Porsche Man: The English Premier West Ham

While Team GB Lionesses were scoring successful goals down under, Porsche Man welcomed the new season with concerns due to high powered changes. Over the break, cleaning out the refrigerator and discarding magical rice that she believed brought good opportunity fortune prioritized her agenda.

“I sure feel bad discarding all that rice, I hope those gunners will not run off and get married,” the single unattached thespian thought polishing the silver plate she won during the Europa Conference final raffle. Looking out the window to her East London flat having new hope, she wondered where that Harry fellow seemed to be, and this whole royal pain situation could be soothed, “he is being such a red devil,” the American theatrical tease thought waiting patiently.

Over the past few weeks after the staged financial winning promotional photo at the Europa Conference Porsche Man took a strategic appropriate invitation and visited Germany, not achieving any goals she returned empty handed.

That is why good ole Harry decided to join her business ventures, “I need a guy like Harry, he can make my professional goal difference scripts come alive, real strong.”

Hearing news a German group disappeared from the outback, Porsche Man decided anything can happen these days, and granted a prestigious chance to sit at the table’s top, means goals must be scored.

Realizing the first domestic business meeting would be without Harry, Porsche Man’s independent spirit returned, and she headed to the South Coast for a discussion with Mr. Bourne who still had a big mouth.

For many years, Mr. Bourne picked at his cherry trees and on this beautiful mid-August afternoon the atmosphere remained the same, “well Porsche Man, it is good to see you,” he greeted the young stars and stripes entrepreneur, leaving the small step ladder behind, “I guess you did not get relegated.”

“No, actually just missed the top ten by four spaces,” Porsche Man defended her record.

“I am still on borrowed time,” Mr. Bourne confessed, “nearly got demoted, last year ended really close.”

“To be honest, Mr. Bourne, if you were on the lower level, your cherries maybe winners.”

Mr. Bourne’s eyes widened, “my cherries are top tier fruits.”

Seeing numerous trees representing the red army made Porsche Man retreat, “I wish Harry could protect me here,” the West Ham United talent whispered.

“There are goals here for plucking cherries,” Mr. Bourne mentioned, “successful ones can be obtained.”

Thinking about what happened when some favorites were quietly removed during the international convention Porsche Man received the comment in stride.

“You know just like the Germans the Americans disappeared,” Mr. Bourne informed the competitive tourist.

“Yeah, I heard it was inches in fact,”

“Well, Porsche Man, if a cherry bomb goes bang, measurements matter,” Mr. Bourne stepped down, “you are getting good, many are in your basket.”

Hearing this hard-working complement made the aggressive go-getting image resort to her Julie Bowen, Paris American Werewolf attitude, “I came to Europe to get a goal, and I am going to get it.”

And within the next few minutes she filled her quota, “there that should be enough,” Porsche Man concluded about setting and achieving a goal.

“Very nice goal,” Mr. Bourne noted walking right through her defense, “guess what, I have one too, let’s call us even.”

“Yes, it’s a draw,” Porsche Man agreed accepting Mr. Bourne’s outstretched hand.

“You have a point, I have a point, we are not nothing,” Mr. Bourne made clear.

“That is right, we may not be having huge goal differences,”

“But we have an entertaining product.”

“Should we box all these up,” Porsche Man suggested.

“Boxer Day is a long way off, much to do, and I can use these cherries as snacks tonight.”

Finished cherry picking Porsche Man proceeded back home when her cell phone rang, “Hello,”

“Porsche Man, it’s me, Chelsea, I am hosting the boys from the band Sunday and was wondering if you were free next weekend, maybe I could sing the blues for you,”

“Yes,” Porsche Man scheduled an appointment, knowing the one time great could be a nice source to accomplish a few goals, “that is if Harry, shows up.”