I know little about St Andrew
Other than a shared
name
With a famous Golf
course
So he must have liked
a game
I know little about St Andrew
Other than a shared
name
With a famous Golf
course
So he must have liked
a game
Goalkeeper Bert Trautmann
Was from a different
age
When topflight players
Were not spoilt and
pampered
He didn’t live in a
mansion
Or have a selection of
sports cars
To get to work on
match days
From his home in
Stockport
To Maine road in
Manchester
He had to catch two
buses
We have a great Welsh international
Known affectionately
as Griff
Well, when I say he’s
Welsh
His parents once went
to Cardiff
Very economical with the ball
That is a quality
worth merit
Our captain is only
economical
As he’s too slow to
get near it
I have been playing Golf for years
And sometimes it makes
me curse
But it doesn’t matter
how bad I play
If you don’t mind playing Golf in the rain,
Snow, Storm, Tempest
or a hurricane,
Then not wishing to
burst your bubble
It’s not just your
golf game that’s in trouble
We have a great Irish international
By the name of Kevin
O’Rourke
Well when I say he’s
Irish
His parents once went
to Cork
In the program they say of him
That he is a loyal
player to the team
But in truth no other
club
Will have him it would
seem
My wife doesn’t go to the gym
She doesn’t suffer
from delusions
But she gets all the
exercise she needs
Just from jumping to
conclusions
We have a midfield General
Who’s really
completive and hard
But everyone that we
play
Just think he’s a
dirty bastard
In the London marathon
One of my friends ran
Dressed as a chicken
While another one ran
Dressed as an egg
I don’t know who came
first
In the program they say
He’s a real seasoned
player
But what they really
mean
Is he’s past it the
poor geezer
At the Winter Olympics Games
One of the sponsors
participating
Is a pharmaceutical
giant who
Are sponsoring the
Speed skating
For most of us weekend golfers
The only wood that is
essential
To carry in your golf
bag
Is a finely sharpened pencil
Robin and Richard were two pretty men,
They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky:
"Oh, sod it Richard, the sun's very high!
Stop sniggering and pull on your knickers
We’re late for training at Twickers”
Scientists say there are now
Running Genes
But surely it would
chafe
If you ran in Jeans
The Victorians
Invented a lot of
sports
Or if not invented,
Encouraged their
development
As a means of instilling,
fair play
Teamwork and
discipline
Into the next
generation
As way of training the
youth
For life in the wider
world
I don’t know how
The Victorians would
view
The sportsmen and
women of today
Not favourably I
suspect
Sport was industrialised by the Soviet Union
To promote communism
And not the money
hungry capitalist west
But it profited
capitalism
I have an Angel on my dashboard
She’s my special lucky
charm
I have an angel on my
dashboard
Who’s keeping me from
harm
At the Essex Games
Beginning next year
For the Essex folk
Have hit a snag I fear
On health safety
grounds
There will be no
swimming
Because it has
transpired
That the pool was
brimming
With dirty brown water
When every girl and
man
Had dived into the
pool
Wearing too much fake
tan
Celebrate the victory
With your piers
Drown the woes of foes
In English beer
Sing loud the songs of
triumph
Whisper low of near
disasters
Be magnanimous in
victory
Be humble in defeat
Be proud, be loud
Be English
My pastime is, that I like to Fish
I’d do it all the time
if I got my wish
But my wife hates me
doing it
And she wants me to
stop doing it
I say to her it’s just
my hobby
She says its just plain nobby
I say potato she says potaeto
I say tomato she says
tomaeto
I say it’s just an innocent pastime
She says next time should be the last time
I say it is about the quiet peace
She says it has to cease
I say it’s appreciating the stillness
She say it’s a mental illness
She says I need to get a life
I thing I just need a different wife
Women body builders
Think they look fab
All muscular
And not an inch of
flab
With feminine parts
Under triangular tabs
Unfortunately, you
couldn’t
Sex them in a lab
Steve McLaren has said recently
He is looking forward
apparently
To taking the England
football team
To the next world cup,
it would seem
This is only likely to
happen in reality
If he’s the coach
driver quite frankly
When you’re playing poker
I think it’s true in all cases
That a Smith and Wesson
Will always beat four aces
Something that may get you in a fix
Is demonstrating fancy card tricks
For more than one serious gambler
Just before you’re about to play poker
Joan found her husband George
Indulging in a strange
caper
Stalking about the
kitchen
With a rolled-up
newspaper
"What on earth are you doing?"
