der präsident von madrid hat heute unerwartet seinen bettel hingeschmissen!
"das team brauche ein zäpfli, und sein rücktritt sei dieses besagte zäpfli", so der ex-präsi!
"hoffentlich brennts noch ein bisschen an der afterwand", so silfverberg.

das war das offizielle statement für den rücktrittsgrund! persönlich hege ich jedoch den verdacht, dass der äusserst giftige und messerschafe brief unseres hoch geschätzten mitbloggers und culés, remonde, an die madrilenische zeitung www.as.com florentino perez zum rücktritt bewogen hat. aus diesem grund möchte ich ihn euch auch nicht vorenthalten. man beachte das eloquente spanisch, dessen sich der autor bedient:

hola querido team as

soy un lector de suizo y cada manana estoy leyendo este diario, asi aprendi a hablar espanol y tambien a escribir. (...) no estoy d’acuerdo con la opinion de pedro luis ferrer, increible, su opinion si es un escandalo...racismo es un afecto del futbol muy serio y agradesco cada persona en contribuir a diminuir este problema, lo que hizo el arbitro no fue un error, sino un gesto de coraje. probabilmente el zaragoza ha estado afectado pero mucho mas eto’o y todos los jugadores afro-americanos, non me digas k el barcelona ha ganado por esto, por favor!

es una gran verguenza lo k escribi senor ferrer por toda la gente k ama el buen futbol, y tambien por todo el madridismo. el madridismo no necesita la ayuda de una excusa tan fea como ha publicitado el senor ferrer.

saludos desde el frio

eine herrliche replik an mourinho für sein unmögliches verhalten nach der 1-2 schmach gegen den fc barcelona letzten dienstag. ich habe es leider nur auf spanisch gefunden (diariosport), aber ihr versteht das ja eh alle:

En su editorial, ‘The Times’ admite que el Barça fue justo vencedor del encuentro y considera merecida la expulsión de Del Horno por la entrada cometida sobre Messi porque el defensa vasco “tuvo suerte de no haber visto la amarilla en la falta anterior”. Así que no entienden que Mourinho llamara “tramposo” al delantero argentino y creen que “o Mourinho es tan estúpido para no verlo o lo suficientemente estúpido para creer que nos va a enredar con este tipo de cuentos”. Y más cuando sólo dos semanas antes “un jugador de Mourinho [Robben] consiguió que expulsaran a un rival [Reina] por hacer trampa”. Por eso, cuentan que el técnico portugués debe pensar que “está bien que mis jugadores hagan trampa, pero cuando otros lo hacen, hay un complot internacional contra el Chelsea y contra mí”, lo cual es valorado por el rotativo como “la expresión más profunda de egolatría. Conlleva la demente idea de que el mundo no tiene nada mejor que hacer que tramar a tus espaldas”. Y deshechan la idea de que sea una táctica para distraer la atención porque “cuanto más clames que el mundo está en contra tuya, más ridículo pareces”. Pero es que “Para Mourinho, la estupidez es poder”.

für alle, die es nicht verstanden haben, nachstehend die übersetzung von babelfish (babelfish.alstavista.com):

In seinem Leitartikel ' der Zeiten läßt zu, daß das Barça rechter Sieger des Treffens war und betrachtet verdienten die Entfernung des Ofens durch den Eingang, der auf Messi festgelegt wird, weil die baskische Verteidigung "das Glück von, zum des Gelbs im vorhergehenden Mangel nicht gesehen zu haben hatte". So verstehen sie daß Mourinho benannter "Überbrücker" nicht in das Vorwärts Argentinien und denken, daß "oder Mourinho so dumm, ist es oder die genug dumme Sache nicht zu sehen, um zu denken, die zu uns mit dieser Art von Geschichten wird". Und mehr, als nur zwei Wochen vor "einem Spieler von Mourinho [ Robben ] erreichten, daß sie zu einem Rivalen [ Reina ] wegtrieben um Falle zu bilden". Aus diesem Grund erklären sie, daß der portugiesische Techniker denken muß, daß "er Brunnen ist, den meine Spieler Falle bilden, aber wann andere sie tun, es einen internationalen Plot gegen das Chelsea und mich" geben, der durch die Metropolitanzeitung wie "den tiefsten Ausdruck von Egoismus bewertet wird. Er hat die verrückte Idee zur Folge, daß die Welt nicht nichts besser als als zu tun, zu Ihren Rückseiten zu plotten "hat. Und sie machen die Idee, daß es die Taktiken ist, zum der Aufmerksamkeit abzulenken, weil ", mehr Sie aus dem die Welt schreien, sind innen gegen Ihr, Sie das lächerlicher scheinen". Aber es ist, daß "für Mourinho, der Dumme in der Lage sein soll".

1.

A man and a woman who had never met before, but were both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a transcontinental train.

Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly... he in the upper bunk and she in the lower.

At 1:00 AM, the man leaned over and gently woke the woman saying, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold."

"I have a better idea," she replied. "Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married." "Wow! That's a great idea!" he exclaimed. "Good!" she replied. "Get your own fucking blanket!"

After a moment of silence, he farted.

2.

