tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956354626825714992024-02-07T03:46:29.080+00:00The Sporting Mavericks Hall of FameHonouring the most exciting and controversial sportsmen and women throughout history
@SportsMavsSportingMaverickHallofFamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02604684272521724643noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95635462682571499.post-44896555121786215962012-12-11T23:38:00.000+00:002012-12-12T00:04:10.965+00:00Garrincha<br />
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As with most sports, football history is littered with
stories of athletes overcoming insurmountable odds to achieve greatness. Diego
Maradona, one of the greatest players ever, grew up in desperate poverty,
sharing one bedroom with seven siblings in the shanty town of Villa Fiorito. He
once fell in the family cesspit whilst still a toddler and was rescued from
drowning in his relatives’ faecal waste by his uncle, who screamed at him “keep
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Ronaldo (the chubby Brazilian one) grew up in the favelas of Rio and was so
poor he missed his first trial at Flamengo because he couldn't afford the bus
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One player who surely endured the harshest of tribulations on his journey to
greatness was the Brazilian Garrincha, the ‘Little Bird’. He was
born into poverty in Rio in 1933, with an alcoholic father and several serious
birth defects. He had a severely deformed spine, with a right leg that bent
inwards that was two inches longer than his left, which was also turned
outwards. He was certified a cripple by the local doctor. It was pretty fair to
say that life had dealt little Garrincha a dud hand.<br />
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At fourteen, Garrincha started working nine hour days at a textile
factory, where the other workers would refer to him as a ‘cripple boy’. He
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He was already married and a father by the time he became a
professional footballer aged 19, and scored a hat trick on his debut for
Botafoga. Garrincha went on to shine at the 1958 World Cup in Sweden when,
three games into the tournament, he and Pele were called up to the starting
line-up, transforming Brazil into a side that
would go on to win the World Cup for the first time. The pinnacle of his career
came four years later, at the World Cup in Chile: with Pele injured after two
games, Garrincha became the team's heartbeat, inspiring Brazil to victory much
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He played football the same way he lived his life, pleasing
himself and disregarding team tactics or concerns. Perhaps the finest dribbler
the world has ever seen, he regularly beat a man and then waited for him to
recover position, simply to have the pleasure of beating him again. His style
of play filled fans with joy, but there was something else about his appearance
and irreverence that chimed with Brazilians. They loved him because he was a
reflection of themselves, providing hope in the way he triumphed over his
obvious handicaps. He turned a physical limitation into an advantage – his
crooked legs leant to the left while his trademark move was a sharp swerve to
the right. The national side never lost a game in which he and Pele were in the
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For all his on-field genius however, Garrincha’s life off it
was a mess, largely due to his chronic alcoholism. He donated some of his World
Cup bonus to the community in Pau Grande, but kept most of it in cash under his
mattress, as he didn’t believe in banks; only to find it again years later,
rotted through due to his persistent drunken bed-wetting.</div>
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He ran over his own father whilst heavily intoxicated at the
wheel in 1959, and ten years later inadvertently killed his mother-in-law when
he crashed into a truck with her in the passenger seat. He was married three
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He died in 1983 of cirrhosis of the liver aged just 49. At
the Brazilian national stadium, Estádio do Maracanã, the away team
dressing room is known as ‘Pele’, and the home room is ‘Garrincha.’<br />
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SportingMaverickHallofFamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02604684272521724643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95635462682571499.post-51787779909167778582012-12-11T23:27:00.000+00:002013-01-24T16:38:57.035+00:00Robbie Savage<br />
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Loved by some, hated by many, Savage remains reassuringly
confident and outspoken. He has divided the masses throughout his career, through
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He is synonymous with the term 'hard hitting midfielder' and
has a reputation for running around 'kicking lumps' out of people rather than exhibiting
any crowd-pleasing skill or flair. His aggressive and physical style of play
has oft been criticised, but contrary to popular belief, Savage has only been
sent off twice in his career, and his only Premiership red card was under very
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Savage did once hold the record for the most Premier League
yellow cards however, and in 2008 was dubbed 'the dirtiest player in
Premier League history' by the Daily Mail. His yellow card tally has since been
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Savage began his career as Manchester United, but after Alex Ferguson realised he didn't possess many of the characteristics needed for a striker - such as the ability to pass, dribble or shoot - he was duly sold to Crew Alexandra. From here, he went on to play for Leicester City,
