Porsche Man: The English Premiere West Ham

Fearing the bottom half, Porsche Man sensed an athletic style challenge confrontation soon, she seemed concerned. Due to this uncomfortable, queasy, suspicion, the American theatrical tease called upon her trainer friend Lucas, confident he could get a goal.

“I think I can help you with that,” Lucas told her over the phone and the next day an overnight delivery arrived, a stationary bicycle.

“How am I going to get back in the top ten, when these two wheels are not going anywhere?” Porsche Man thought to herself, retrieving a cell phone from the table.

Pushing a few buttons, the ringing started and when it stopped Porsche Man broke the silence exclaiming, “Lucas, what am I supposed to do with this?”

“Ride it, get into shape,” Lucas replied, “I know you look good now, but you need top ten quality.”

“What is it?”

“It is called a,” Lucas paused, “an Olympiakos, and if you beat it, you have a better standing.”

“I will be on the top?”

“Well,” Lucas tried to find words, “something like that.”

Figuring out what her trainer’s true intention, Porsche Man headed back to the refrigerator, still holding the communication device, “I need an energy drink.”

“You can get an energy drink next month, when you go visit the boys in the band.”

“How do you know I have a meeting with the boys in the band next month?”

Staying quiet Lucas mumbled, “you will be in the red.”

“But it’s the holiday,”

“And you will have your energy drink,” Lucas answered, “now get on with things and beat the Olympiakos”

“Lucas,” Porsche Man inquired inspecting the contraption, “do you have a goal?”

“Yes,”

“if you have a goal, then I have a goal.”

“If that is true. Porsche Man, then you beat the Olympiakos.”

After spending time studying the product, noticing the computer screen’s many available competitor visuals Lucas stopped by with a goal a few days later.

“Lucas, it is good to see you,” Porsche Man acknowledged before boarding the training apparatus.

“Did you decide which plan will be used today?”

“The tricky trees,” Porsche Man decided, “this is weird, it just asked me if Lucas has a goal,”

“Hmm,” Lucas cupped his lip, “I got one very early.”

“Good, it said,” Porsche Man made a quizzical face but still started to pedal.

Keeping a good pace, she avoided all the obstacles until the program, inserted a wrench into the course, “shoot Olympiakos got a goal.”

“Olympiakos, did not get the goal,” Lucas corrected, “the tricky trees did, you are now level.”

Halfway through the workout Porsche Man still felt fresh knowing that the single point would keep her in top ten range. “Ah darn,” Porsche Man blurted out, “its Anthony.”

“Whose Anthony?” Lucas questioned.

“A guy who I know, but this was a different one,” Porsche Man started to sweat.

“Well, think of Anthony,” Lucas tried a motivating technique, “the guy you know, you must get fit for him.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Porsche Man clarified, “at this point.”

“Think of him and get a goal,” Lucas encouraged admiring Porsche Man’s determination.

Suddenly, the Julie Bowen power surge struck, and Porsche Man figured out she once again was level with the tricky trees.

As the hour started reaching its end, Porsche Man slowed down, doubting she would actually beat the tricky trees. “What are you going to do? Porsche Man,” Lucas watched her eyes study the visual video featuring a tricky tree path, “you are running out of time, and it is going to be another draw.”

A second wind blew, and Porsche Man whispered, “Tommy can you hear me?”

“Whose Tommy?” Once again Lucas was confused.

Looking up, Porsche Man honestly wanted to know, “who are you?” Cueing the monitor to alert the pair, “you got a goal.”

“Yeah, I won,” Porsche Man raised her arms.

“That you did, and you are back in the top ten.”

“I am now ready to go on an international break.”

Stepping off the machine Porsche Man escorted Lucas through the bubbles flying all over the hallway, opening the door, enjoying Lucas’ smile, “Am I going to see you again?”

“Only if you get a goal?” Porsche Man told him farewell.