will be filled in zome minutez with an awezome crowd expecting THE bloody game of the year.

Imagine thiz blackeyed coach with a fiztful of "Ratz for the Win"- Flagz in each claw.

Imagine thiz coach with a poizongreen "glow in the dark" commercial tattoo on hiz forehead saying "Sewerbrewer". And he knowz, that hiz headache iznt made only by the tattooneedlez... but he really dont care. He haz much more important thingz to think of.

Imagine thiz coach knowing, that all eyez are on him thiz morning. A trikot on hiz chest saying "GO, RATZ GO!"... and knowing the prezzure on hiz shoulderz. The heavy weight of thouzandz and thouzandz couplez of eyez travelling all the way to the shorez of Ulthuan to watch thiz one matchup, that haz never been before in the hiztory in Ulthuan and elzewhere in zuch an important game.
Even "Warpztone Media" haz come to broadcazt live and direct to Zkavenblight, where the even more multiple amount of fanaticz will fall in the same fever, the coach haz at the moment.

Imagine thiz coach knowing, that he had the greatezt zupport he could think of and the namez and facez of thoze other guyz helping him the lazt time flashez hiz mind.
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Zuddenly zilence fillz hiz earz, and he knowz it. There iz a job to be done. There iz a final, that want to be won by hiz kind. There iz a trophy hold up high in the air by clawz.

And then the zun will break through the cloudz and will carry him on the path of a legend.
Now the coach knowz it:
He will write hiztory zoon... he will BE hiztory!


Thank you for lizten to me, my dearest beloved blog.

Let the game begin.
PeteW, where are you? Come on over, I am ready!