The manager of Liverpool FC sends scouts out round the World
looking for a new striker to hopefully win Liverpool the title. One of his
scouts informs him of a young Iraqi striker who he thinks will turn out
to be a true superstar. So the manager flies to Iraq to watch him and is
suitably impressed and arranges for him to come over to Anfield.
Two weeks later Liverpool are 4-0 down at home with only twenty
minutes left, and Liverpool’s manager gives the young Iraqi striker the
nod to go on.
The lad is a sensation, scores five goals in twenty 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 he comes off the pitch he phones his Mum to tell her about his first day in English
football. “Hi Mum, guess what?” he says. “I played for twenty minutes today, we were 4-0 down but I scored five goals and we won. Everybody loves me, the fans, the players and the media, they all love me.”
“Great,” says his Mum, “now let me tell you about my day. Your
father got shot in the street, your sister and I were raped and beaten and
your brother has joined a gang of looters, while you were having a
great time.”
The young lad is very upset. “What can I say Mum? I’m so
sorry”.
“Sorry?!?” says his Mum. “Sorry?! It’s your fault that we moved
to Liverpool in the first place!”
