 | | Published on Mon 15 January 2007 11: 16 |
Michael Jackson and Uri Geller at Exeter City, Tom Cruise at the Bernabeu and possibly the rarest of the lot, Winston Bogarde at Stamford Bridge.
There have been many strange sightings at football grounds in recent years and this weekend another was added to the collection.
Stumble forward then Sly Stallone who somewhat inexplicably turned up in Liverpool on Sunday brandishing an Everton scarf and a face like Simon Weston's sunburnt brother.
Sly is no stranger to the beautiful game of course, having played Robert 'Where do I stand for a corner kick?'Hatch in every boy's favourite movie, 'Escape toVictory'. Hatch was a dodgy yank keeper with an even dodgier vocabulary. Unlike Everton's current keeper, natch.
Such a shame ADRIAAAAAAAAAN Heath isn't playing for Everton any more, too.
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 | | Published on Fri 12 January 2007 06: 23 |
Good luck Chick
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 | | Published on Fri 12 January 2007 06: 21 |
Which marvelously morbid, card-shuffling manager was once caught by his missus splitting Sky Sports' Claire Tomlinson's rather meagre defensive system?
Adding insult to - quite literally - injury, the square-faced touchline temptress then got a battering with the very crutch that was supporting her broken leg.
Such was the ongoing vitriol of Mrs Man of the Match that Super Sunday's resident dinner lady was ousted from any stadium his shabby outfit later appeared at.
His current employment status means she's simply banned from West Midlands Job centres.
I'd have asked to have been banned from the entire west Midlands love, it's a shit heap.
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 | | Published on Fri 12 January 2007 06: 14 |
So after a breakdown in PR communications so calamitous it could have been served with Basil and Manuel's rattouille, Becks is finally packing his bags and heading back to somewhere they'll understand him even less - America.
Quite why the world's media are so aghast that he's fallen into the arms of the LA Galaxy is baffling, considering the reason he'd been dropped from the Madrid team was that he signed a pre-contract contract with the yank 'giants' 7 bloody months ago.
Still, if any human is worth £3000 a minute, he is.
Hang on, I mis-spelled that. I meant to say £3000 a FUCKING MINUTE?! HIS WIFE DOESN"T EVEN EAT FOOD. You daft yank twats.
Yes, that's it.
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