Post by carthorse1 on Jun 1, 2009 8:46:10 GMT
This is a story written by my good friend Ekkehard Kissel.
It describes the time Outlaws founder Chiv tried to introduce RL to Germany - this was about 5 yrs before the Outlaws started...
LITTLE BIG MAN
After a while the classmates and me got to know Simon better and better. We also met his favorites: Beer, Beer, Beer and... - ah, I remember: Bratwurst.
Quite often some of us went up a little hill for barbecue at open fire in summer. It didn't need long time and Simon was with us everytime. In front of the fireplace was a big lawn and Simon throwed his egg, pill or whatever it was during the air. Well everyone from us has seen something like that before but just in the telly: a rugby-ball. But nobody had a clue what to do with that.
Beer, Bratwurst, smoke, beer, bratwurst, smoke - good feeling, sporty feeling.
Simon told us how it works: grab the ball, hold it and put it behind the line from his opponent. Easy. But if you want to give up the ball to your partner, just pass backwards. Eh?
Beer, Bratwurst, smoke, beer, bratwurst, smoke - good feeling, sporty feeling.
We gave it a try. Not all of us. Just one bloke and Simon.
The bloke was big, huge and... simple minded. He thought somthing like: "Easy game, I take the ball walk through the pitch and put down this little pill. Ah the english guy, pff, light-weight.
We sat there and watched what's happened - beer, Bratwurst, smoke - sporty feeling.
Simon was generous. The big bloke had the ball first. The pitch was set up - nearly 20 meters long. The big bloke took the ball and ran. He ran toward Simon. Like thousands wasps were after him. He ran and ran. He ran like Forrest Gump or Usain Bolt - ok, like Usain Bolt without dope.
Simon stand there on his line. I thought this will turn out nasty, very nasty.
The big bloke ran and ran and formed his body into a battering ram. He wanted to put down this pill behind the line including Simon. So he ran faster.
Simon stand there on his line. Was he prepared? No way, he was stoned. Nasty, nasty. The bloke still ran.
Then... hm, I hardly can explain. I don't really know what happend, cause there was no wall. But it turned out, that the big bloke ran against a wall. A little big man wall.
Simon stand there like nothing happened. The big bloke lie-down in front of him - like a tractor moved over him. Simon had the ball, bored.
It was the only time we tried the rugby game, the only move, the only attack. We searched for our football.
It describes the time Outlaws founder Chiv tried to introduce RL to Germany - this was about 5 yrs before the Outlaws started...
LITTLE BIG MAN
After a while the classmates and me got to know Simon better and better. We also met his favorites: Beer, Beer, Beer and... - ah, I remember: Bratwurst.
Quite often some of us went up a little hill for barbecue at open fire in summer. It didn't need long time and Simon was with us everytime. In front of the fireplace was a big lawn and Simon throwed his egg, pill or whatever it was during the air. Well everyone from us has seen something like that before but just in the telly: a rugby-ball. But nobody had a clue what to do with that.
Beer, Bratwurst, smoke, beer, bratwurst, smoke - good feeling, sporty feeling.
Simon told us how it works: grab the ball, hold it and put it behind the line from his opponent. Easy. But if you want to give up the ball to your partner, just pass backwards. Eh?
Beer, Bratwurst, smoke, beer, bratwurst, smoke - good feeling, sporty feeling.
We gave it a try. Not all of us. Just one bloke and Simon.
The bloke was big, huge and... simple minded. He thought somthing like: "Easy game, I take the ball walk through the pitch and put down this little pill. Ah the english guy, pff, light-weight.
We sat there and watched what's happened - beer, Bratwurst, smoke - sporty feeling.
Simon was generous. The big bloke had the ball first. The pitch was set up - nearly 20 meters long. The big bloke took the ball and ran. He ran toward Simon. Like thousands wasps were after him. He ran and ran. He ran like Forrest Gump or Usain Bolt - ok, like Usain Bolt without dope.
Simon stand there on his line. I thought this will turn out nasty, very nasty.
The big bloke ran and ran and formed his body into a battering ram. He wanted to put down this pill behind the line including Simon. So he ran faster.
Simon stand there on his line. Was he prepared? No way, he was stoned. Nasty, nasty. The bloke still ran.
Then... hm, I hardly can explain. I don't really know what happend, cause there was no wall. But it turned out, that the big bloke ran against a wall. A little big man wall.
Simon stand there like nothing happened. The big bloke lie-down in front of him - like a tractor moved over him. Simon had the ball, bored.
It was the only time we tried the rugby game, the only move, the only attack. We searched for our football.