She asked with annoyance.
"I’m doing battle with flies"
Was his proud response
"Have you killed any yet?"
She asked, walking to the door
"Three male and two females
Is the current score”
"How can you sex a fly?"
Asked a now interested
Joan
"I killed three
on a beer can;
The other two were on
the phone"
I took the boys to the match
Down the road on Saturday
I take them to the home games
But we never ever go away
They’re only a conference side
About mid table if were lucky
If we manage a decent cup run
The pundits call us plucky
Almost numb with boredom
We suffered a dull first half
The ref fell over on his arse
So at least we had a laugh
To cheer the boys up a bit
I took them to a burger bar
I didn’t know how long we’d be
The line didn’t seem that far
The true concept of “fast food”
Seems to have passed them by
As we spent half time queuing
For two hot dogs and a pie
I sent the boys to the stands
Coming over all paternal
I queued on my own and missed
Two goals after the interval
Back in the stand with the boys
I realized I’d got nothing for me
And when I tied Josh’s shoelace
I missed goal number three
I saw the last five minutes
Until the final whistle blew
Still at least we won the match
The last time we only drew
Match days are meant to be fun
I must be totally off my brain
Halfway home without a coat
It starts to pour with rain
Forty quid to see the match
Plus fast food and a program
Still at least I spent the day
With my boys Ben Josh and Sam
I was amused to see at the weekend that the Bolton Wanders mascot a seven foot Lion was ordered by the referee to stay at the Bolton end of the ground in the first half because the lion was confusing the Norwich City players.
At half time the Lion reappeared wearing the Bolton away strip and was allowed
to resume his duties.
I can’t help thinking that Norwich city's position at the foot of the premiership table may be related to their inability to differentiate between a seven foot Lion and fellow footballers.
Nudists whilst staying in the camp
Must never, even if
tempted
When playing games of
leapfrog
Fail to complete all
jumps attempted
Jockeys in bright coloured racing silk
Representing owners of every ilk
The horses fidget with ears pricked
Punters shout for the horse they picked
Ready for the off the tension mounts
A lot of money bet on turf accounts
they’re at the start now all in a line
The starter waits till all is fine
And they’re off, and the horses surge
Moving en mass like a cavalry charge
Powerful beasts of chestnut and grey
Doing battle on Grand National day
Hooves thunder hard past the rail
Who will win the race who will prevail
On they go riding at a steady rate
Five fences in the opening straight
Then the big one Bechers Brook
Some don’t fancy it when they take a look
Then the Foinavon fence before Canal Turn
Valentines is then the next big concern
Three more fences and the field is thinning
Across the Melling Road and turning
Over two more fences before the Chair
Then the water jump and halfway there
Powerful beasts of chestnut and grey
Doing battle on Grand National day
Hooves thunder hard past the rail
Who will win the race who will prevail
The crowd cheers loudly those who remain
As the magnificent beasts go around again
Along the straight five fences once more
Then Bechers Brook counts its score
Beneath them the ground seems to quake
The leaders leaving fallers in their wake
Then the Foinavon fence before Canal Turn
Valentines is once again the big concern
Three more fences and the field is thinning
Across the Melling Road and turning
Powerful beasts of chestnut and grey
Doing battle on Grand National day
Hooves thunder hard past the rail
Who will win the race who will prevail
Two more fences and the volume gets loud
Almost home to the delight of the crowd
Jump the last fence and land ahead
Keep your wits about you, keep your head
The finishing straight the end in sight
Across the finish line to the crowds delight
For the winner at the end of the road
The great sporting accolade is bestowed
A spectacle on an afternoon well spent
For those who witness the great event
The gender of a hot air balloon
Is distinctly male by definition
The obvious thing to compare
Is of course it’s full of hot air
And to get it to move even a little bit
You have to light a fire under it
Brazil Brazil is the Celtic chant
From the clan McCarlos and McCafu
Scotland's allies in the yellow and blue
Must defeat the Englishmen for you
I feel more pity than I feel contempt
Though not enough to shed a tear
What a truly sad existence you endure
No talented team of Scots to cheer
How sad and bitter you poor Celts are
Lacking a worthy team home grown
You must bathe in the reflected glory
Of greater nations than your own
Travelling east to play the game
Not thought to set the world aflame
Making friends while you're away
Impressing with your football play
Pleasing critics with what they see
Though they call you England B
Well done the noble men in green
With Holland, Dunn and Robbie Keane
You've really done your country proud
Let them proudly sing your names aloud
Cricket is not my sport that I have to say
But the game appears to be in the doldrums
