:har::haha::har:

He obviously passed him his pen and the numpty dropped it and it broke :DL

Rob Green has trained all morning and in 3 hours he had 4,000 shots fired at him and did not concede a single goal.

This afternoon, he and Heskey will train with the rest of the squad :haha:

As my old friend Kermit was so fond of saying...
"It's not easy being Green" :haha:

Problem was.. he had other things on his mind..

"Green's recent breakup with 23-year-old Canadian model Elizabeth Minett may have distracted the goalie in preparing for soccer's showcase event."

Poor heartbroken chap.. :dead:

Poor....wealthy young heartbroken chap :yep:

LOL! So true Jim.. my use of the word poor was as follows..

poor (pʊr)

• Eliciting or deserving pity; pitiable: couldn't rescue the poor fellow.

Although a few other definitions might also apply..
2. Not adequate in quality; inferior: a poor performance.
3. Lacking fertility: poor soil.
4. Humble: a poor spirit.

..(whispers to LS.. sorry mate.. no more Green bashing..I promise!) :arrgh!:

Think I have an idea where LS got off to... Have a hunch he took a trip to S Africa.. to bribe the Officials and make sure we (US) didn't win a game!!

Not sure a bribe would be needed on that one... unless of course you were playing us (Australia) again...:hmmm:

I don't know why everyone is criticising Heskey.

I think he's been solid in defence for Algeria.

I think.. its time to clear the decks here.. take this to general topics or something.. stop hijacking our master storyteller's home turf, and await the next installment!
:rock:

Well one more. Great ribbing guys and we Limeys deserve it. Good luck today against Ghana; rooting for you. While England alone, and not for the first time when others might choose an easier way, stands against the might of Germany tomorrow.

Enough banter.

LS

"Heidi will you and Josephine come down from there, and perhaps powder your nose for the moment".

Suitably chastened, but still giggling like girls they moved away.

He dispersed my crewmen with a wave of the hand. There were free drinks at the bar after all.

"Sir?"

"Yes, I have something to discuss with you, but it's good that you have let off steam first."

I could still see that they were both peering over from the bar, where our U-46 gang were buying them drinks at an alarming rate.

Doenitz continued. "As you know, I have rid myself of some pen pushers in the 7th Flotilla and will do so again on the other bases. I want actual combat veterans who know the boats in the seat, to run our campaign".

"It would mean giving up your boat, and releasing it to another commander. Your Number One impresses me, but I do have a good group straight out of Kiel and the Baltic training station ready for their first command".

He caught my glance towards Heidi, enjoying herself with our crew at the bar.

"Heidi would like it, too."

I gulped the last of my drink.

"What do you say Kapitan....?"

LS

And the air pressure drops as the entire Subsim community holds it's collective breath...:o

You gotta be kidding me!!
I finally get the whole story caught up and transposed at a new site..
(with more spell check work than I care to mention)..
and he's going to end this thing!!
NOOOOOO!
Somebody start one of those Subsim Forum Vote things
and don't let this happen!:damn:

I reckon he'll decline and continue as normal :smug:

With my mouth gaping open, I glanced out of the corner of my eye, Heidi even in her tipsy state, sneaking a look at me over the top of her glass. The look of hope in her eyes was unmistakeable. She knew what we were talking about.

A promotion, more pay, and a safe desk job, perhaps being able to make a difference for our boats, instead of just complaining about things in the ward room, bridge or bar; being close to Heidi every day (how I yearned for that); and I have done my bit haven't I? No more freezing long watches, no more fierce Atlantic sea in your face, soaking you to the bone. No more the general cramped, exhausting and stinking conditions of living on a U-Boat. No more the terror of depth charges, or planes. No more nervous tension of being deep for hours, and constantly having to be right with every guess. No more killing.

An easy life in France instead.

I looked at the photographs on the wall, always more every time we return. For a moment I saw my own graduation picture alongside them.

Then my gaze crossed to the U-46 gang. Dieter wearing a feathered lady's hat from somewhere, arm wrestling with Panwitz, Hans and Viktor trying to get two pretty nurses more drunk than they both were. Bruno leaping off the upstairs balcony to be caught on trust by his Second Watch, Kuki tucking in to a great plate of fresh French food that he hasn't had to cook himself on two little ring burners. Christian arm in arm with Kapitan Lehman swapping tall stories of the sea and swaggering back to the bar. Gerhardt being slapped on his back by his comrades whilst at the same time pouring beer over his head to remind him to get back on Watch next time. Kurt and Johann trying to waltz together and slipping on the wet floor in a muddled heap, and countless other young happy faces, whilst Oscar smoked his pipe and sipped contentedly at his favourite bordeaux, kept only for him when he comes back, and looking on benignly, knowing full well his medical services are sure to be required before the end of the night.

Reuben and Cox, diligently halfway to Hamburg with supplies for a family in hiding

Then there's Willi left manning the boat with a skeleton crew. Good old supersticious Willi, an eagle eye on Third Watch and a genius navigator. Convinced that any change, or deviation from custom will be the death of us all. Perhaps he's right.

And then there's the boat he is guarding itself. The U-46 has been a part of my life it seems as if forever. Noone, apart from Otto, knows more about the Laughing Swordfish than me, and we have been through so much together.

Uncle Karl is waiting patiently for me to speak.

I give him my answer...........

That night Heidi and I had our first serious argument.

LS