... wie ich eben auf der Ronneburg beim Mittelalterfest lecker herausfinden durfte. Da ich jedoch unlängst eine nicht ganz so gute Erfahrung mit der Tücke selbstgemachten Mets machen musste, hab' ich mich heute Mittag leider nur ein Kleines zu trinken getraut. War aber supi lecker. Und jetzt süffel' ich halt noch an meinem Trollinger weiter ...

Jens is sad.





Slowly but surely all this bloody Is-it-my-goal-or-yours with Kahn is really getting to him.





But luckily enough, Jens suddenly remembers something Mutant Fangirl once told him.



Können diese grünen Augen lügen?

"That look will get you anything from anyone", Mutant Fangirl had said before silently slipping into unconsiousness and inconveniencing Jens to call an ambulance.
So he decides to give it a try.

Jens: Jürgen?
Jürgen: Yeah?
Jens: *look*
Jürgen: Nsmpf.
Jens: You know, I really really want to be Germany's Number One. *look*
Jürgen: Glbl. Ack. *hands over No.1-Jersey*
Jens: You know, I know you only did this because of my superior skills. *look*
Jürgen: Hlll. *swallows* Hright.
Jens: *smiles*

Olli: Groar growl! Lehmann, you cheat!!
Jens: *seriously wounded* Who? Me? *look*
Olli: Gnasfas. Flll.
Jens: Yes? *look*
Olli: Rlm. It's really a great honour for Germany to have you keeping the goal. Hrl.
Jens: Oh, you're so sweet! *look*
Olli: Have I ever told you how much I love you?
Jens: *smirks*


But the Look has repercussions.



Jens: Damn. All that Looking is really exhausting. It makes my ear itch.



Still: Jens did keep his goal!



And will for time eternal.



Even if some silly people don't seem to get that.



Jens: *pokes violently* Didn't I tell you to keep away from my goal?!

Guy: *whines* Eeep! I'm sorry, Master Jens! I will never do it again, I swear!

Jens: I should hope so! *stares*

Guy: Mmmmmp! *bursts into tears* Ho-how ca-han I ever make it up to you-hooo ...? *sniffels*

Jens: *slighty at a loss* Ehm ... er ... it's not that bad, really. *omg what have I done?* Ehm ... come on? *gives guy an extra nice version of The Look*

Guy: *looks up* Glllll ... bl! Nsnf. *slips quietly into unconsciousness*

Jens: Oh nooo ... *takes out cell phone* Hello? Yes, I need an ambulance please. Emirates Stadium. Yeah, this is Jens Lehmann. What? ... Yeah, I know this is the thirteenth time this season, but what am I supposed to do? ... What? Wear a blindfold? On the pitch? Listen, if you would just ...


And thus, Lovely Lehmann had to find out that sadly enough, his Look did't work over the phone.