For me the most exiting part of the match
Are the barmy army beating their drums
They spread the event over five full days
In an effort to make it appear more fun
But if they want to make it more exciting
They should make them play tip and run
In 2002 England were in the east
Intending to serve up
a football feast
The ginger ninja’s
were in control
Butt and Scholes in
the midfield role
Campbell, Southgate
and Ferdinand at the back
Owen, Heskey, Fowler
and Vassel in attack
In goal David seaman
with his ponytail
Praise be to the
English hero’s hail
By example Beckham
driving on his team
In vein pursuit of the
world cup dream
In the end we just
weren’t good enough
Beaten by a lucky
Brazil goal to make it tough
Now I keep telling my wife
No matter what she may have thought
In no way shape or form
Can shopping be considered a sport
Every Saturday it’s the same old story
With are mates we
bathe in the reflected glory
As our heroes play the
beautiful game
We sing and cheer and
chant their names
They get at them early
doors in attack
A Drag back and he’s
skinned the fullback
What skill he’s left
the fullback for dead
The strikers there and
wants it on his head
He heads the ball but
no it’s hit the frame
The crowd all chant
the strikers name
Another attack, Pass
& move Give & go
The home teams putting
on a great show
The ball comes to the
striker as planned
But what a save it’s
in the keeper’s hands
Again, the ball comes
to Johnny on the spot
He shoots did it go
in? Was it a goal or not?
No goals and the last
minute, one more chance
The fullback is passed
like he’s in a trance
The balls in the
middle and shot against the bar
The striker has an
open goal he misses by far
We boo and jeer and
chant their names
The striker is pants
and it’s a funny old game
Living life in cartoons
A happy life in Looney
tunes
Incomprehensible
croons
Beneath silvery moons
Shooting at pink
balloons
With captain Ahab’s
harpoons
Spending Sunday
afternoons
Chatting with baboons
Playing cricket in the
dunes
With chipmunks and
raccoons
Eating out of date
prunes
With runsible spoons
What I want to know is why it is that
Now I have become one
of the old farts
And I’m finally
holding all the cards
Everyone else decides
to play darts
On the whole,
No pun intended,
It was a pleasant day
On the Golf course
The sun was warm
The wind was light
The golf was
A mixture of the
sublime
And the ridiculous
A day of ups and downs
As my scorecard
testified
But the par 4 15th
Was a different story
I had hit a crisp
drive
From the elevated tee
And away it flew
Straight down the
middle
As Bing once sang
It landed just short
of the dog leg
Kicked to the right
And rolled perfectly
round the turn
After such a shot
You feel ten feet tall
As you stride down the
fairway
And I felt every inch
of it
When I reached my ball
I found it sitting up
invitingly
And with an unhindered
path to the green
I had a birdie chance.
Slightly ahead and to
the right
A rather large Rabbit,
Was enjoying the
afternoon sun
Blissfully unaware of
what was to come
I selected my club
And addressed the ball
“Just hit it straight”
I told myself
I swung the club
towards the ball
In a perfect ark
But I must have lifted
my head
Because there was and
ugly contact
And the ball sliced
away
In the direction of
the Rabbit
Now had he just stayed
still
He would have lived
But alas at the sound
of the sliced contact
The Rabbit leapt
vertically in the air
Straight into the path
of the ball
And died instantly
Now looking back, I
could have claimed
That the Rabbit put me
off
But it didn’t really
If the ball had
followed its path
I would have been out
of bounds
So, the Rabbit
sacrificed himself
To save my par
Me and some friends
Fancied a game of
darts
I said, “Nearest the
bull
To see who starts”
Johnny went “Woof”
And I went “Baah”
Then Danny went “Moo”
You don’t need a parachute
To go skydiving
Unless you want to
make it
A regular thing
Great fun games for the English summer
They don’t have to be
expensive
Play new swear word
Scrabble
It’s a simple game not
for the pensive
All words must be in
common usage
And should be
genuinely offensive
In a brand new job and in a brand new town
A young man named George started working
A group of his fellow employees always met
For a round of golf every Saturday morning
After finding out that George was a golfer
He was asked if he could make the golf date
George replied that he would love to play
But that he might well be ten minutes late
On Saturday morning he was there at ten
He played right handed and won the play
Next week George says that he will be there
But he may be ten minutes late on the day
He shows up right on time and proceeded
To play golf left handed, and win the round
This continues for a fair number of weeks
He may be ten minutes late on the ground
But without fail always turns up on time
And then wins playing with either hand
The other players are getting fed up with this
And an explanation for this they all demand
"George, every Saturday you say you may be
Ten minutes late, but are never late to begin
“Then you play either right or left handed”
“And despite this” they said, “you always win?”
