soz folks, am up to the eyeball's with work - ack.
and possibly the next couple of week's also. double ack.
anyways, here's a recycled blah which was first posted on blogspot many many many :: ad infinitum :: moon's ago - back in 2003 to be precised, if you's must know.
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 opposite his old club.
thus, chances of becoming *the* top scorer for our lad 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 oztrylian chicken's.
plus the odd brazilian with whatever's left of his samba magic. oh, and there's an american goalie chicken also. so, 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 em chicken's at the other club are nearing their retirement days. therefore making it a dad's army kinda place. what to do, the gaffer himself is a former England (fowl division) manager. to be exact.
that explains why the international team were utter tosh during the supposed golden year's 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. what with his fine footy skills still intact, he is full of confidence, has loads of enthusiasm. and most importantly, has fire in his belly.
be forewarned though - our lad is no spring chicken, although he is unusually wee. he broke his wings and leg's - and nearly lost his comb - before in an absolutely unsightly violent derby clash two season's ago.
[think: manYoooo vs man city, liverpool vs everton, ranger's vs celtic]
and 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 chicken's. some of which have served the club faithfully for many many many :: ad infinitum :: moon's.
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 @ February 9, 2006 12:42 PM | someone's pinged