Hello!
To celebrate the start of the Football season and as I still can’t be bothered to write anything new, here is another old post relating to Football. And Chickens.
Chickens In Sport #4
1966 was a great year to be British. Dentistry had been bought in from the cold. Tinned fruit and roofs were becoming commonplace and plugs of all varieties were no longer in short supply! Brown and Bitter was a staple drink of the working classes and not a comment on inner city racial tensions.
On July 37th 1966 England won the World Cup for footballing.
Yet it was a game not without controversy!
The Queen is caught nicking fried onions from the burger bar at half-time but once again The Establishment cover up her chronic kleptomania.
But there is one moment that still counts as one of the great talking moments in a game of many moments.
Did the chicken cross the line?
This image that proves conclusively nothing at all.
- Did The Chicken Cross The Line?
England claim success. The referee is unsure. He confers with the Georgian linesman. With a firm nod of his head Dimitri Yashmilli-Vanilli confirms a goal has been scored.
England go on to win the greatest prize in world football. In West Germany there is outrage. So angry are the Germans that they take revenge by developing a sustainable industrial base.
OUCH! THE BASTARDS!
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And England, failing to capitalize on the burgeoning chicken movement, totally misses the opportunity for new word dominance with a string of Chicken-Feet fast food restaurants.
If only! sums up the country since WW2.
Fabulous chicken goal!
But did it cross the goal line Susie? Believe it or not the debate rages on 46 years later.
Will we ever hear the end of the 1966 World Cup (With Chicken) win?
Probably not – sadly.
Who are you looking forward to tomorrow? Was it cheltenham?
Home to Dagenham and Redbridge tomorrow Joe. Enjoyed your bike post yesterday – right on the button – it is the smug Bickerton carriers who get my goat.
I wouldn’t mind if they actually cycled them. One day I will ask why they take them on the train. I expect they’ll give me a perfectly reasonable answer which will leave me with no choice but to punch them in the face to mask my annoyance of getting them all wrong.
Good luck tomorrow!
Cheers – don’t forget the helmets, those bloddy helmets they never take off!
Hi fellow ginge! I would like to present you with One Lovely Blog Award! I’ll be posting about this, with more info if you need it, on Monday. Congratulations x
Cheers Lily – most kind of you! Have a good weekend
So angry are the Germans that they take revenge by developing a sustainable industrial base
Funny and true.
And there was me thinking England won the world cup for golf…
Easy mistake to make Kate
Chicken, yum, finger lickin good, how boring soccer is over here in the antipodes, we only play with balls not chickens, and glad to hear you aren’t of Scottish but Irish stock, so am I 🙂 must explain the ginger maybe
Chickenball – now there a sport for the Olympics. Yep – the ginger comes from Dad’s side of the family – Co. Kerry!
cluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!
(translation Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal!!)
Jeez – did you lay an egg with all that effort?