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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18th May 2018 at 12:53 pm
Quality Bouts Rimes!
I missed that news item – pity for the town.
I must admit I never went to watch them – we were only ever there in the close season.
But we did spend many quality family holidays there with friends.
My Dad was billeted out to Eardisland (just up the road) during the war.
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10th May 2018 at 7:57 am
Lovely internal rhymes there Crispin. And I agree very much with the sentiment, although I reckon there’s plenty of room for improvement!!
9th May 2018 at 3:01 pm
Congrats D P
I’m sure the winning verses will flow soon enough!
28th April 2018 at 12:36 pm
Great lines asnd what a great adventure …any pics Emdad …would love to feature this on the main home page here… please email me any images C
27th April 2018 at 2:07 pm
thanks for sharing!
It made me lookup google maps straight away to trace your journey.
for all the coaching, I’m sure you got just as much out of the trip as your hosts did.
23rd April 2018 at 2:48 pm
This poem made me smile.
18th April 2018 at 2:05 pm
Great poem, Mr Dulwich 😉
Being an ex-pat, I don’t get to many matches, but did get to first game of this season, Hampton & Richmond v Dartford. I love getting out to grass roots football.
And being a pedant….
It was El-Tel that coined “They Used To Play On Grass”, or at least he grabbed the zeitgeist and wrote a football book by that name, co-authored with Gordon Williams, who was the creator of the telly tec “Hazel”.
15th April 2018 at 6:31 pm
Football lives in our hearts, not our heads Crispin, and it nudges its space alongside our other more important loves.
Love, that auld devil called football, is our respite, response and reason, and each page turned is a new chapter, new corner, and new hope.
My best to you and your wife.