Birmingham City, Blackburn Rovers and Derby County. Savage earned 39 International
caps for Wales, before retiring from international duty as he 'wished to
concentrate on his club football'. Reports suggested that he had fallen out with the national manager, John Toshack. Apparently, Toshack had told Savage "it's my way or the highway," to which Savage replied, "I'm on the M56, John."</div>
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The 2001-02 season saw Savage sign for Birmingham City, and
showed the world his uncanny skill for winding up opponents. Whilst at the
Black Country side, Savage had a slight altercation with Dion Dublin. Savage took
offence to a rash Dublin tackle which resulted in a mass confrontation. During
said fracas, Dublin (quite gently, actually) head-butted Savage, and was sent
for an early shower.</div>
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Savage’s stint at Birmingham City ended when he handed in a transfer request in 2005, citing his desire to move nearer his ailing parents in Wrexham. Savage moved to Blackburn Rovers for a fee of £3 million. Blackburn is around five miles further away from Wrexham than Birmingham is.<br />
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During the final minutes of a grudge match between local rivals Leicester City and Derby County, savage did the unspeakable and took a dive in the box. The penalty was given and subsequently converted. Two Derby players were booked after chasing Savage and to really rub salt in the wounds, he goaded the home fans, fist pumping his away round the stadium. From that point forward, Savage was subjected to a torrent of abuse whenever he played against Derby. Ironically, Savage signed for Derby in the later stages of his career, receiving a mixed bag of hostility and acceptance, much like a morris dancer at a blind football match.<br />
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One major part of Savages career, arguably his most
influential contribution to football, was the amount of times he took an elbow,
ball or headbutt to the face. Forever cemented in the annals of popular culture
thanks to Soccer AM, there are frequent instances of Savage receiving hefty
blows to the head. During a game against Newcastle in 2003, the referee Matt
Messias swung his arm to signal a foul, unaware that Savage was lurking behind
him and struck him in the face. Completely in character, Savage hit the deck.
Alan Shearer sauntered over and after taking the referee’s red card, brandished
it back at him, the funniest thing Alan Shearer has ever done and probably ever
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Savages nose has also been on the receiving end of a Robert
Pires pass and a Stiliyan Petrov clearance, both achieving a raucous uproar
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Another example of Savages eccentric behaviour and infinite capacity to cause trouble became known as ‘Poogate’. Before a game whilst at
Leicester City, Savage had an upset stomach and most likely a dribbly bum, apparently caused by use of antibiotics. Instead of relieving himself in the changing room toilets,
Savage decided to sample the delights of the referee’s lavatory. An expensive
choice as he was fined £10,000 by the FA, the dearest fine for using a toilet
since George Michael's error of judgement in 1998.</div>
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In recent months, you may have seen more of Savages enviable
locks. This is because he is attempting to become a more prominent broadcast
figure. A recent appearance on Strictly
Come Dancing shocked many, largely because he displayed footwork that was
non-existent on the football pitch but also due to his outfits being tighter
then Rik Waller in a phonebox. During one rather exuberant salsa, Savage
performed a kneeslide towards a camera, planting a smacker on its lens. After
closer inspection, Savage realised he had in fact broken is nose on the lens
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Savage is a regular pundit on multiple football programs and
offers a refreshing and honest opinion on many controversial topics. He also
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‘Outside the box, that’s a freekick but inside the box, I
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continues to divide the public. Nevertheless, like him or loathe him, Robbie
Savage will continue to entertain, anger and intrigue the masses for many years
to come. And isn't his hair luxurious?</div>
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SportingMaverickHallofFamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02604684272521724643noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95635462682571499.post-10266386332541243952012-09-11T10:50:00.002+01:002013-01-04T16:37:50.570+00:00Paul 'Gazza' Gascoigne<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYVrvzzhIKzx76XmpPMnW71FpiJ9g_32swdABlE7oxf0HvugIovUhAZ7L70KAm4D4q_ULMcpKZ8LONBaAZd6cBGN_9JuZ4NM7OQ1I3ehRHRUAkGZwQyQKo0cFp64z3SatyiUO1cYI1NEE/s1600/Gazza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYVrvzzhIKzx76XmpPMnW71FpiJ9g_32swdABlE7oxf0HvugIovUhAZ7L70KAm4D4q_ULMcpKZ8LONBaAZd6cBGN_9JuZ4NM7OQ1I3ehRHRUAkGZwQyQKo0cFp64z3SatyiUO1cYI1NEE/s200/Gazza.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
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<i>“If he were ordinary, he would play ordinary football. Paul
Gascoigne is an extraordinary footballer – it is hardly surprising that he is
an extraordinary man.” </i>– <b>Simon Barnes, The
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<i>“I don’t want to be rude, but I think that when God gave him
