Last night I had a strange dream.
I was in a swamp, a place I'd never seen before, misty, deserted and scary. But I was not alone. A grizzled old man, strangely translucent, was at my side, I struggled to recognize at first but it was Jean Claude Skrela. Then a little further, there was some kind of spaceship shaped cock. A man was heading to the craft: it was Morgan Parra, wearing a yellow jumpsuit in the worst taste and a big blue rubber helmet. But the worst part of all this mess was me. I was 1m10, all curled up with a crutch, green skin and big hairy ears. While I wondered what it was like this shit, Skrela accosted Parra.
JC Skrela: Morgan! You can not go, you're not ready yet.
Parra: I gotta go! I have been waiting too long.
JC Skrela: No! You are NOT ready!
Parra: Maybe ... but I'm not afraid of defeat!
JC Skrela: You'll get scared, you'll have to fear ...
Then it was I who got into talk.
Lievremont: M organ, if you go to Clermont, what did we learn will not help. You will not find there that defeat, disillusionment and failure. There, this is not the dark side that prevails. It's something worse, something inexplicable ...
Parra: I do not care! I have friends there, Bonnaire, Malzieu, Rougerie, and this little barrel-shaped droid, Domingo ... these people need me! They have suffered for too long.
Lievremont: young padawan, if you go in Clermont, as Peter Mignoni you'll end up. Before it was a very talented apprentice, very promising. But once in Clermont, he lost his mind a. Now he lives in a very unwise of the galaxy, where people are crazy, and every night he makes nightmares featuring Agustin Pichot.
Parra: I made my decision. I'm leaving.
While Morgan Parra flew in its futuristic gear, leaving us both, like fools I want to say. Skrela then broke the silence with a sentence to a little class.
JC Skrela: It was our last hope ...
Lievremont: Not .... there's another ..
JC Skrela: Yes ... yes it's true ... about it, I tell you about ...
Lievremont: Yes ... his sister, Princess Trinh-Duc. Mighty is the force in him. Parra, Trinh-Duc, that is the hinge that we need to go to challenge the Black Knights of the Sith in the galaxy of the long white cloud.
JC Skrela: Uh ... nan actually, hmm, I thought of my son, David ... it's a very talented padawan you know ...
Lievremont: A padawan 30 years? I still prefer Box 6, padawan hybrid half droid, half lemur. If it is to lug around a guy certainly talented, but once there is some pressure to cut off an arm ...
JC Skrela: 're a bit hard ... then it is the type to improve with time ...
Lievremont: Sorry Jean Claude, did you may be able to pass the old Junior Jedi Novès crazy, but with me it does not work ...
I woke up in sweat at this time. I had no difficulty in interpreting this dream: Indeed, the transfer of Morgan Parra at Clermont worried me a lot. Little Morgan is my boy, my hand man, my future captain, I believe in him. And he will be buried in Clermont-Ferrand. You think I exaggerate, but between the renegades who want more out of their homes, and Domingo who landed the plane as an all deflated Michelin man, I wonder what I'll do with these guys. Well fortunately, I still Francou. Given its profile opener with a wacky chick kicking asthmatics, I was afraid Novès me and let me take breaks as he did to Michalak. Though. Generally, Novès if he looks to end a Redneck background of France, he managed to become a star. It's the players trained at home he demolished. I also tried to convince Médard bar before it runs like Jeanjean and Poitrenaud. But I had an unfortunate choice of words saying "You will not spend your career in Toulouse ... do not push it." Suddenly, he broke and lunch in the canteen he finished base Marconnet. The 3rd. If it continues like this there will be no player under 20 seconds in the 100m.
Nevertheless, I remain confident. The All Blacks are decimated, and plus I saw the Super 14 and excuse me to say is a sham. Ok their pillars run faster qu'Husein Bolt, a guy is able to pass post-contact as he takes a tackle cathedral by two players at this level it's more like rugby league than anything thing. They will not understand anything when they will take fingers in the eyes and bottoming hand in the rucks. Especially that McCaw will be there to compete in the field. For some it is an incompetent effeminate whistle as Wayne Barnes, they were all black to Cardiff again. Excuse me if I'm going a bit far, but the victory of the USAP has rekindled my fighting spirit.
However the most difficult tasks lie ahead: to communicate this mind to a bunch of players washed, demoralized and a minority of suicide. Between us, I'm not far from making a big mistake: calling Yannick Noah.
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