“The rain was constant, the clouds thick, oppressive and heavy. The streets were awash with debris and trash, and soon the pitch was a giant mud bowl awash with debris and trash, but the trash was walking and trying hard to act human. Just the way I like it.

Name of the game here was ball control and territory denial. Rolling cages and eager diving tacklers kept the Cinderella Story from writing one of their own. Pretty much the only thing that went their way was the fact that they nearly killed Luba, and got J.R. after he'd scored. Deckard put a hole clean through 2002 Korea World Cup Team, but missed his power source unit, so the geneticists patched him up right on the spot. Damn shame that. It would have been a sweet retirement.

We had to be careful near the end of the match - we were leading 2-1 with the ball but any hole in our line could have ended with a score. Thankfully, no-one was in the mood for another tie, so Wilbur busted through the thin defense and put the exclamation point on the win right before the final whistle.

J.R. wass a chicken-head anyways, so no one will miss him. Shame about Tyrell's arthritis though. I knew he wasn't cut out to last in this business.”