Champion of the World!
Champ. Champ. Champ. Champ. Champ. Finally, I have defeated the master blaster. A huge game of Foosball was played last night and I hung in there like a true little Aussie battler to take the game.
Thrilling; is really the only way I can describe this victory. It's been a long time comin', but I've joined the elite club of only a few others who have been slowly building their skills, honing their fortunes and ritualistically sacraficing chickens in an effort to please the gods of foosball to grant them a meagre victory.
Stephen is a true champ of fooseball. His skills were nutured whilst playing for money in a London based agency. He shows little mercy.