Anyone who actually believes
That cheats never prosper
Have never seen defenders
Preparing to defend a corner
Anyone who actually believes
That cheats never prosper
Have never seen defenders
Preparing to defend a corner
Great Britain were invited
To
the Belgium town of Mons
For
the sun tanning Olympics
And
the whole team got Bronze
Did you know the reason why
Unattached
women go to Wimbledon
It’s
because they were told
There
was a men's singles event on
Being an England supporter
At
a World Cup or Euro’s melee
Is
likened to over-optimistic parents
Of
the fat kid on sports day
There may have been some doubt
As
to his allegiance to the club
Denoted by replica shirt and shorts
But no such doubt existed in regard
To
the authenticity of his jock strap
As
we all know what they supports.
The transfer window is open
Which
is very exciting for fans like me
Especially
when I’ve just heard
Foghorn
Leghorn has signed for KFC
Float like a Butterfly
Sting
like a Bee
Float
like Buffalo,
Get
punched in the face
The first time I took my girlfriend home
So
that my mum could meet her
She
wore a big green shirt and huge gloves
And
my mum said she was a keeper
I rang up my local swimming baths
Asking
'Is that the local swimming baths?'
The
reply he received was quite rum
'It
depends where you're calling from.'
When I was growing up in the sixties we lived in North London and one of the things I really loved to do was to go swimming.
We were quite well fixed for pools in the area, and I would swim until
the chlorinated water left my eyes red and sore.
But of all the pools I swam in, the one I loved to swim in most of all
was the Durnsford Road Lido especially during the summer months.
It was only sixpence to get in and for that poultry sum you could stay
all day long which of course I did, and I would spend as many days of the
holidays there as I could.
Playing with friends and watching Mad Jack stunt diving off the high
platform.
When I first started to go there it was just a joy to spend all the time
in the sparkling water.
As I got older, I would come to appreciate the many delicacies on which
to feast the eyes upon, delicacy’s invisible to an eleven-year-old boy’s eye.
On one particular visit after I’d got the maximum value from my sixpence
and enjoyed a full day in the pool.
I was getting changed I caught sight of something quite disturbing as an
old man stepped out of the shower.
Though when I say he was an old man I should point out that from the
perspective of an eleven-year-old everyone over twenty was old.
But just as he passed me, he lowered his towel, though not in a pervy
way, and he revealed the biggest scrotum I had ever seen, not that I had seen a
lot of scrota and those I had seen belonged to my peer group so were somewhat
pink and hairless.
But not only was this old man’s scrotum huge it was also purple, in fact
it looked like a large purple boxing glove.
I was taken aback by the extraordinary spectacle but with my limited
knowledge of old men’s genitalia I was left to conclude that I was destined to
acquire a large purple ball bag of my own.
And as I stood there holding my speedos in front of my shrivelled specimen,
I thought
“If I’m going to get one like that, then I’m definitely going to need
bigger trunks”
Robin and Richard were two pretty men,
They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky:
"Oh, sod it Richard, the sun's very high!
Stop sniggering and pull on your knickers
Because we’re late for training at Twickers”
I have found as I have travelled life’s highway that in the end everything comes down to perspective.
For
example, if you are inside a car your perspective would be that the car was an
efficient and economic means of getting from a to b.
However,
if you were a pedestrian walking and urban pavement you would view them as
dirty, noisy and smelly polluters of the planet.
That’s
perspective.
I have
found as I have travelled life’s highway that in the end everything comes down
to perspective.
For
example, if you are inside a car your perspective would be that the car was an
efficient and economic means of getting from a to b.
However,
if you were a pedestrian walking and urban pavement you would view them as
dirty, noisy and smelly polluters of the planet.
That’s
perspective.
Another
fine example was Diana (Princess, lady etc) she was viewed in almost equal
measure as one of three things.
Firstly,
as a demure heroine of the people, secondly as a scheming, manipulative
self-publicist or thirdly as a vacuous clotheshorse.
Note
that this can be applied to every conceivable area of debate whether it is
Homosexuality, Religion and politics or eating habits the list is endless.
If
another case in point is necessary perspective is regularly demonstrated in any
televised football match.
When
a disputed incident occurs, a goal, a penalty, or a bad tackle, it is examined
by the panel of experts and it is viewed from various angles.
Some
show it is, some show it’s not and some are inconclusive, but you are able to
make a balanced judgement because you have seen it from all the different
angles or perspectives or to put it another way you have viewed it through
other people’s eyes.
Unfortunately,
in normal everyday events we are unable or more likely unwilling to see an
issue through another’s eyes.
Is
it any wonder that we are so good at war?
The
first time I became aware of Nobby Stiles I was a young boy of ten and it was
the world cup finals of 1966.
It
would probably seem odd to many football fans that out of all the talent on
show in England that summer, players like Pele, Beckenbauer or Eusabio, I was
most impressed by the diminutive Manchester man, Nobby.
I
have often wondered myself and I think that the great players had been much
heralded in the lead up to the finals and they merely did what was expected of
them but Nobby I had not heard of before he was different.
He
tackled hard and was a tough no nonsense player who could read the game so well
being blessed with great tactical awareness but my most enduring image’s of him
was the toothless grin and his jig of joy after England won the world cup.
It
was that victory dance showing his excitement and obvious love for the game.
It
was seeing Nobby play that led me to support United as I still do today.
Norbert
Peter Stiles was born in Collyhurst Manchester 18th may 1942 and he
stood at the Stretford End like many a young lad and dreamt of playing for
United but for him it came true.
For
eleven years he played his Club football for Manchester United making his debut
for them away at Bolton on 1st of October 1960.
Apart
from winning the world cup with England in 1966 he won two League Championship
medals with United and as In the 1966 World Cup Semi-Final against Portugal it
was his job to stop Eusebio “the Black Panther” when united met Benfica in the
1968 European Cup Final which he did and added a European Cup winner's medal to
his collection.
Nobby
Stiles was and still is Man United through and through he returned to United in
the 80’s as youth team coach were he brought on the likes of Giggs, Beckham and
the Neville’s.
In
2000 his contribution to the game was finally recognized when he received an
O.B.E. along with his other previously unrecognized England teammates from
1966.
Not
before time.