It was getting a little crowded in Heaven, so God decided to change the admittance policy. The new law was that in order to get into Heaven, you had to have a really bad day on the day that you died. The policy would go into effect at noon the next day.

So, the next day at 12:01 the first person came to the gates of Heaven. The Angel at the gate, remembering the new policy, promptly asked the man, "Before I let you in, I need you to tell me how your day was going when you died."

"No problem," the man said. "I came home to my 25th floor apartment on my lunch hour and caught my wife having an affair. But her lover was nowhere in sight. I immediately began searching for him. My wife was half naked and yelling at me as I searched the entire apartment. Just as I was about to give up, I happened to glance out onto the balcony and noticed that there was a man hanging off the edge by his fingertips! The nerve of that guy! Well, I ran out onto the balcony and stomped on his fingers until he fell to the ground. But wouldn't you know it, he landed in some trees and bushes that broke his fall and he didn't die. This ticked me off even more. In a rage, I went back inside to get the first heavy thing I could get my hands on to throw at him. Oddly enough, the first thing I thought of was the refrigerator. I unplugged it, pushed it out onto the balcony, and tipped it over the side. It plummeted 25 stories and crushed him! The excitement of the moment was so great that I had a heart attack and died almost instantly."

The Angel sat back and thought a moment. Technically, the guy did have a bad day. It was a crime of passion. So, the Angel announced, "OK, sir. Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," and let him in.

A few seconds later the next guy came up. To the Angel's surprise, it was Donald Trump. "Mr. Trump, before I can let you in, I need to hear about what your day was like when you died." Trump said, "No problem. But you're not going to believe this. I was on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment doing my daily exercises. I had been under a lot of pressure so I was really pushing hard to relieve my stress. I guess I got a little carried away, slipped, and accidentally fell over the side! Luckily, I was able to catch myself by the fingertips on the balcony below mine but all of a sudden this crazy man comes running out of his apartment, starts cussing, and stomps on my fingers. Well, of course I fell. I hit some trees and bushes at the bottom, which broke my fall, so I didn't die right away. As I'm laying there face up on the ground, unable to move and in excruciating pain, I see this guy push his refrigerator of all things off the balcony. It falls the 25 floors and lands on top of me, killing me instantly."

The Angel is quietly laughing to himself as Trump finishes his story. "I could get used to this new policy," he thinks to himself. "Very well," the Angel announces. "Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," and he lets Trump enter.

A few seconds later, Bill Clinton comes up to the gate. The Angel is almost too shocked to speak. Thoughts of assassination and war pour through the Angel's head. Finally he says, "Mr. President, please tell me what it was like the day you died."

Clinton says, "OK, picture this. I'm naked, inside a refrigerator..."

ich muess in stolle... und das füxed!

isch ja egal, ich probier's trotzdem.

1.

A young Aussie lad moved to London and went to Harrods looking for a job. The manager asked "Do you have any sales experience?" The young man answered "Yeah, I was a salesman back home." The manager liked the Aussie so he gave him the job.

His first day on the job was challenging and busy, but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the manager came down and asked "Okay, so how many sales did you make today?" The Aussie said "One." The manager groaned and continued "Just one? Our sales people average 20 or 30 sales a day." "How much was the sale for?" "124, 237.64. pounds."

The manager choked and exclaimed "124,237.64 POUNDS?! What the hell did you sell him?" "Well, first I sold him a small fish hook, then a medium fish hook, and then I sold him a new fishing rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down at the coast, so I told him he would need a boat, so we went down to the boat department and I sold him that twin-engined Power Cat."

"Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to car sales and I sold him the 4 x 4 Suzuki".

The manager, incredulous, said "You mean to tell me a guy came In here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a boat and 4x4?" "No no no... He came in here to buy a box of tampons for his wife and I said... Well, since your weekend's fucked, you might as well go fishing!!!"


2.

There was this couple that had been married for 20 years. Every time they made love the husband always insisted on shutting off the light. Well, after 20 years the wife felt this was ridiculous. She figured she would break him out of this crazy habit. So one night, while they were in the middle of a wild, screaming, romantic session, she turned on the lights. She looked down and saw her husband was holding a battery-operated 'pleasure device'... a vibrator! Soft, wonderful and larger than a real one.

She went completely ballistic. "You impotent bastard," She screamed at him, "how could you be lying to me all of these years? You had better explain yourself quick smart!" The husband looks her straight in the eyes and says calmly: "I'll explain the toy... you explain the fucking kids!"

NEW YORK - Viel Stauraum fürs Portemonnaie hat Model Molly Sims in diesem Strand-Outfit offensichtlich nicht. Doch ganz mittellos muss sich die Blondine auch nicht im Sand räkeln. Immerhin ist der winzige Bikini von Designerin Susan Rosen aus 150 lupenreinen Diamanten gefertigt. Der Wert des exklusiven Teils: umgerechnet 40 Millionen Franken. (Quelle: Blick)

da chund stimmig uf... find ich!

...und ich bringe no eis. er isch en vill fotografierte maa, de oli.

Ich dörf zu dem herrliche Bitrag vom silverberg no es bild veröffentliche, wies ned nur stimmig, sondern au de Zuestand vo euis reflektiert. Ich freu mich uf s nöchschte mal.......cheers