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> A Sunday League Soccer team is desperate for players. So desperate in fact
> that one Sunday they are forced to play a chicken.
> Rather surprisingly the chicken has a brilliant first half. One minute
> it's
> clearing off its own line, the next threading the perfect through ball,
> the
> next putting in a perfect cross.
>
> At half time all its teammates are very pleased and everyone runs back
> onto
> the pitch for the second half. On the way the ref starts chatting with the
> chicken. "Great first half mate, you must be really fit".
> "Thanks", replied the chicken, "I try to keep myself fit but its difficult
> finding the time so I try to do an hour in the gym each morning before
> work". "What do you do then?" asked the ref. "I'm a lawyer" replies the
> chicken. At which point the ref immediately brandishes the red card and
> sends the chicken off.
>a
> The bemused teammates gather round the ref and start
> complaining............
>
> "Sorry lads", says the ref, "I had no choice. Professional fowl".