This isn't going to be an assortment of rear end jokes, on the lines of arse if... much arse I like it or this puzzle is going to be difficult to crack. It's going to be a dedication to the best footballer of the year, or of the past four as the case may be, the possessor of the golden ball alongside the normal one, from humble beginnings in the beach front on Marseilles (why the French can't write as they spell, I'll never know (oops shud I have said no instead)), none other than Zinedine Zidane (pronounced zizou in French).
Now despite the economists who after much deliberation over statistics and other such nefarious methods decided finally to settle for France mostly because zizou was so "hot". We now think they had inside information considering Baldy's heat is not just a reflection of how desirable he is. But economists and bookies (how they must have made a killing when Brazil lost) notwithstanding, here is zizou using his head...
Now there are a few other variations of the whole thing, go hunt for them on youtube. There are also apparently flash games that one can indulge in at times of ennui. This is just one of them. But zizou giving head and using his head, and heading in the wrong direction jokes apart, there are things to learn from here. No matter what amount of nipple pinching, jersey pulling, ma-behen-biwi abusing that would happen in any sport (wonder why they call it sport then?) especially contact sports (now we know why they call it contact sports...) I think when one reaches the pedestal of captaining one's country (born to algerians apart) in an international match the maximum allowable show of emotion is, apparently this.
But the Provider seems to think it's an italian conspiracy. Like the church, pizza, robert deniro and perhaps mussolini. Dismissed that with an account of sledging in Cricket. Sad isn't it, with cricket... No jersey pulling, family jewel stomping, or even head butting. The gentleman's game... All they did before and now, sadly even after bodyline was stare them down the pitch or occasionally mutter, "I say, he's daft don't you think?"
Still think reacting to insult is worse than insulting. Not turn the other cheek, just score the goal and win the match.
My take. You're welcome to yours.
But the Provider seems to think it's an italian conspiracy. Like the church, pizza, robert deniro and perhaps mussolini. Dismissed that with an account of sledging in Cricket. Sad isn't it, with cricket... No jersey pulling, family jewel stomping, or even head butting. The gentleman's game... All they did before and now, sadly even after bodyline was stare them down the pitch or occasionally mutter, "I say, he's daft don't you think?"
Still think reacting to insult is worse than insulting. Not turn the other cheek, just score the goal and win the match.
My take. You're welcome to yours.
