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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Just before Ronaldhino's free kick,
apparently. So much for truth in pictures. That was on June 21st., the longest
day of both Seaman's and anyone else's year.
And, it gets even weirder in this
world: A prison security policeman stands with his baton at the ready
Thursday while keeping an eye on transvestite prisoners in period costumes
before a soccer game between Nigerian and Japanese inmates at Bangkok's
Klongprem Central Prison. The game kicks off the inaugural prisoners World Cup.
With pomp and pageantry rarely
witnessed at a Thai jail, 100 prisoners paraded onto the small pitch hoisting
flags and bearing placards of country teams Japan, Nigeria, England, Italy,
France, Germany, the United States and Thailand
Photo: Stephen Shaver/AFP
Sweden drew and threw them out; no
wonder, hein? I've often wondered why he plays
full back. Argentine panty waisters.
these names are misspelt.
A Thai model shows off a wedding dress called 'The World Cup Bride' during
Wedding Fair 2002 at Queen Sirikit National Convention Centre in Bangkok on
Thursday. The outfit will cost 49,999 baht (about $1,750 Canadian). Photo:
Sakchai Lalit/ Oh, I can't believe this, I split my pants laughing.
Here: Frank and Peter and . . . . everything's out for England
Womens' World Cup, USA, 1999: Norway-Russia: photo David
Leeds/Allsport. Ghana player, Rita Yeboah, boots the Aussie captain: photo David
Seriously, this is the Italy v France 2000 European
Final revisited: Both of these ladies were seen on the field. Who wins here?
Pele, the King, knighted: absolutely the best
player there has ever been. Closely followed by John Charles. And, there have been some brilliant players. That's
why Maradona would not allow himself on the same stage when FIFA blew it and
allowed two Best Players of the 20th Century. Typical Blatter ineptitude.
Overmars, Arsenal, Barcelona & Holland
....... Puskas, Pele, Eusebio, Moore, Blanchflower, Desailly, Zidane, Stoichkov, Maradona,
Law, Best, Rivaldo, Baresi, Maldini, Beckenbauer, Cruyff, Dalglish, Seaman, Beckham, Cole,
Yorke, Cantona, White, ............. Gullit at the dances, pre management
....... AC Milan, Juventus, Barcelona, Real Madrid, Bayern München, Borussia Dortmund,
Ajax, PSV Eindhoven, Arsenal, Manchester United, and there must be others, over
in South America .......
Still playing after all of these years; Ian Wright, now at Celtic,
under John Barnes. Well, for a while. As you know, McNeill took over after
Barnes was booted out. Ian is now a commentator.
Nou Camp, Man U win the Champion's Cup, 1999. Terry Sheringham scores. AP
Photo. And, with seconds to go of time added on. Ole Gunnar
scores. SAP Photo
Left; England kicked in the guts by Spain.
Right; Peter Beardsley, one of the unsung heroes of the English game. A
World Cup '98 Final with Barthez, the superb French goalie,
Ronaldo and Thuram
Fergie and wife after meeting Queenie at Buck House in July,
'99. Photo courtesy Soccernet.
STAND UP FOR YOUR KNIGHTS
Imagine the scene: Alex Ferguson spends the morning at a gents outfitters in London's
Jermyn Street being
fitted for a morning suit. He pauses briefly to purchase a buttonhole from a cheeky
- "Gawd bless yer Mr Ferguson sir, even if you are a sweaty sock and no mistake"
- then dashes off in the
direction of Buckingham Palace, shouting what sounds like, "I've come all the way
from the shipyards of
Govan, I dinnae want to be late now" as he leaps into a black cab.
Yes, today the lowly old commoner kept his date to meet the Queen. You may remember that
some months ago
'Mr' Ferguson's football team had a fair run of results, and as a reward Tony Blair - in a
move that once
more emphasised the prime ministers' opposition to populist gestures - mentioned to Her
Maj that the
Fergster deserved some recognition (he being short of a medals, obviously).
With Fergie already a Commander of the British Empire (CBE), Order of the Track Coat (OTC)
and Keeper of
the Sacred Stopwatch (KSS), the Queen decided on a knighthood, and today did the deed.
merrily with the sword of investiture, she declared, "Arise Sir Alex". "No
thanks ma'am, Mr Edwards just
gave me one," he almost certainly did not reply.
The Fiver for one is pleased for Sir Fergie, and is sure it won't change him. Anyway, to
us he'll always
be His Imperial Majesty Lord Ferg of Trafford anyway.
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Quelle horreur! Something wicked this way comes. Mia the Hamm.
Before Keegan reigned Hoddle, requiescat in pace, (also
spracht Eileen Drewery). Modigliani intuitively would have known that this faith
healer rubbish would be wrong for the England team, as indicated by this, his portrait of
female perfection, who is obviously not one of the disabled that Hoddle insulted.
Sheringham and Gascoigne, England. In all probability,
that's beer for Gazza, what? Fowler, a forward, an adolescent and an homophobe.
Although, now that Heskey is in the team, which means Fowler is a year older, he
has matured somewhat.
Tony Yeboah, great goal scorer, for a time. Wasn't that his
daughter bashing someone in a photo at the top of this page?
Not the stars referred to usually, but this picture should put everything else in
perspective, even if football is more important than life, eh, Shankly?