Tweet
There are moments of luxury in the life of a secret agent. Times when he is required to take on the role of a rich man; a playboy. Even a professional footballer. Times to take refuge in a comfortable life, forgetting for a moment the constant shadow of death and danger.
As Christian Poulsen stared out his window, downing his last mouthful of coffee and lighting his first cigarette of the day, he was all too aware that his time in Liverpool was growing short. He checked his digital watch; fidgeted with it. He knew he’d been there for too long; knew that the mission had already ended in failure. They had let Her down. Yet here he was, with nothing to do but keep up appearances until he was given new instructions.
Turning, he caught his reflection in the chrome of the refrigerator. He smoothed out his high cream collar and set his shoulders in the powder blue blazer he liked so much. He took the small tube of hair gel he always carried out of his pocket and took a moment to slick back his golden mane. Two buttons undone today, or three? Three might seem a bit forced, he knew, yet the manliness of a third button left undone and the small tuft of golden hair it exposed could not be denied.
“Hello, Christian.” It was H. “I hope you don’t mind that I let myself in. Did you have a good rest?”
It took a moment for Poulsen to compose himself; he’d been on this assignment too long, become too comfortable in the trappings of a soft life as a washed up footballer.
“Yes, Sir,” he said. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’ll need this,” H said, tossing him a small mobile phone.
“Does it explode if I hit the wrong button?”
“There is an app for that, but for now it’s just a clean number. We’re on the move again. The Iron Lady’s plans–”
“I thought those had failed. In January.”
“So did I,” H said, sounding annoyed by both the mission’s failure and the interruption. “After all our work–twenty-five long, hard years of it–involving the Americans, stacking the FA, moving Christian Mk.I into position to handle our Spanish situation. It was all supposed to be over now. Finished. Won.”
“Exactly,” Poulsen said. “I thought she wanted them finished. You know, Relegated. I mean, is that even possible any more?”
H sighed. “No, probably not. And it keeps me up at nights it does, letting Her down like that. But we may still be able to do some good.”
“Still, it wasn’t your fault,” Poulsen said. “Nobody could have known the Americans weren’t in complete agreement. We all thought they were willing support Her through to the end before news of a north-east splinter group broke.”
“We should have known,” H said. “The Americans have always had a distinct lack of respect for protocol and place and the way things are done. Like a bunch of drunken bloody teenagers. And we should have been prepared for it. Still, all we can do now is our best.”
“Yes, mum,” Poulsen said.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Sorry, mum.”
H sighed and slid a briefcase across the kitchen table. Poulsen popped the latches, and the lid hissed open on pneumatic levers.
“A new alice band?” asked Poulsen.
“It may look like any old alice band, but it’s actually a Magnifying Aural Gyroscopic Guidance Information Evaluator, or MAGGIE for short. It’s tuned to the frequency of my voice, which will allow me to give you further instructions during the match.”
“And how exactly do we go about getting me on the pitch? I mean, everybody’s noticed just how bad ‘I’ became after we got rid of the original Poulsen in Turin, and Dalglish isn’t daft. If enough other midfielders are even close to fit…”
“The Iron Lady’s legions are, well, legion. We’ll make sure there aren’t enough other fit midfielders. You just be ready when the time comes.”
“Does the MAGGIE do anything else, then?”
“It also explodes,” H said.
“Doesn’t everything?”
“Well, yes, pretty much, but the MAGGIE only explodes if you sweat on it.”
“I suppose that will only be a problem if I need it to explode, then,” said Poulsen.
“Quite.”
“Anything else?”
“There’s also a personal submersible ready for you, fully kitted out with an EOTS HARM HUD, fly-by-wire tomahawk missiles, and a micro-fusion generator that will keep you going for 738 days without surfacing. We don’t think you’ll need it, to be perfectly honest, but we had a few left over and it would have looked bad on our quarterlies if we hadn’t found a use for them.”
“Right,” said Poulsen, “I’ll try to work that in somehow. And I’ll be waiting for your instructions.”
“We may not have been able to knock them all the way down,” H said, “but by Maggie we’ll do our part to keep them out of Europe, and then just maybe we keep our chances for another chance at doing Her will alive!”
