>A SUNDAY League football 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 team-mates 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 chartered accountant" replies the chicken. > >At this point the ref immediately brandishes the red >card and sends the chicken off. > > The bemused team-mates gather round the >ref and start complaining. > > > > > > > > >"Sorry lads", says the ref, "I had no choice - professional fowl".