this enormous footballing talent, he took his brain out at the same time.”</i> <b>Tony Banks, Minister for Sport, 1997.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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“<i>That lad is as daft as a brush</i>.” <b>Sir Bobby Robson</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Paul Gascoigne was a one-off, probably the most talented and
loved British player of his generation. His childlike innocence, spontaneity
and recklessness delighted as much as any other sportsmen in history. For every
enthralling triumph though, there was a tragedy to match it. And more often
than not, it was one brought about by Gazza himself, and his inescapable
self-destructive nature. He enchanted fans across the world with his
footballing skills and humorous antics, but behind the perpetual grin was a
very troubled man. There is no doubt though, that Gazza remains one of the most
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Gazza started off at Newcastle United, a chubby 16 year old
Geordie lad with an irrepressible comic-strip grin and a body like a bag of
compost. As a trainee at the club, he once ‘borrowed’ Kevin Keegan’s boots to take
to school to show his mates, but lost one on the way home, spending the night
crying at the bus depot with his dad, terrified of angering his hero. It wasn’t
long before he became an established figure at the club however, playing pranks
on his team mates rather than fearing them. When new signing Mirandinha asked
Gazza to help him learn English, he was promptly sent into a chip shop armed
with the phrase “I’d like some hairy fanny, please.” Gazza also enjoyed winding
up team-mate Tony Cunningham, booking him endless series of sunbed sessions while
he was at the club. Cunningham is black, of course. Gazza once wound up hard man
Vinnie Jones so much in a match against Wimbledon that Vinnie resorted to
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Gazza’s performances on the pitch for Newcastle were
exemplary, but it was also at this early stage of his career that signs that
something wasn’t quite right with Paul began to emerge. He had first experienced
a death close to home when a brother of one of his friends was run over right
in front of him when he was a child; and when Gazza was seventeen another of
his close friends was killed in an accident. He felt partly responsible for
both deaths, and it was around his seventeenth year that Paul began to develop
various nervous tics that he was unable to shake off for the rest of his life.
He was constantly worried about his weight and the effect that carrying any
extra pounds would have on his career, but ate junk food compulsively then made
himself sick it back up. He hated being on his own, which led him to forging
his friendship with Jimmy ‘Five Bellies’, a portly Geordie who has rarely left
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Jimmy was a target
for Gazza’s pranks as much as he was a companion. During the thirty-odd years
they have known each other, Gazza has paid Jimmy to let him shoot his bare arse
with an air rifle, conned him into eating some mince pies after he had scraped
out the filling and replaced it with shit, and set him up with a ‘girl’ he knew
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Whilst Gazza’s star was rising, Newcastle appeared to be a
club in decline. Bigger clubs began making inquiries about signing him,
including Alex Ferguson’s Manchester United and Terry Venables’ Tottenham.
Gazza verbally agreed to sign for United, and Ferguson went on holiday certain
that he had acquired England’s hottest young player. While he was away however,
the spontaneous Gazza had his head turned by Spurs, who agreed to buy a house
for his parents, and he signed for them in the summer of 1988 for a £2m
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Many have speculated that had Gazza been<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9zcyi5m6yE"> taken under Ferguson’s wing and benefitted from the kind of guidance that players likeBeckham, Giggs and Scholes received</a>, he may have conquered the demons that
haunted him throughout his life and made the most of his remarkable talent. Alex Ferguson wrote in his 1999 autobiography
“It is my belief that if he had signed for United he would not have had nearly
as many problems as he had in London. I
know managing him would have been no joyride, but the hazards that went with
the talent would never have put me off...To this day I regret being denied the
chance to help him make better use than he did of his prodigious abilities.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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small entourage lived in the West Lodge Park Hotel. They were forced to leave
only a few days after arriving however, when, after a long session on the
champagne, Gazza persuaded Jimmy Five Bellies to have a skinny dip in the hotel
fish pond, in full view of the other guests. Gazza was then moved to the
Swallow Hotel, where he became so friendly with the staff that he used to sit
in when they interviewed for new employees. Not every member of staff was fond
of him though; Gazza spotted one young man round the back of the hotel in a
compromising position with a young girl, his trousers round his ankles. Without
wasting any time, Gazza fetched his trusty air rifle and shot the young man in
the arse. The story found its way into the <i>Sun.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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It was at the 1990 World Cup that Gazza cemented his place
as an international star, and endeared himself to the English public. He
maintains that his time away with the England team was some of the happiest
he’s ever had, but he was still unable to keep out of mischief with his
international pals. He was invited aboard Doug Ellis’ yacht shortly after
England’s victory over Cameroon, and following a few drinks, decided to leap on
the back of Gary Lineker’s wife Michelle, as a ‘friendly gesture.’
