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screw Damn! Well, now you there not that botches the North Stand to begin my break them dry. In addition, they are supported by an armada of Upper Valais also uneducated in a potato field dérupe Saas-Fee, so you see a little table ... it looks like a moron Jerome Ruedin. Well you know me, in a spirit of openness worthy of me, I decided close this forum in North-top vortex. Well, for sure this forum was a bit like their sandbox, so they are a bit Goofs but as I repeat often, the money in business is the lifeblood of the Planta, then saw me I have a lot of the fucking dough, even the palms, I still prefer to decide how, alone as a major.

No, I'll tell you right directly without going through 4 Chemin-Dessus, move the match to whistle our Nile Pharaoh, do not push either the plug too far into the nettles. The pro has'm suicidal, is not deaf to much worse and that these should also queer supporters learn to be secured in the difficulty, style: 'One for all, all on an' as they say down in the Village.

All this has stuck a nasty blow to the great atmosphere that I restored after our brilliant victory against Vaduz. Dunno if you saw my coaching genius that even the Nouvelliste stressed, saying that by the time it was the best tactical Gabet a 'post-baked' and the approach advocated by Morgarten Wolfisberg at the time the Nati doing anything. You're perhaps a little young to remember it for suicidal then just imagine that when he landed at a news conference, would have told you the Brélaz disguised as Werner Stauffacher on the plain of Gruetli. Finally, with 3 points in pognes Xamax and who loses as stupidly as the Saudis are bitten a tanker, Y'avait enough for it to hit the skids with René to the gutter. Empty bar, cellar if it already happened once you're either, but at 3am, I can tell you qu'y'avait a drop to drink in this canis, everything had been booed, but the old rockeries with Rene because it knows how to hold, we are not cads anyway! You

never guess what happened this week down at work, finally on the training ground of the Combe. I picked up a monster s'couée. Not so much that fans wanted me to replace the door laughing, but these puppets Italian electrical installers gave me a real botch job on the ground in plastic. Suddenly, the son-proof electrical snow floating on air time and it had even begun to burn out half of the carpet! I tried rafistoller the thing with tape but I took 400 amps in the ass. All that has really not been fun. So I called the guy IS a polish for him, but since he has raboullé as soon as reset goes back to the socks, I have not even had the pleasure. Cui
IS me:''Bizarre that you're shaking'm done because you must be not bad for having decided to go coach! and worse, for you who complain that your girls will not move enough on the ground, take a small s'couée from time to time, it could not do them much harm!''

not con the guy, so, I decided to let the air trainer son ... and I had the brilliant idea of organizing a friendly match against these clowns from the FSA. Just stay to find a good referee. You have no number to Von Kaenel by chance?

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NY dog name, it fucks wrong! Yet I was sure of winning that game against that of Dordon Schaellibaum finally to be more precise, I was as sure of the win than to see the cuckoo solar Piccard finish at the bottom of Lake Neuchâtel. Well, darned Schael me laugh because it will remain the guy's who has spent even less time on the benches that Whirlpool Gabet, the former canteen of the club. You answer me that it is not surprising because the king of them knows much Hornus coaching football as Lehman in the conduct of cops Vaud, says it all. Well, I tell dru down, it shows you all that a good thing, a bad football player ever to transform into a magician on the sidelines because, as we say in the top-Chemin-Dessus:'' This is the right mower makes good fake!''

dunno how you found me on this first match as coach, but I swell, I think I mastered enough, perched- High in the gallery Communale, like a vulture on Catogne. Is that still I tell you that I consider myself not so much as a coach, but more like a solutioneur because finally I am not part of the problem for FC Sion. Admittedly, I had to endure the comments of Massimo yourfe, but by sending on the lawn or Monterubio to scrub the pins nor the humbug of the Egyptian offer to Lustrinogoal penalty kicks, I showed that c 'was the leader of the through. Good where I'm done in a little was when I rebricolé no defense in the second half, she took more water than a thirsty Blue Cross at a Christmas party.

