Galaxy Cup Final

So we know who is the final. It's Soccereptune versus Socceruto and this time the home utos outnumber the away eptunes by a two to one margin. The media has used up all the clichés they could muster pre game and all that remains is for ninety minutes of action to decide the Galaxy champions for 2000. FGFA (Federation of Galaxy Football Associations) officials, visiting dignitaries, President elect Gore Bushuto and the 224,000 paying customerutos inside the Stadium of Lightuto are joined via satellite by too many millions of viewers galaxy wide. I, of course, possess the only satellite capable of receiving the game live here on Earth, and will relate the events as they occur to our SoccerSuite101 fans.

At the toss up, captain Michael Oweneptune calmly hid his nerves of steel as he was faced down by Roy Keanuto. Call headuto or taileptune said the ref in that kind of "I'm in charge here" voice the good refs have. Keanuto shouted heads just in case Oweneptune took the unprecedented step of not calling tails. Both players knew that Socceruto like to attack the Stretford Enduto second half. It was tense. The coin hung in a slow motion movie moment before deciding to let Oweneptune strike the first blow by forcing Socceruto to play first half into their beloved Stretford Enduto. The knowledgeable crowd roared in response to the set up which told the tale of tails.

If Soccereptune could win the toss, could they then win the game too? The time had come to find out. Vinny Jones was the guest commentator from Earth and his mouth was salivating as within 4 seconds of the tip off, a tackle that only Vinny Jones could have been proud of "missed" it's intended target and the referee had already got his wake up call. Three yellow cards were issued in the opening fifteen minutes and all before a strike on goal was recorded. If it was tense before, it was elevense now. Luckily, Vinny Jones was replaced in the box after twenty minutes by Gary Lineker and from that moment on a thriller of a match ensued. The free flowing passing game that both sides are capable of emerged and the entertainment factor soared accordingly. The elevense had settled at ninse and soccer was winning.

Twenty nine minutes saw Emile Heskeptune making a strong run down the right flank before delivering a thundering cross cum shot that deflected twice before falling perfectly for Michael to open the scoring with a coolly taken sidefoot that only he could make look easy. The upset was even more "on" now. Far from silencing the Stretford Enduto, the response to the goal was a deafening crescendo of demand urging endless waves of attack that would make editing highlights impossible. First Beckamuto, then Gigguto, Coluto and Yorkuto all came close to equalizing before the half time whistle brought temporary relief to the visiting fans, frustrations and questions for the home fans, and time to catch your breath for any neutrals.

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