Porsche Man: The English Premier West Ham

Being recognized topflight status by her peers Porsche Man had a Friday night earned commitment and attended an engagement that Mr. Luton’s decided to throw celebrating his renewed Grand Opening. Apparently, last century the former west ham united made an appearance at his world-famous tea party and that was the final time the theatrical tease went to the special event until the present.

“This is a night to get many goals,” she silently planned fitting well into an innocent white ensemble while rumors swirled speculated, ‘if Porsche Man came home victorious, she will sit at the table’s top spot.”

Upon arrival a pleasant greeter wearing an orange uniform outstretched her hand, “would you like to pick out one of Mr. Luton’s fashionable hats?” The paid employee offered.

Smiling affirmatively, Porsche Man started rummaging through the selection until finding the one that could get her goals.

“That looks great!”

“I am sure it does,” Porsche Man agreed heading to the party’s entrance, “wow everyone here is spinning their story,” she commented.

“Yes, once again after all these years, it’s a Mr. Luton’s Spinning Hatters Ball,”

“So, much madness,”

Everyone dressed in orange, making Porsche Man feel Americana while playing the talkative conversation game. Suddenly, her Julie Bowen impersonation inspired character triggered an opportunity, resulting in achieving a goal.

“Is that who is on top? Right now?” A stranger wanted to know.

“It won’t last,” the companion replied, “the citizens are still the most important factor in this town.”

“I know but,”

“But nothing by tomorrow we will look to the sky blue to see the citizens set things straight.”

For the evenings’ second half Porsche Man stayed very quiet despite trying to act like her beloved inspiration, Julie Bowen. Feeling very strong, looking the part she peered around the fantasy landscape and wondered for a split-second if Harry would pop out and say, “I am here, how can I help?”

Zooming through the mass crowd, the talent stayed very humble but near conclusion another goal emerged, making the outing a success. As time winded down Mr. Luton casually walked over, “you must be Porsche Man,” he proclaimed.

“Yes, Mr. Luton and your hat got me two goals.”

“Two goals, one I was doing my stars and stripes Julie Bowen schtick then someone saw something and seemed impressed on how I zoomed.”

“Zoom?” Mr. Luton inquired.

“Weaving in and out of the crowd,”

“I guess an action picture would need something like that,” Mr. Luton remarked before moving on to another guest.

Ready to leave Porsche Man started making her way to the exit, when she bumped into a nice guy, “I swear I did not use my hands,” she screeched, “but I have to say you look adorable in that hat.”

“Porsche Man,” the young gentlemen introduced, “I am Anderson.”

“Well, Anderson, I see you have a goal,” Porsche Man noticed.

“It has been the longest time since that has happened,”

“But you have a goal, so the night was not a full loss,” Porsche Man comforted.

“Well, I need more, Porsche Man, I cannot go back into relegation,” Anderson paused, “it has been a fairy tale so far,”

“Well, Anderson get more goals and maybe you won’t get demoted.”

Things were getting awfully loud, and Porsche Man wanted to get fresh air when miraculously a nice opening developed. Checking the time, she saw the whole thing pretty much ended and decided to take the long journey home.

Going down to the tube, she was back with the public, and it hit her that even at this moment in time, reaching the mountain peak this early, hoping the citizens do not wreck the getaway cottages, life’s rewards were great, but could disaster be close?

Relaxed stepping onto the train filled with hard-working citizens Porsche Man thought, “well, being number two at the International break is fine,” she whispered, “but that is for now.”