Well I still have to return to the starting Stielike but not expect that I criticize the media because you know me, it's not my style. I do not know what he BAFFR the Teuton stink but dry, his breath like a mix between a sweet baklava with garlic and pine needles schnapps Black Forest. Besides, I wonder if he had not gone very evening with Tillman and the rest of the night clubbing with the Pascal Droz. Do you believe me, but I had to tell the friend of Rene redo the plaster as it lashed the office still dry 2 days after open window. Well, I'm sure I'll find a friendly solution with the sickly mustache style, he is barred without asking for dough and in exchange, I pay a squeegee up at the Cafe de Versegères Collombin.

Dunno if you know, but this week I received a letter from another ... the handsome mustachioed Debonnaire. You've perhaps wondered what this guy in motion down to Bern ... well let me explain because it is very simple: when you start your career in soccer players Vevey-Sports that you pass through the horns of the studios Sports TSR, well you can scribbler that end in an old office of the FSA under the orders of the lunch-socket Isoz.
So they will force me to find a coach ... well this time it will be a Valais. A guy who will understand the players, who will be gentle and emotional, that will work hard, raise Cajot style in a deposition to fruit, and especially a bad guy who will Olympians titles to his credit. You see, what we need is also a guy who will not afraid to strut in Suisse-Romande media people come and skate in the semoulle Tourbillon.
short, you see just how the headlines in the morning: 'The Emperor Constantine calls the Little Prince Saxon'.

No, really I'm kidding here, even Jaquier goberait not such a thing though ...!

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Good, well let's say you've seen how the latest share here? Personally, I am not really see why all the media hubbub around some "adjustments" in my coaching staff. Hey, I could just summarize the matter with you a saying of the Village: "When it comes the hail, there must be the ax erected outside the edge!"

short, after leaving the Corporal we bring ice picks by Whirlpool and listen to the theories the bites me the crux of the Ouli on the conscience of little girls, had to say stop to this tree! Otherwise, the whole system was going to bankruptcy and soon I would have been compared in Ospel, Uncle Scrooge UBS. I went anyway not blow all my money to support the pranks of my staff even further. Zouhe out these revelers, it's me in the head by hand. It's friend Rene who best summed up this story last night at Coffee Octodurus: "By becoming a coach, this time Christian, you've made the big fool my friend!"

I should listen to this guy Rene when he told me, delegate, was the best way to bankruptcy. So, you understand better why I am self-proclaimed President - Athletic Director - Coach, what PDC! With such a title, it should pass easily in Valais ...

Well, maybe silence stampa with scribblers of Torchon Lozanne but certainly not with you, frequent readers of Red Box, the only media that will be the smell of farts and gestures of our locker room. Oumais, must see to tuttées Jacquier Morning when it was sprayed from the training ground. He had the same face as my shoes Coq Sportif Football edition Mundial 82 'that the woman had to get off the attic. For fooled, I intend to put his hand to the paw on the training ground by applying good old-fashioned methods ... kicks ass!

My tactics will you tell me? One word: communication and violence. In short, an approach "football" between that of the writer Gilbert and the other cracked the Balkans, Fatih Terim. In fact, I started communicating with my queer through messages written on large paper. I give you a thousand to one prepared by BipBip Virgil: "You run like a hare BUT MOST THINK AS A GOAL BEFORE THE WEASEL, FUCKING! "'. You admit that with this style, this king of the provocation of Domenech is an amateur next to me. The results will follow immediately, it is a certainty, and Totomat Tourbillon has not finished crunching. Last

small precision, Ouli, I have not thrown out because it's really not my style. He does what he wants the Teuton, but above all it should do what I'm saying is not the same thing, eh're agree with me? And worse, I am very sad that not support my new plan, but as they say in Valais, if someone bust a slap on the left cheek, hold out my right foot for him to go to botzon by blocking!