Bernd Schuster was one of the greatest German players who played for
both Real Madrid and Barcelona. had it not been for his disagreement
with the German Football Federation he would have won many more caps as
opposed to retiring from the German national team at age 24. When he
finally returned back from Spain and signed with Bayer Leverkusen the
Germans could hardly contain their excitement and at every home (and
some away) matches for Bayer the stadium would sing non stop:
If there's somethin' strange in your neighborhood
Who ya gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!
If it's somethin' weird an' it don't look good
Who ya gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!
I ain't afraid o' no ghost
I ain't afraid o' no ghost
If you're seein' things runnin' through your head
Who can you call?
Bernd Schuster!
An invisible man sleepin' in your bed
Oh who ya gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!
I ain't afraid o' no ghost
I ain't afraid o' no ghost
Who ya gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!
If you're all alone, pick up the phone
And call
Bernd Schuster!
I ain't afraid o' no ghost
I hear it likes the girls
I ain't afraid o' no ghost
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who you gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!
Mmm, if you've had a dose
Of a freaky ghost baby
You better call
Bernd Schuster!
Let me tell you somethin'
Bustin' makes me feel good
I ain't afraid o' no ghost
I ain't afraid o' no ghost
Don't get caught alone, oh no
Bernd Schuster!
When he comes through your door
Unless you just a want some more
I think you better call
Bernd Schuster!
Oh, who you gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!
Who you gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!
Ah, think you better call
Bernd Schuster!
Who you gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!
I can't hear you
Bernd Schuster!
Louder
Bernd Schuster!
Who you gonna call?
Bernd Schuster!
Who can you call?
Bernd Schuster!
Michailovic pushed his glasses back and sighed. “The following numbers are being released. ”The numbers came spitting out of Michailovic’s mouth, resembling in more ways than one a madman with a machine gun in a massacre. Hardly anyone showed any reaction, making it impossible to tell whether they were shot or not. The notable exceptions were a couple of smiles breaking out here and there as some numbers were being skipped. As the list carried on, Callahan realized that before long it would be zooming in at an alarming rate on his proximity. Callahan had no idea who those ahead of him were, but he could see that none of them were making the cut. He considered it good, after all the more gone before him, the higher his chances were. He looked up at Michailovic, almost trying to read his lips before the words were spat out. “116.” Callahan looked around, trying to identify the holder of this number. However, no one was responding. “117.” C...
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