"I’m superstitious so every Saturday I wake up
I look over at my wife in the first morning light
If she sleeps on her left side, I play left-handed
If she’s sleeping on her right side, I play right"
They absorbed this information with disbelief
"Well," one of the men said “ tell us straight”
"What happens if she is laying on her back?"
George replies, "Then I‘m ten minutes late."
"A genius footballer” bloody cheek
He looks more like a circus freak
He's nothing more than a Latin cheat
Who's certainly had too much to eat
I rang up my local swimming baths
Asking 'Is that the local swimming baths?'
The reply he received was quite rum
'It depends where you're calling from.'"
Horacio Elizondo is ref for the final
His obvious Reward
For a flawless performance
Helping Portugal go forward
I was in the golf shop browsing
The different types of golf balls
I had been using the women’s type
And wasn’t getting on with them at all
I was approached by an assistant
Who was dark handsome and tall
He asked if he could help me.
And without even thinking at all
I looked at him and said,
"I think I like playing with men's balls."
A hot air balloon is male,
Because, to get it to
go anywhere
You have to light a
fire under it,
And of course it’s
full of hot air.
Zidane in Germany in 2006
Was given the golden ball
Voted the tournaments best player
The most outstanding of them all
A great reward for his foul conduct
Viciously head butting a rival
And before a global audience
Sent off in the world cup final
Was this the act of a great player?
Or of a thug that the world abhors
Was his behavior out of character?
Or has he now shown his true colors
When they show their skills, they earn our respect
After scoring they
celebrate and genuflect
They have great skill
which we respect
But their cheating is
what we’ve come to expect
She was my little sex kitten
Lively and playful
Very kittenish indeed
I had long hankered
after her
With her Reassuring
curvaceousness
And the feeling was apparently
mutual.
She had a liking for
the open air
And a penchant for the
dangerous
So, while her husband
played 18 holes
We played around
And made love in the
long grass
Beside the eighteenth
green
The difference between a tea bag
And Woking Football Club
Is a simple one to discover
A tea bag stays longer in the cup
I used to be a Marathon man
A Marathon man was I
Then they renamed them
Snickers
I don’t know why
I’ve always wanted to learn to do the splits
It’s an ambition since
my earliest days
The guy at the gym
said, “How flexible are you?”
I replied, “I can do
any day but Tuesdays”
You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is
essential
To build it up very
gradually
But by the third week
It started to get hard
As that’s when I
started trying
To put on the leotard
You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is
essential
To build it up very
gradually
So for the second week
I’ve begun to do a
little more
I’ve started driving
past
A sporting goods store
You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is
essential
To build it up very
gradually
So, for the first week
I am watching sport on
TV
Bimbette always wanted to go water skiing
And desperately wanted
to fulfil her hope
But despite an lengthy
and extensive search
A diller, a dollar, a 10 o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
Just think about cricket the next time
that we get down to it in my room
Car Football is actually a thing
If not to everyone’s desire
Nonetheless the car was in
The dressing room, changing attire
When I first got into athletics
A hurdle scared me a bit
But with dogged perseverance
I managed to get over it
I’m a really keen cricket fan and
This summer I’ve watched it everyday
But now it’s over and I have discovered
That my wife left me back in May
It was a bad winter Olympics First it was the Luge I had a go at Then I found myself on thin ice Following some aggressive chat Th...