The Liverpool manager flies to Baghdad to watch a young Iraqi play football

and is suitably impressed and arranges for him to come over to Anfield.

 

Two weeks later Liverpool are 4-0 down to Man Utd with only 20 minutes

left. The manager gives the young Iraqi striker the nod and on he goes.

 

The lad is a sensation, scores 5 goals in 20 minutes and wins the game for

Liverpool.

 

The fans are delighted, the players and coaches are delighted and the media

love the new star.

 

When the player comes off the pitch he phones his mum to tell her about his

first day in English football.

 

"Hello mum, guess what?" he says in an Iraqi accent. "I played for 20

minutes today, we were 4-0 down but I scored 5 and we won. Everybody loves

me, the fans, the media, they all love me."

 

"Wonderful," says his mum, "Let me tell you about my day. Your father got

shot in the street and robbed, your sister and I were ambushed gang raped

and beaten and your brother has joined a gang of looters, and all while you

were having such a great time."

 

The young lad is very upset, "What can I say mum, but I'm so sorry."

 

"Sorry?!!! Sorry?!!!" says his mum, "It's your bloody fault we moved to

Liverpool in the first place!"

 

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