…..in the year of our Lord MMVII that Moguntium V was cast out into the wilderness of the Divisionum Secundus.
And there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth and the wearing of sackcloth and ashes.
And many of the gladiators did pack their meagre belongings into their Ferrari 599 GTB Fioranos and leave Moguntium in great haste for the greener fields elsewhere in Divisionum Primus and the populus was fearful of great hardship and pestilence.
Especially since Emperor Beutelus had laden them grievously with taxes for a new coliseum in Moguntium Finthenii or nearabouts.
But, lo, the Prophet Kloppo did rise up and proclaim with blazing eyes and flowing mane of golden hair and sparkling teeth of white.
“I shall not abandon thee. (At least not until the end of my current contract).”
“They that heedeth me shall not perish or kick around in Divisionum Secundus for more than 12 new moons, but shall be protected from the onslaught of the heathen tribes of Greuter Fürth and the Kickäs Offebachium and I and my faithful band of gladiators (who were anyway under contract and no-one wanted in the first place) shall part the waters of the Zonus Promotius and lead thee back into the bountiful fields of Divisionum Primus strewn with coins of gold and silver and precious jewels where we shall rise forthwith to the summit of glory and rightfully claim our trophy as the champions of the Populus Ligus in MMIX”
And Fabianus Gerberus – never the sharpest knife in the drawer – sayeth ” Duh?” with vacant glance.
And a bolt of lightning from the heavens did strike him down.
And the long-suffering punters of the Tribunus Telco did shout with jubilation and were not saddened, but cried ” Malus passus not more. Get thee forth and do not multiply and don’t even think of coming back, you Depp” and were joyful.
And Senator Christianus Heidelus was also joyful, because the denare tranferius was bountiful from the sale of the legionnaires Zidanius and Friedrichus.
But Presidentus Strutzius did weep bitter tears of anguish and was grieven.
However the Prophet Kloppo saith ” Come Haraldus, thou shalt not weep. There’s always next year. And we both live in Gonso. Not the worst place in the world, eh? Nice villa right next to the Wildpark? Quadrifoglio just around the corner? Could be worse. We could be living in Wiesbaden”
And Strutzius did see truth in the words of the Prophet Kloppo and wept no longer.
But he still wasn’t very happy.
>does your team go down from division? that must be sad This Weekend, I propose on my photo blog on Martel. Before and After.And amusing, I start with Delfour-Couderc drapery, it was the house of the late arrears Grandparent of Olivier (DP Evry)(A friend, it is him which me advises to make a blog) My blog photographs on the town of Martel