A few more tales to make you giggle, picked up from fellow sports journalists and Press box chatter during my time as a Fleet Street sub-editor, reporter and columnist...
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GEORGIA AND THE DRAGON: Wales had just lost 3-0 to the USSR in a World Cup qualifier, yet full-back Joey Jones was in jovial mood despite being given the runaround by supreme Soviet Oleg Blokhin in front of 80,000 fans at Tbilisi. The Liverpool joker wisecracked: "If anyone's got a picture of Blockhead, I'd like to see what the bugger looks like. All I have seen is his f***ing back! It's no wonder he's so fast, his mother and father were Olympic sprinters. My mum's a cleaner and my dad's a hospital porter so what bloody chance have I got?''
ALL
BITE AND NO BARK: Scotland’s beleaguered manager Ally MacLeod
was facing the world’s press after the disastrous events of the
1978 World Cup finals in Argentina. His struggling side had been
humbled by Iran…and one of Ally’s star players had been sent home
for taking drugs. As miserable MacLeod began his summing up, an
equally forlorn mongrel wandered over and sat at his feet. ‘’Aye,’’
said MacLeod, ‘’they’ll all be waiting to get at me when I get
home. Right now, I probably don’t have a friend in the world -
apart from this little dog.’’ With that, he bent down to stroke
the bedraggled animal…and it bit him.
TROUBLE
AND SQUEAK: Radio commentator Peter Lorenzo, busy interviewing
England’s World Cup heroes after the 1966 Wembley victory over West
Germany, was unimpressed by Alan Ball’s response to his opening
question. The little midfielder piped out his answer in that
distinctive squeaky voice that was to become so familiar, only for a
clearly unconvinced Lorenzo to retort: ‘’Come on Alan, I know you
don’t really talk like that.’’
HORSES
FOR CURSES: Owner-trainer Bryn Thomas was in no mood to face the
stewards after his well-fancied horse had run a stinker at Hereford.
The big former Cardiff rugby forward was discussing what had gone
wrong with top jockey John Francome when he was summoned to explain
the horse’s failure. Stomping angrily into the stewards’ room to
face his three inquisitors, the fiery farmer demanded to know why
they were wasting his time. ‘’I haven’t got a clue why it ran
so badly,’’ he blasted, ‘’and I’m in a hurry to get home.’’
Discreetly, in view of the Welshman’s daunting physical presence
and bombastic mood, one of the stewards explained that even the
Queen’s horses were inquired into from time to time. ‘’I know
that,’’ fumed Bryn. ‘’But when she gets home afterwards she
hasn’t got to milk 70 f***ing cows.’’
CHAMP-PAIN
CHARLIE: World-title contender Chuck Wepner was so sure he‘d
take Muhammad Ali‘s world heavyweight crown that he made his wife a
promise before the big fight in Richfield, Ohio. ‘’Go out and buy
yourself a new negligee, baby,’’ ordered cocky Chuck, ‘’Tonight
you’ll be sleeping with the champion.’’Wepner, for all his
bravery, duly went the way of all flesh and was stopped by Ali -
albeit in the final round. Mrs Wepner, unimpressed, was more
concerned about Ali’s whereabouts. ‘’Does the champ come to
me…or do I go to him?’’ she asked her battered husband.
THE
DRAFTY COCKNEY: England darts stars Eric Bristow and John Lowe
were practising in Edinburgh before the World Cup competition. In the
next bay, obscured by a partition, was Scotland’s top player Jocky
Wilson - a fierce rival of Crafty Cockney Bristow. Suddenly one of
Eric’s darts ricocheted off the wire…and disappeared under a gap
at the bottom of the partition. A couple of seconds later it
reappeared - courtesy of Wilson. ‘’If he’d known it was yours
he’d have thrown it out there,’’ quipped Lowe, pointing to the
large open window behind Bristow. ‘’No chance,’’ retorted
Eric the mouth. ‘’He’d have missed.’’
LEVEL
BEST: Liverpool captain turned BBC pundit Emlyn Hughes was in no
doubt about the quality of football he was expecting to be served up
in the World Cup finals. ''I want to see the type of game where teams
are winning 4-1 and 3-3,’’ he told Sport of Two radio listeners.
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