The Liverpool manager flies to Baghdad to watch a young Iraqi play. He looks
good, so he buys him.
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. The
fans are delighted, the players and coaches are delighted and the media love
the new star.
Off the pitch he phones his mum. "Hello mum, guess what?" he says. "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, beaten and
gang raped and your brother has joined a gang of looters, and all while you
were having such great time."
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The lad is desolate. "What can I say mum? I'm so sorry."
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"I should hope you are bloody sorry" says his mum, "it's your fault we moved
to Liverpool in the first place!"