Understandably startled, Michelle lost her footing and the two of them tumbled
overboard. Luckily, once Gary had got over the shock of seeing a young Geordie
maniac barrel his wife into the ocean, he took the incident in good humour.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the semi-final against West Germany, Gazza’s lunge at
Germany’s Thomas Berthold earned him a yellow card. He’d already been booked
earlier in the tournament, so this one meant that should England get to the
final, they’d have to win it without him. Gazza began to cry uncontrollably on the
pitch. This display of raw emotion and passion was beamed to an audience of
millions back in England, and the nation immediately fell in love with the
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On returning home, the England team were greeted by 100,000
fans at the airport. Gazza was handed a pair of fake plastic breasts by one
fan, and of course immediately put them on. Soon Gascoigne was recording his
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In 1991, Spurs found themselves in financial trouble and
were forced to sell their best players, Gazza included. The club agreed on an
£8.5 million pound transfer deal with Lazio in Italy, just ahead of Tottenham’s
FA Cup Final game against Nottingham Forest. Gazza was determined to end his Spurs
career on a high, and found himself even more wound up than usual before the
game. After just 17 minutes of play, he scythed down Forest’s Craig Charles and
managed to shatter the cruciate ligament in his own right knee. Tottenham won
the cup, but their talismanic superstar wouldn’t play again for 16 months.
Gazza had done as much as anyone to get Spurs to the final, including <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0LZbyccHow">this sensational goal against Arsenal in the semis</a>, but he received his winners medal
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The move to Lazio still went ahead at a reduced transfer
fee; and after months of intense physio work, Gascoigne was ready for Serie A
football. He immediately endeared
himself to his new team mates, breaking the ice early on by sneaking a dead
snake into Roberto Di Matteo’s jacket pocket. According to Gascoigne’s
autobiography, Di Matteo “went apeshit.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Lazio fans also fell in love with Gazza, but it was a
different story with the Italian press, whom he ran afoul of on numerous
occasions. It began with an incident during a game against Juventus, for which
Gazza was injured, and therefore watching from the stands. TV reporters were
soon sticking cameras and microphones at him, and Gazza responded by burping
loudly into one. He didn’t realise that he was being televised live to the
nation. The belch made front pages all over the country and was even raised in
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antics. On New Year’s Eve he took his wife Sheryl to a restaurant in Rome, and
showed the waiter which lobster he wanted in their huge tank. The staff took
their time in fishing it from the tank, so Gazza, bored of waiting, dived in right
in front of the other diners. He was in his best suit, but managed to wrestle
the lobster out of the tank and take it to the kitchen. “There’s the fucker I
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In October 1992, Gazza was picked by England’s Graham Taylor
for a World Cup qualifier against Norway at Wembley. Just before the game he
was grabbed by a Norwegian TV crew and asked if he would say a few words to
Norway. Gazza grinned and said, “Yeah, fuck off Norway!” He received hate mail from
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In 1994, Gazza broke his leg in two places whilst training
with Lazio and missed over a year of football. He began to feel depressed and
homesick, so in 1995 he signed for Glasgow Rangers. As usual, he won over the
fans with his dazzling displays on the pitch and outrageous antics. On one
occasion, the referee dropped his yellow card on the pitch and Gazza snatched
it up and pretended to book him. Once the card was returned, referee Dougie
Smith promptly booked him for real. Gazza also hid three trout in team mate
Gordon Drury’s car, which he was unable to find. The smell became so bad that
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Rangers finished top of the table in Gazza’s first season
and he won player of the Year in Scotland, but these triumphs were more than
outweighed by tragedies in his personal life. He was accused of rape by a young
girl following an incident months before, while he was separated from Sheryl. She
was later found to be lying when her own friends testified against her, but the
accusations more than took a toll on Gazza as he waited for the case to go to
court. He fell into an agitated depression, drinking more and more, and began
to experience blinding headaches that he attempted to counter with obscene
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Paul’s wife gave birth to their son, Regan, in February 1996,
but Gazza had driven up to Newcastle in a drunken panic following a row with
her. He had been drinking for three days when he read in the paper that he’d
had a baby, finding out his son’s name and how much he weighed for the first
time. After two weeks of hiding away, Gazza finally went back down to the South
and met his son. The birth of Regan brought the family back together, and
mother and son joined Gazza up in Scotland. For a while, everything was going
well; he was with his family, injury free and enjoying his football. Most
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the rest of the team for their warm-up matches in Hong Kong and China.
