A Sunday League team is desperate for players. So desperate in fact
that one Sunday they are forced to play a chicken.
Rather surprisingly the chicken has a brilliant first half. One minute
it's clearing off its own line, the next threading the perfecthrough
ball, the next putting in a perfect cross.
At half time all its team mates are very pleased and everyone runs
back onto the pitch for the second half. On the way the ref starts
chatting with the chicken.
"Great first half mate, you must be really fit".
"Thanks", replied the chicken, "I try to keep myself fit but it's
difficult finding the time so I try to do an hour in the gym each
morning before work".
"What do you do then?" asked the ref.
"I'm a chartered accountant" replies the chicken.
At which point the ref immediately brandishes the red card and sends
the chicken off. The bemused teammates gather round the ref and start
"Sorry lads", says the ref, "I had no choice. Professional fowl".
Ben Blaney 03/09/1999Categories: Slightly Smutty