What was it at half-time?
Paddy: ‘I couldn’t get to the match last Saturday. What was the score?’
Mick: ‘Nil-nil.’
Paddy: `What was it at half-time?’
Paddy: ‘I couldn’t get to the match last Saturday. What was the score?’
Mick: ‘Nil-nil.’
Paddy: `What was it at half-time?’
The manager and coach of an Irish team were discussing the layers they had on
their books and the manager asked, ‘How many goals has O’Halloran scored this
season?’
‘Exactly double what he scored last season,’ replied the coach.
`Eleven.’
`I just don’t understand it,’ an Irish footballer complained.
`One match I play very well, and then the next match I’m terrible.’
‘Well,’ said his wife, `why don’t you just play every other match?’
“Dad, dad!” cried Philip, as he arrived home one evening. “I think I’ve been
selected for the school football team.”
“That’s good,” said his father. “But why do you only think you’ve been
selected? Aren’t you sure? What position are you playing?”
“Well,” replied Philip,...
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When I was a young boy, all the other kids insisted that I was in the football
team. They said I was vital to the game.
They couldn’t possibly play without me.
They needed me.
I was the only one with a football.
A small boy was crying his eyes out at a football match. Seeing his plight, a
policeman came up to him and asked what the problem was.
“I’ve lost my dad,” cried the boy. “What’s he like?” asked the policeman.
“Beer, fags and women,” said the boy.
There are two Bosnians playing for West Ham in an important league match. The
ball comes spinning towards them but the captain, who’s also well placed to
receive the pass, shouts,
“Mine!”, and both players hit the ground.
It has been described as a game with twenty-two players, two linesmen and
20,000 referees.
The following instruction recently appeared on the notice board of a large car
factory in Cowley:
ALL APPICATIONS FOR LEAVE OF ABSENCE FOR FAMILY BEREAVE MENTS, SICKNESS, JURY
DUTY, ETC., MUST BE HANDED IN TO THE PERSONNEL MANAGER NO LATER THAN 6 P.M. ON
THE DAY PRECEDING THE MATCH.
Over breakfast one morning, a little boy kept staring intently at his
grandfather. ‘1s anything the matter, son?’ the old man asked.
‘No, Gramps. I was just wondering what position you play in the football
team.’
‘What are? You talking about?’ laughed Gramps. ‘I’m far too old to play
football.’
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Reporter: ‘Tell me, Mr. Harris; will your £1,000,000 win on the football pools
make any difference to your way of life?’
Pools winner: ‘None at all. I shall carry on exactly as before.’
Reporter: ‘But what about all the begging letters?’
Pools winner: ‘Oh, I’ll keep sending them out as usual.’ ...
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