Porsche Man: The English Premiere West Ham

Regaining her coherency, Porsche Man professionally escorted the Brazilian Beauty into the flat where she resided.

“I noticed you have a goal, and it is an advantage over me,” she started the dialogue noticing her competitive adversary placed crutches on a chair before sitting down, “are we ready to continue our goal priorities?”

“Back on my turf I showed you I had the potential and ways to get a goal,” the well-spoken German peered into Porsche Man’s eyes, “and I just came over the border to see if you actually had goals in your All-American dream world.”

Sitting back, the star-spangled known worldwide for waving a banner sent a grounding message, “to be honest, I have a goal here, there and three hidden throughout the apartment, which counts to five, one for each finger, you have five fingers, don’t you?”

Taking the commentary in stride the Brazilian Beauty retrieved the therapeutic aides, “I know when things are over and,”

“You know you will not proceed any further in the knock out round unlike me,” Porsche Man bluntly reported reality.

“Maybe my fellow countryman, one with eleven companies, Black and Red will finish our athletic power play,” the Brazilian Beauty responded.

“Before you go,” Porsche Man started to offer, “would you like some Bayer Aspirin?”

“My compatriot, has enough of that,” the Brazilian Beauty replied, “they are eleven companies and company number four distributes Bayer.”

Wondering if she was a little rough on the disabled veteran Porsche Man poured water from the sink and popped the headache pill. “That is right I have five goals on the knockout stage, and I am still in the top ten.”

Sunday soon arrived, checking her datebook Porsche Man realized a visitor should be calling. Apparently, Aston who lives in the Villa wanted something, and despite Porsche Man below his position, the theatrical tease temptation, seemed like the proper afternoon delight.

Before Porsche Man had a chance to turn on the bubble machine the debonair Aston swooned into the setting searching for a goal. “You have been looking great, recently Porsche Man,”

“Five goals the other day and my opponent left with a clean sheet,” she remarked.

“That is very impressive,” Aston complimented.

Midway through the meeting’s first half, a disturbance interrupted the interaction, Porsche Man respectfully excused herself answering the request.

Revealing a goal Porsche Man exclaimed, “Antonio!” Acknowledging what was behind the entry.

“Whose there?” Aston inquired inside the living room.

“A friend of mine and he brought me a goal,” Porsche Man notified her first guest.

“Come on in,” Porsche Man invited, and Antonio who had the potential to achieve another goal, followed the hammer girl.

“This is Antonio, my goal, Aston,”

“I see you have a goal today,” Aston started to take a hint, “maybe it is time we took a break.”

“That is a good idea,” Porsche Man agreed watching Aston walk out to the courtyard and upon his return he noticed Antonio had a second goal.

“How could that be?” Aston questioned, “oh, he used his hands, that means no goal.”

Porsche Man and Antonio surrendered, “you got us, we do not really have one more goal.”

Smirking Aston let them know he had a goal leveling their engagement and this infuriated Porsche Man, triggering her Julie Bowen character, screaming out “Tommy, can you hear me?” When the shout ended up not having any response Aston explained, “hands were in use, lets just say you have a goal and I have a goal, so we both got our point.”

Seeing him leave Porsche Man felt something missing, like bringing two more points to the table creating quiet reflective time. Porsche Man sat down inside her kitchen and stared at her hands. “You know if I did not have hands, I would have goals and the three points today,” she thought, wondering if missing limbs can be an advantage when obtaining goals.