“Ragnar stood in the office, staring at Piotr who was out in the yard, punching the sandbag.
"What good will that do?" he asked Johann.
"Well, it is a theory I have," he said in his usual superior and mysterious way.
He took a deep drag on his pipe, coughed a little and continued.
"Remember when I had that thin boy Piotr moving all my furniture?"
"Yes?"
"He became quite a lot stronger. I believe that if Wolfgang hits that sandbag enough times, he'll be able to punch his opponents even harder."
"Don't think it will wear him out? Destroy his hands?"
"Bah," Johann spat. "That's not why we have him on the team. He is there to kick the opponent, not enjoying some leisure activity."
He drank from the brandy.
"And what if his hands hurt? He is not the ball-handler anyway!"
* * * * * *
A very fun game... at least for me, who thougth I'd be butchered.
Everyone should play this guy, and learn to laugh at any result... Specially me!
Rematch whenever you want.
Cheers! ”
"What good will that do?" he asked Johann.
"Well, it is a theory I have," he said in his usual superior and mysterious way.
He took a deep drag on his pipe, coughed a little and continued.
"Remember when I had that thin boy Piotr moving all my furniture?"
"Yes?"
"He became quite a lot stronger. I believe that if Wolfgang hits that sandbag enough times, he'll be able to punch his opponents even harder."
"Don't think it will wear him out? Destroy his hands?"
"Bah," Johann spat. "That's not why we have him on the team. He is there to kick the opponent, not enjoying some leisure activity."
He drank from the brandy.
"And what if his hands hurt? He is not the ball-handler anyway!"
* * * * * *
A very fun game... at least for me, who thougth I'd be butchered.
Everyone should play this guy, and learn to laugh at any result... Specially me!
Rematch whenever you want.
Cheers! ”