And in an act of desesperation, Sir Nigel Terry… We interrupt this text to tell you to eat two hamburguers, some french fries with ketchup, not mayonaise… And Sir Nigel Terry is dead on the floor, with his hands and head cut off. An imposible and unpredictable move from the London-based suicider. Now we have on the pitch Sam Hicks, from Glendale. He kisses the american flag. The americans now are clearly in disvantage after Sir Nigel Terry’s killer move. Hicks looks nervous and anxious; this is promising: we have the right ingridientes for a magnific suicide here. Hicks is running around in circles. What is he planning? Ohhhh my God! Hicks just ran himself into one of the broken… We interrupt this for a cup of tea… Good Jesus! Hicks is cut in two… What a Kamikaze move!!! Americans now lead for the last round. Their advantage means they go first. And in the pitch we have General Thomas Keller, from Chicago. What can we exepect from the 55 year old general? And… what is he doing? It looks like he is going to give a speech… oh no!!! What a move! I can’t believe it! He declared war on Iraq!!! This should give the Americans the 1st place… only a miracle could save England now. Who’s coming in? Oh!!! Unbelieveble! England is bringing in their best man! Or should I say, best woman!!! The Queen, herself! And she’s not alone! She brings her advisers and colaborators. They are having a meeting in the middle of the pitch! Are we going to have a massive suicide move here? What a show! And the Queen is giving a speech… what?! Amazing!!! Amazing!!! She just declared that she supports the war on Iraq! She supports the war!!! What a move?! What will the jury, the United Nations, say about this? Who will take the trophy home tonight? What’s this… what’s going on down there? Oh!!! The jury just killed itself! They commited suicide, a massive suicide!!! According to books this means a draw, for the first, and last, time in history. And… You will not be able to stay home, Brother