Porsche Man: The English Premiere West Ham

Midweek street report rumors started swirling, ‘Chelsea went over to the Red Devil, sang the blues and came back with a goal’, not enough to move up the standings and challenge Porsche Man. Apparently, she gave it her best shot, but the united man front displayed by the underworld power player presented two goals overpowering the Stamford Bridge house resident performer.

As for Brent Ford, the one with all the honey and buzz, he visited the beach, fed the seagulls two goals, matching the old Trafford sinister creator’s talent agent scouting, private show results.

“I am still in the top ten,” Porsche Man thought sitting on the porch having an early morning breakfast next to a banger, pondering her meeting with Lily White later in the day, “I do believe tonight I will have a successful meal before heading to the weekend cottage retreat.”

Going back inside changing into her traditional claret blue uniform, hoping she could find enough goals, and enjoy the three-day escape without losing her top ten prestige, “I mean if Astin Villa can sport these colors then I should have the same luck.”

Usually, Porsche Man had strong confidence going over to Lily White’s castle and this evening was no different, “I do very well at evening parties,” she defended herself about the commitment getaway.

Upon arrival, Lily White already received a relationship goal when sentiments could be heard inside the mansion, “Romero, Romero,” Porsche Man saw inside the blinds.

“Oh boy, I am sure I can still get something tonight.”

Knocking on the door, Romero answered, “Well Porsche Man,” he greeted, “what brings you out this night?”

“Lily White and I have a dinner date,”

“Dinner date? Wow,” Romero responded

“Porsche Man, come on in,” a scream shouted out in the background.

“Meet Romero,” Lily White continued, “he’s, my goal.”

“Really,” Porsche Man acknowledged as they accepted their banquet hall seating chart placement. Time passed and the engagement’s first half came to an end. Feeling a little lost Porsche Man minus a goal observed Lilly White canoodle her Romero goal. “You know you should get a goal, Porsche Man,” Lilly White expressed.

Hearing the commentary triggered an emotional surge, and the Yankee conjured up her Julie Bowen character, “Well,” Lilly White exclaimed, “you got a goal!”

“That I did,” Porsche Man agreed wanting to produce, better table position.

After dessert plates served, Porsche Man still stayed even, steadying a positive course, portraying a new confidence level, sipping tea she watched Romero and Lilly White venture towards the parlor where a fire burned brightly. Marching with a graceful proud, valiant presence, she bravely announced, “I have a second goal.”

Both Romero and Lily White were stunned, “you can leave now,” Lily White’s angry tone shook the foundation. Walking to the departure gate Porsche Man felt her star spangle banner fly high as they opened the exit.

“Good day, Miss America,” Lily White gave a complementary send off.

“I got two goals here,” the elated Porsche Man nearly hugged Romero exhibiting her jubilee attitude.

“Did you touch my Romero? My goal?” Lilly White’s corner eye caught.

“No, I did not come near your goal Romero,” Porsche Man defended confronting the wintry air.

Bubble machines remained silent until Porsche Man returned, “I scored two goals tonight,” she told them, “and I am very ecstatic.”

Due to Chelsea getting dumped by the red devil, Porsche Man realized top ten standings were secured and the cottage experience fantasy was ready to be a reality.

“I am a united west ham and I have been hammering away way too much,” Porsche Man pondered already packing, “break time.”