Tagged: World Cup Humour
North Korea’s football star
by Mungo MacIntyre
As tensions rise on the Korean peninsula, I recall my first visit to North Korea in 2010 when I was granted an interview with the president himself…
Greetings Comrades, I am Kim Jong Il the well known ‘Glorious Leader’ of the Democratic Peoples Republic of Korea.
We say ‘People’s Republic’, but you know we only use the term loosely. After all you don’t really want lots of ‘people’ running your republic with their dirty feet on the ‘peoples’ palace carpets and their snotty nosed kids wiping their hands on the ‘peoples’ nice new leather sofas.
North Korea has much in common with the UK. Not only do we both have unelected leaders, but we both like to tuck into a nice hot dog on a Saturday night.
I often play centre forward for the peoples’ team and, if I blow my own trumpet for a moment, I’m pretty handy. In one domestic game I scored six goals and everyone said I was a gifted player, even the referee. Of course sometimes I miss the goal and then I get a bit cranky and go back to the peoples’ palace, taking the peoples’ football with me. I am only human after all.
When I get cranky I like to relax with a summary execution. Last time the condemned man asked me if he could choose his firing squad. I said “Sure”. He wanted Emille Heskey, Wayne Rooney, and Frank Lampard. How we all laughed. Well I laughed, him not so much.
World Cup Football – Nelson Mandela
Roly Bunce was one of the last journalists to interview Nelson Mandela shortly before the 2010 World Cup
Hello my friends, I’m the well-known South African president Nelson Mandela,
My good friend Charlize Theron has asked me to run her World Cup tipping competition.She was too busy to do it, she is having her vuvuzela tuned. Apparently it was making a funny noise when you blew into it! Anyhow, someone called “Chip” has keyed in the results but we cannot trust Chip’s work. I’m told that’s because “his head is flatter than the Socceroos back four and he is just as slow”. Keep blowing your vuvuzela, my friends