Eben auf SF DRS gesehen, Spiel GC gegen AEK, auf einem Fan-Transparent:

GC go's Champions League!

Nach dem Deutschen muss also nun auch das Englische -gerechterweise muss man sagen - als Apostrophierungsopfer in Schutz genommen werden. Apostroph go's the Bach ab!

- Woran merkt man, dass einen jemand liebt?
- Wenn derjenige Dich liebt, wirst Du es sofort riechen!
- Und, wie riecht die Liebe?

Dialog aus Five Senses

We fight our way to the bar and line up four across. The bartender says, "What'll you have?" The first guy orders a Scotch and water, I order a beer, and Stuey ordered a Rum and coke. The bartender looks at him and says, "I need to see some I.D." Stuey hollers at him, "What are you talking about? I'm 35 years old!" The bartender says, "Well, you might be, but you look young to me, and if you don't have any I.D., I can't serve you." (...)

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Still, the show wasn't over yet. On the next hand, Pozzi was dealt two kings in the hole and the ace of hearts up, and when the fourth card was another king - the king of hearts - Nashe sensed that the tide was about to turn again. The betting was heavy, however, and before the fifth card was even dealt, the kid had just three hundred dollars left. Flower and Sone were running him out of the game: he wasn't going to have enough to see him to the end of the hand. Without even thinking, Nashe stood up and said to Flower, "I want to make a proposition."
"A proposition?" Flower said. "What are you talking about?"
"we're almost out of chips."
"Fine. Then go ahead and buy some more."
"We would, but we've also run out of cash."
"Then I suppose that means the game is over. If Jack can't stay in for the rest of the hand, then we'll have to put an end to it. Those were the rules we agreed on before."
"I know that. But I want to propose something else, something other than cash."
"Please, Mr Nashe, no IOUs. I don't know you well enough to offer credit."
"I'm not asking for credit. I want to put up my car as collateral."
"Your car? And what kind of car is that? A second-hand Chevy?"
"No, it's a good car. A year-old Saab in perfect condition."
"And what am I supposed to do with it? Willie and I already have three cars in the garage. We're not in the market for another one."
"Sell it, then. Give it away. What difference does it make? It's the only thing I have to offer. Otherwise, the game has to stop. And why put an end to it when we don't have to?"
"And how much do you think this car of yours is worth?"
"I don't know. I paid sixteen thousand dollars for it. It's probably worth at least half that now, maybe even ten."
"Ten thousand dollars for a used car? I'll give you three."
"That's absurd. Why don't you go outside and have a look at it before you make an offer?"
"Because I'm in the middle of a hand now. I don't want to break my concentration."
"Then give me eight, and we'll call it a deal."
"Five, That's my final offer. Five thousand dollars."
"Seven."
"No, five. Take it or leave it, Mr. Nashe."
"All right, I'll take it. Five thousand for the car. But don't worry. We'll deduct it from our winnings at the end. I wouldn't want you to be stuck with something you don't want."
"We'll see about that. In the meantime, let's count out the chips and get on with it. I can'' stand these interruptions. They destroy all the pleasure."

Paul Auster, The Music of Chance, 1990, 98f.