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SCOOOOO'LAND!
I really hate the Scottish, no nice folk at all, people with no manners whatsoever, staring into your face as if it was fucking christmas and you was bloody awful Santa Claus, but NEVERTHELESS will i be in the gayest of all moods imaginable, when the Scots, the BLOODY OLD SCOTS, will finally have shot the Third Reich out of this honourable tournament! (I am not quite sure about the mechanics, it well might be, that the Nazis will still have a chance if they actually, what they will, loose the game, i dunno). In the end: what fucking chance does this, this damn poodle of so-called rudi voeller, stand against the great Berti Vogts at all, stylewise i mean? Berti has got a whole lot of class, he has got a nice haircut, even if he is balding a bit, and he has got that nice gentleman-like manner about him, which that old dumb poodle-sausage Voeller (what kind of a name is that anyway?) is absolutely lacking. Son of a poodle, that is pretty much it. Man, get a haircut, and get rid of that moustache, probably won't make you more successful, but you won't look as foolish as you do now...
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