Wednesday, February 1st, 2006
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A fake sheikh
Shook the nation
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An indiscrete bleat
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Now, is Hiddink a hoodwink
Or just another aberration?
© Clik the mouse, 1st Feb 2006
Sven Goran Eriksson puts his foot in it again – again according to the media.
Or is he just being truthful?
Either way, he’s almost certainly being indiscrete.
Based on todays story (taken from BBCi website) :
England coach Sven-Goran Eriksson has reportedly hinted that Guus Hiddink will be the next England manager.
Eriksson told diners in a Stockholm restaurant that the PSV Eindhoven and Australia coach will succeed him when he leaves after the World Cup.
When asked by a couple, Eriksson reportedly said: “It will be Hiddink, and good luck to him.”
Eriksson’s indiscretion comes in the wake of his alleged remarks to an undercover newspaper reporter.
Eriksson’s remarks will be another source of embarrassment to the Football Association who are still reeling at the England coach’s revelations to the so-called fake sheikh.
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21st July 2017 at 12:57 pm
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19th May 2017 at 6:02 pm
Great poem on a wonderful achievement for FGR.
Now let’s hope my team and Forest Green battle it out for top spot next season. If the Sky Blues top the division the vegan pies are on me ! ☺
19th May 2017 at 5:48 pm
Wonderful, touching poem. You have done them proud expressing your feelings about their achievement.
5th May 2017 at 1:19 pm
Good luck! Hope to see you on Sunday if I can make it.
3rd May 2017 at 5:40 pm
Great use of wordplay on names Ianthe. Especially liked Lingard…as in a classic Cranberries song’Let It Lingar!’
9th April 2017 at 9:21 pm
Hi Graham – I’m really pleased to see that you’re annotating your poems verse-by-verse. Did you know you can also highlight a bit of text in a verse and comment on that? Hover over this comment to see what I highlighted.
9th April 2017 at 9:10 pm
Not forgetting folk hero Robin Friday who started a now commonplace trend by kissing a policeman after scoring against Rochdale in 1975
“The policeman looked so cold and fed up standing there that I decided to cheer him up a bit,” he explained.
7th April 2017 at 1:29 pm
Yes. We played footy in the street, and Peter Lorimer (not me) broke the window-pane at number twenty-eight. Kenneth Wolstenholme was particularly impressed, and Leeds meet Chelsea in the semi-final.
6th April 2017 at 12:03 pm
Great imagery Alex…
Playing in the street….grumpy neighbours..I go back to my old fifties Wharfdale Street , just off the Ifield Road sometimes Alex.
It’s barely a bright tennis ball’s throw from Stamford Bridge.We’d play for hours across that little street , stopping only for Remo’s ice cream van. So few car back then. I remember mad scores like 53-41 .
We’d often play til it was so dark, we couldn’t see that little yellow ball anymore sometimes..
The marking on the old brick wall in streets now lined with cars 24 x 7 are faint… but still there.
4th April 2017 at 3:10 pm
A touching tribute to a quaint old ground, with its compact pitch and small white gable.