Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities

Kia Ford entered America’s nickname for hump day confident and stimulated knowing she was in control, getting her own goal to start the day. “That is right,” she proclaimed, escorted by security guards through the Anfield observing everyone anticipating, the lady in red coming back to earth, landing safely on the air strip.

“I always wondered about this lady in red,” Kia Ford kept thoughts private, as the jet touched down, taxing to the greeting area.

Staging theatrics revealing the lady in red, waving, crowd cheering applauds along with cameras clicking, all contributed, setting the media friendly scene. Coming down off from the movable stair case, five individuals followed her as she walked towards the microphones.

“Greetings, London,” she spoke, “I have arrived.”

Accepting the positive feedback, the lady in red continued, “it is my pleasure to bring my five goals here behind me, hardworking quarry men you know,”

“I thought she only had three goals?” One witness asked.

“Two were last minute additions,” another answered.

Realizing, star-spangled banner ruffling, Kia Ford retreated a step, ensured she still had her own goal.

When things concluded Kia Ford negotiated the frenzy hysteria, understanding the lady in red with her five goals commanded mass attention. Surrendering, the declared independent colonist mover and shaker headed home. Rustling sounds could be heard when she entered the darken property. Turning the lights on Kia Ford frightfully inquired, “anybody here?”

Identifying the culprit inside the kitchen, Kia Ford screamed, “what are you doing?”

“I am taking my energy drink sponsor ships back,” the Carabao moose like image told her, “you no longer need my product.”

“But I like your energy,”

“Tough,” the intruding guest stated, “get your jolting fix somewhere else,”

Watching the carton boxes leave Kia Ford realized she was wiped out,

“Excuse me,” a voice announced.

“Yes, Peacock,”

“Brent Ford over the weekend wants to see you,”

“That is right, I have a meeting with him, I need a good buzz,”

Giving a disapproval stare, the Carabao moose character bid adieu, departing the apartment.

Deciding West enders should acknowledge her Broadway best, Kia Ford ventured to the other Kingdom’s coast, dressed in a black uniform with white socks, “this is going to show them I mean business, show business.”

Displaying a golden opportunity knocking attitude, Kia Ford conjured a Brent Ford appearance introduction, “Porsche Man I see is not here anymore,”

“She went back to the states, I am now the United West Ham,”

“You are?” Brent paused, “do you have any goals today?”

“I had my own goal visiting the lady in the red dress,”

“Doesn’t that talent, now have five goals?”

“Yup, the Carabao dropped a hint breaking into my kitchen repossessing all my energy drink stock,”

“And I assume, you came to me for buzz?” Brent Ford concluded, “you know three times within a minute this year I got a goal.”

“So, can you help me get some buzz, I need a goal,”

“Maybe we can kick around a few things,”

For over forty-five minutes both enjoyed the state-of-the-art pitch, wondering if any more goals were going to be awarded today.

Then it hit Kia Ford, and she broke out into a lyrical musical number dressed in her twentieth century character, “Tommy,” she stopped, “can you hear me?”

Like magic, a goal happened, “we are now level, even,” Kia Ford noted.

“Let us keep it that way,” Brent Ford offered, and they both walked away from the meeting with a point.

Upon leaving Brent Ford mentioned, “you know who is back in the community?”

“Who?”

“The Ipswichs,” Brent Ford reported, “and if you go there next week, you may get some goals.”

Later Kia Ford caught the Peacock, relaxing, reading the newspaper, “you know Peacock Brent Ford gave me some advice,”

As the Peacock’s eyes raised with interest Kia Ford continued, “he told me next weekend go see the Ipswichs.”

Listening the Peacock laughed, “you will love going there,”

“Why?”

“They are trucker boys,”

“Do they have goals?”

“I do not know,” the Peacock honestly replied, “but I am sure you will find something good there.”