Michael Jackson Statue Unveiled At Fulham Football Ground – Totally Off The Wall

We love our eccentrics here in Blighty – and they don’t even have to be British born. Enter Mr Mohamed Al Fayed, the flamboyant former owner of Harrods. He seems to like creating monuments to the fallen. A statue was commissioned in tribute to Diana, Princess of Wales and his son Dodi Fayed, who were famously killed after their car crashed into a Paris tunnel in the summer of 1997. This statue was unveiled on the ground floor of Harrods in 2005. Let’s just say, it’s interesting. Have a look for yourself so you can make up your own mind.

He recently had a statue made of his friend Michael Jackson, who died in 2009. This was going to be in Harrods, possibly to compliment the Diana and Dodi statue already in place, but as he no longer owns Harrods, having sold it to the Qatari royal family, the statue had to go somewhere. So he decided to place it at the Fulham football ground because: 1. He owns it, and 2. Michael Jackson and Fulham FC have a very tenuous link; he attended a match – once. When it was unveiled on Sunday, the response was mixed to say the least.

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World Cup Special – Nigeria’s Unique Solution

Our boys made a low-key return to Blighty and are out of sight. The FA is wondering what to do with Fabio Capello in the light of their insightful move to renew his contract before the start of the World Cup, landing them between a rock and a hard place. What can we do? Many England fans have their own ideas, mostly illegal and jail worthy, but they need to look no further than Nigeria for the definitive answer.

World Cup Special – England Loses And Looks Back In Anguish

We’re out of the World Cup. Quelle surprise. All the jingoism, all the bear baiting of the Germans, all the tat bought with the St. George stamp, all the hope and prayers of a victory as we became dewy eyed about 1966 meant absolutely nothing, because England became Germany’s bitch as they were turned over and shafted by four goals to one. The England defence was so poor, they may as well had just walked off the pitch and let the Germans get on with it. That’s a Sunday afternoon I won’t get back. It was particularly galling because while I was inside the Rich Mix, an arts centre in Bethnal Green, with other fans collectively holding heads in hands, the weather outside was glorious. Of course it was my choice to watch the match, but it was a painful experience.