Post by Sicco Polders

Van onze speciale verslaggever vanaf de bank (23) — 'Good Dog' — * 'Hi Fifi, Donald here.' 'Gooda evening, Mr. President. Howa are you?' 'Fine.' 'And your lovely wife? Isa she okay?' 'My private pussy still walks and talks. I want to ask you a favour, Fifi.' 'Tella me?' 'That card for the player — I don't know his name — was no card, according to my advisors. What can you do?' 'Whatta you want me to doa?' 'Just no suspension. We need that guy against Holland.' 'Belgium you meana.' 'Whatever. Forget about it. I won't forget you.' 'Sure, Mr. President, I'll take care of it. No worries.' 'And make sure that that big blond guy sitting in yoga poses gets suspended. He is a menace to us.' 'Youa mean Haaland?' 'You said it was not Holland?!' 'No, the player. Hisa name is Haaland.' 'Heyland? Okay, get rid of him. And make sure Belgium doesn't score.' 'Haaland plays fora Norway.' 'Are you taking the piss out of me, Fifi? I am not in the mood for jokes.' 'No, no, ofa course not. It willa all bea fine.' 'Okay. I reckon I can count on you. Bye.' 'Bye, Mr. President. Say hello toa your wife.' 'Yeah, okay. Italians always think more about women than about business. Learn one thing, Fifi: women are like dogs. Give them a stick to play with and hold them on a leash in public.' 'Hi, hi, thanksa Mr. President.' 'Bye, Fifi.' #WK#Trump#infantino Aafke Romeijn Christian Witkin Ger van Berlo Gemma Polders Bart Gijswijt