Following their games, the teams went to a quiet bar to unwind. The night was
rounded off with Gazza doing the “dentist’s chair” - lying down on a table while
Dennis Wise and Teddy Sheringham chucked tequila and drambuie down his neck.
One of the barmen had managed to take a few photos, which were splashed all
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England had a fairly successful campaign in the tournament,
and Gazza crafted one of the most memorable goals and celebrations ever seen
against Scotland. He received the ball on the edge of the Scotland box,
artfully flicked it over Colin Hendry with his left, then smashed it past
Rangers team mate Andy Goram with his right. Gazza then skidded past the goal
line on his back, while Alan Shearer and the rest of his team mates squirted
Lucozade into his mouth, mimicking the now notorious dentist’s chair. It was a
ten second showcase of both sublime talent and playful idiocy that summed Gazza
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As with most events in Gazza’s life, these triumphs had to be matched with disaster, the catalyst being his own behaviour. In October 1996, he took his family to Gleneagles for a short break and had a blazing row with Sheryl. Gazza ended up headbutting his wife and throwing her to the floor. The next day she left with the children, insisting that she wouldn’t come back. <br />
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Gazza’s mental state began to decline quickly following this horrific incident. He started stealing painkillers from the Rangers medical room, and was labelled a “wife-beater” by fans, who taunted him relentlessly during matches. His drinking became worse and he became dependent on sleeping pills. <br />
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Shortly after the beginning of the next season, another of Gazza’s close friends, David Cheek, died in his sleep. Following his death, Gascoigne began having blackouts, drinking copious amounts and taking outrageous amounts of painkillers, sleeping pills and anti-depression tablets. Following a desperate call to Sheryl, she phoned his manager and close friend Bryan Robson. Robson immediately drove from Middlesborough to Hertfordshire, picked up Gazza and took him to the Priory. <br />
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Gazza signed for Everton, and later Burnley. He had a brief stint with Gansu Tianma, in the Chinese B-League, but the move quickly turned sour. He joined Conference North side Kettering as manager, but left after just six games and accusations of constant drunkenness. <br />
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In July 2010, Gazza unwittingly turned tragedy into farce, in what was perhaps the most bizarre moment in an already extraordinary life. Following a stand-off between police and Newcastle bouncer Raoul Moat, wanted for the shooting of three people, Gazza showed up with "can of lager, some chicken, and a fishing rod.” He claimed that he was good friends with ‘Moaty’ and would be able to help him. <br />
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Gazza clearly wasn’t a well man. He finally sought help and ended up at the Providence rehab centre in Bournemouth, where he is well looked after.<br />
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I don’t know if any of us have a right to pity Gascoigne, but one thing we should certainly do is celebrate him. He was both a footballing genius, and an extraordinary character. Gazza is what happens when you bless a man with both wonderful sporting talent and the playful naivety of a child. His displays on the pitch dazzled, but his career was blighted by injuries that allowed his demons to overcome him. His self-destructive nature harmed those around him and damaged Gazza beyond repair, but it is still impossible to forget those glimpses of magic he exhibited throughout his career. We can only hope that he manages to regain his strength and banish the personal demons that have haunted him all his life, while we honour one of England’s all time footballing greats.<br />
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SportingMaverickHallofFamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02604684272521724643noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95635462682571499.post-507760433273237832012-08-22T16:38:00.001+01:002012-12-11T23:42:51.763+00:00'Prince' Naseem Hamed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdsfe6xDbZzCFBvEXQPkxtRbtNkGNvGBJzsYzeDSWXKTpPSxOJKjlAHPNs4pVcQG1grE3Qgh_xylSQftW32qeM1z6YV7kndqqDB0tkad58t9eaZv_TLBCukxRjfZU3DBfKRhzmmSX8yM/s1600/Hamed_Naseem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdsfe6xDbZzCFBvEXQPkxtRbtNkGNvGBJzsYzeDSWXKTpPSxOJKjlAHPNs4pVcQG1grE3Qgh_xylSQftW32qeM1z6YV7kndqqDB0tkad58t9eaZv_TLBCukxRjfZU3DBfKRhzmmSX8yM/s200/Hamed_Naseem.jpg" width="193" /></a>If you’re after the brassiest and most entertaining British boxer of all time, look no further than the Prince. With his trademark leopard skin trunks and flamboyantly acrobatic ring entrances, ‘Prince’ Naseem Hamed was the ultimate crowd pleaser, dominating the Bantamweight and Featherweight divisions for a decade from 1992-2002. At a time when Amir Khan had only just begun to lace up his gloves, Prince Naz was reeling in the viewers; in 2000 at the height of his career, over 10 million Brits tuned in to watch his bout against Vuyani Bungu. <br />
