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I dunno where this belongs but ehre it is...
LIVERPOOL manager Gerald Houllier sends scouts out round the world looking
for a new striker. One of his scouts informs him of a young Iraqi striker
who he thinks will turn out to be a true superstar. The manager is suitably
impressed, and arranges for him to come over to Anfield.
Two weeks later Liverpool are 4-0 down to Everton with only 20 minutes left.
Houllier give the young Iraqi the nod to go on. The lad is a
sensation, scores 5 in 20 minutes and wins the game for Liverpool.
When he comes off the pitch he phones his mum to tell her about his first
day in English football. "Hi mum, guess what?" he says. "I played for 20
minutes today, we were 4-0 down, but I scored 5 and we won. Everybody loves
me, the fans, the players and the media, they all love me".
"Great," says his mum, "Let me tell you about my day. Your father got shot
in the street, your sister and I were attacked, your grandma's house has
been ransacked and your brother has joined a gang of looters."
The young lad is very upset. "What can I say, Mum? I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" she says, "It's your bloody fault we moved to Liverpool in the
first place!"
LIVERPOOL manager Gerald Houllier sends scouts out round the world looking
for a new striker. One of his scouts informs him of a young Iraqi striker
who he thinks will turn out to be a true superstar. The manager is suitably
impressed, and arranges for him to come over to Anfield.
Two weeks later Liverpool are 4-0 down to Everton with only 20 minutes left.
Houllier give the young Iraqi the nod to go on. The lad is a
sensation, scores 5 in 20 minutes and wins the game for Liverpool.
When he comes off the pitch he phones his mum to tell her about his first
day in English football. "Hi mum, guess what?" he says. "I played for 20
minutes today, we were 4-0 down, but I scored 5 and we won. Everybody loves
me, the fans, the players and the media, they all love me".
"Great," says his mum, "Let me tell you about my day. Your father got shot
in the street, your sister and I were attacked, your grandma's house has
been ransacked and your brother has joined a gang of looters."
The young lad is very upset. "What can I say, Mum? I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" she says, "It's your bloody fault we moved to Liverpool in the
first place!"
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I find that oh so funny. I shouldn't but I do. If insults like this can be taken in the lightharted way they are meant then we'll be okay. Need something to laugh at either way.
Well you were wrong...
Lol, that was good, but Liverpool isnt well known for being rough. I thought it was going to end up with Saddam Hussein or something.
I dunno where this belongs but ehre it is...
LIVERPOOL manager Gerald Houllier sends scouts out round the world looking
for a new striker. One of his scouts informs him of a young Iraqi striker
who he thinks will turn out to be a true superstar. The manager is suitably
impressed, and arranges for him to come over to Anfield.
Two weeks later Liverpool are 4-0 down to Everton with only 20 minutes left.
Houllier give the young Iraqi the nod to go on. The lad is a
sensation, scores 5 in 20 minutes and wins the game for Liverpool.
When he comes off the pitch he phones his mum to tell her about his first
day in English football. "Hi mum, guess what?" he says. "I played for 20
minutes today, we were 4-0 down, but I scored 5 and we won. Everybody loves
me, the fans, the players and the media, they all love me".
"Great," says his mum, "Let me tell you about my day. Your father got shot
in the street, your sister and I were attacked, your grandma's house has
been ransacked and your brother has joined a gang of looters."
The young lad is very upset. "What can I say, Mum? I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" she says, "It's your bloody fault we moved to Liverpool in the
first place!"
LIVERPOOL manager Gerald Houllier sends scouts out round the world looking
for a new striker. One of his scouts informs him of a young Iraqi striker
who he thinks will turn out to be a true superstar. The manager is suitably
impressed, and arranges for him to come over to Anfield.
Two weeks later Liverpool are 4-0 down to Everton with only 20 minutes left.
Houllier give the young Iraqi the nod to go on. The lad is a
sensation, scores 5 in 20 minutes and wins the game for Liverpool.
When he comes off the pitch he phones his mum to tell her about his first
day in English football. "Hi mum, guess what?" he says. "I played for 20
minutes today, we were 4-0 down, but I scored 5 and we won. Everybody loves
me, the fans, the players and the media, they all love me".
"Great," says his mum, "Let me tell you about my day. Your father got shot
in the street, your sister and I were attacked, your grandma's house has
been ransacked and your brother has joined a gang of looters."
The young lad is very upset. "What can I say, Mum? I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" she says, "It's your bloody fault we moved to Liverpool in the
first place!"
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