*
Christian Poulsen will return in Hairbands Are Forever…
Some Related Liverpool Posts:February! Winning! Substance Abuse!10 Things I Love About RoyFernando Torres Just Won’t Shut UpBuilding a Better TriangleMerry Christmas, Joe. Love, Roy
Category: Miscellaneous, Premier League, Special Features
Tags: Batshit Crazy Ramblings, Christian Poulsen, Hodgpocalypse, I Can't Feel My Face, In What Possible Universe Does That Make Any Sense?, Miscellaneous, Potentially Foolish Ideas, Premier League, Roy Hodgson, Special FeaturesTweet « The Hodgpocalypse Grows Near, and Other Wednesday Notes | Home | SignalflashI'm just pleased the Hodge has become a source of amusement as opposed to despair, care of Noel and Kenny. Oh, how I want to beat him when we face him.ChrisLFCMommy, I want an alice band just like the one HE's got.... I want it now!Jake“I suppose that will only be a problem if I need it to explode, then,” said Poulsen.
Love it.Justin BonebrakeMissed you guys. I have to apologize because I've been laid out from shoulder surgery and had the wonderful pleasure of writing my first Appellate Brief in Law School (shoot me please). But there are some clearer skies ahead and I wanted to once again start contributing to this wonderful community.
Therefore, I choose to mark my re-debut with a bit of joyous revelation: http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/news...
The last four words of the link say it all. Lucas has signed a new long-term contract with Liverpool, praise FOOTRAH! God of Roundball!EdWelcome back, hope you're on the mend.
You missed a week and a half of bitching about international break and discussing the intricacies of Jonjo Shelvey's wang. One of the more productive periods in our history, I think.Justin BonebrakeAnnnnnnd I just realized that someone else had already pointed out this fact in the previous post. /facepalmMikeNo worries, it's news that's well worth posting over and over.blog comments powered by Disqus
Follow Us
Harry Redknapp, England manager? (Awful writing) Is It Too Early to Get Excited About Sturridge? Denmark 1 - 2 England (Via Hamlet) more news... Search The Offside
Related LinksLiverpool TicketsLiverpool Football ShirtsLiverpool Betting OddsHotels near Anfield Stadium, LiverpoolFernando TorresDirk KuytPremier League Fantasy Game
Categories Champions LeagueEuro 2012Europa LeagueFA CupHillsboroughInternational DutyLeague CupMatch PreviewsMatch RecapsMatchday PostsMiscellaneousPremier LeagueSeason ReviewSpecial FeaturesTeam NewsTransfer NewsWorld CupWorld Cup 2010
Send Your Tips! Found a great story, photo or video that's perfect for The Offside?
Email liverpool[at]theoffside[dot]com
Archives Select Archive Month March 2011 February 2011 January 2011 December 2010 November 2010 October 2010 September 2010 August 2010 July 2010 June 2010 May 2010 April 2010 March 2010 February 2010 January 2010 December 2009 November 2009 October 2009 September 2009 August 2009 July 2009 May 2009 April 2009 March 2009 February 2009 January 2009 December 2008 November 2008 October 2008 September 2008 August 2008 July 2008 June 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 June 2007 May 2007 April 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006
About The Offside | Advertise on The Offside | Privacy Policy
Top Content: England Team Blog | The Hillsborough 96 | Joe Cole to Liverpool | EPL Match Tickets | Anfield Moments | 2009-10 Liverpool Goals
Related information: EPL Store | England Kits | Manchester United | Chelsea FC | Arsenal | England Travel Guide | Liverpool Night Life and Hotels | London Airfare | Champions League Prize Money
© BootsnAll Travel Network - All rights reserved
EuropeEngland: PremiershipEngland: ChampionshipEngland: League One England: League Two FranceGermanyGreeceHollandItalyPolandPortugalRussiaScotlandSpainTurkeyAfricaEgyptTunisiaAustraliaSouth AmericaArgentinaBrazilColombia North AmericaMexicoMLSNPSLUSLWomen's SoccerCup CompetitionsChampions LeagueEuropa LeagueCopa LibertadoresCopa SudamericanaPlayersDidier DrogbaLionel MessiMesut OzilArjen RobbenCristiano RonaldoLigue 1 ProspectsSoccer Betting | World Cup 2010Plan Your Soccer Travels | Soccer TicketsClose X
Home 
World 
Europe English Premier League 
Liverpool 
StoreTravelScores 
England: PremiershipEngland: ChampionshipEngland: League OneEngland: League TwoEngland: ConferenceFranceGermanyGreeceHollandItaly PolandPortugalRomaniaRussiaScotlandSpainTurkeyUkraineChampions League | Europa LeagueClose X 
No comments:
Post a Comment