a blah which was first posted on blogspot moons ago. recycled for yer reading pleasure. enjoy.
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why that chicken crossed the effin' road
there are too many johnny foreigner's at the club that's why. so said chicken - henceforth known as "our lad" - decided to bunk off and ply his trade at their bitterest rivals. who happen to be just across the road.
chances of becoming *the* top scorer are very high and likelier as competition isn't as tough. unlike at his previous club, where the gaffer had signed on too many french, italian, czech, spanish, and even australian chickens.
plus the odd brazilian with whatever's left of his samba magic. oh, and there's also an american goalie chicken. as a result, our lad was left to warm the bench towards the end of last season. which chicken would not be pissed i ask you?
truth be told that most of them chickens at the club across the road are nearing their retirement days. therefore making it a dad's army kinda place. what to do, the gaffer himself is an old geezer who is a former England (fowl division) manager to be exact.
that explains why the international team were utter tosh during the supposed golden years of english (fowl) footy. in fact they still are, as evidenced by their utterly appalling FIFA (la division poulet) world standing.
but surely there's a glimmer of hope for our lad you'd say. to inject some fresh young legs and ideas at his new club. what with his fine footy skills still intact, he is full of confidence, has loads of enthusiasm, and has fire in his belly.
but be forewarned though. our lad is no spring chicken. although he is unusually wee. he broke his wings and legs - and nearly lost his comb - before in an absolutely unsightly violent derby clash two seasons ago. it took him nearly three quarters of the season to get back to full fitness. actually, he still walks with a slight limping. in addition to an off-tangent crooked comb.
no matter, that club across the road needs new blood urgently. and most importantly, they are all local chickens. some of which have served the club faithfully for many many many :: ad infinitum :: moons.
notwithstanding, here's to more glorious years to our lad at the club across the road then.
finito.
original chicken yarn © breanagh mctavish 2003.
as enscribed by the letter b @ April 29, 2004 05:02 AM