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Throughout his relatively short ten year career, Prince earned a staggering £30million. In 2000 alone, he raked in £7.5m, doubling that of David Beckham – not bad considering he only fought twice. His lucrative sponsorship deals with Adidas and HBO made him one of the richest sportsmen in the world, so I suppose we can forgive him some showboating… His priority in the ring seemed to be to show his opponent up, weaving and ducking punches with a smug grin on his face like a dad playfighting with a toddler. Except this dad knocks his children out.<br />
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Naz was a show-off, 5ft 4 ½ inches of ferocious arrogance. He choreographed every exuberant entrance he made, each one more spectacular than the last. Highlights included fans being treated to the Prince entering the ring in a Chevrolet Impala, being carried in on a palanquin (poncy word for Ancient Egyptian throne) and recreating the Thriller video in a Scream mask. The entrance before his bout with Bungu has to be seen to be believed. He was suspended over the London audience on a magic carpet, like an angry Aladdin with a gumshield (except I’m pretty sure Aladdin never wore a seatbelt on his carpet), and floated over to the ring.<br />
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And if that wasn’t flashy enough, the Sheffield pugilist was greeted at ringside by none other than pop mogul Sean ‘Puff P Diddy Daddy’ Combs. But it was Naseem who was the daddy on that evening when in similarly classy style, he slapped the poor South African all over the ring, ending the fight by knockout in the fourth round, retaining his Lineal and WBO Featherweight titles.<br />
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Putting his brazen behaviour aside, there was no doubt that Naz was a fantastically talented boxer. Despite being slated for not training hard enough, he still held a record of 36-1 from 37 fights (31 wins by way of knockout) so it would be fair to say that he was as hard as Phil Mitchell on Viagra. <br />
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This fight was to be the most important of his career and one of the most poignant for a lot of boxing fans. Hamed recorded his first career loss against Barrera by unanimous decision and not only did it mean losing his <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lineal_championship">Lineal</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Featherweight">featherweight</a> championship to his arch rival, it also caused a chain reaction that saw television networks lose interest in him, sponsors give up on him and contract offers dry up. He was to fight only once more the following year beating Spaniard Manuel Calvo, but he announced his retirement shortly after. <br />
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Naz was also involved in legal battles for driving offenses that ended in him doing time at Her Majesty’s pleasure, but for us at Sporting Mavericks, we are satisfied in remembering him as one of the most entertaining exports this country has ever produced. <br />
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22-year old Eric Moussambani was listening to the radio at home in his native
Malabo, the ramshackle capital city of Equatorial Guinea. His ears pricked up
as an announcement crackled out over the airwaves: would members of the public
who wanted to try for a place in the national Olympic swimming squad please
make themselves known. Eric smiled to himself and shrugged his shoulders; he
had barely swam before in his life, but in the naively gung-ho style that would
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due to a wildcard draw that encouraged developing countries without the
resources for expensive training facilities to compete. And so Eric the Eel was
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<br />The man above doesn’t look like an Equatorial Guinean novice. He looks like a genetically engineered human torpedo. That man is Pieter van den Hoogenband. He has three Olympic golds, and was the 100m and 200m champion at the 2000 games. But you’ve most likely never heard his name before, because he was outshone by a West-African who couldn’t swim. <br /><br />Eric was obviously an Olympic swimming virgin. He’d never even seen a 50 metre pool before, but now he was in his Speedos and had access to one, nothing was going to stop him diving in and flailing about like a drowning cat in goggles until the job was done. Eric had started swimming only eight months before the Olympics, training at weekends in the river or the sea, without any coaching. His first time in a pool was in May of that year, when he splashed about in a 20m one at a hotel in Malabo. <br /><br />For most 100m swimmers, turning for the return leg is a well rehearsed and vital manoeuvre. For Eric it was a genuine surprise. Someone had managed to royally screw up translating the numbers, and Equatorial Guinea’s contender arrived in Sydney without even a proper understanding of the event he was in, thinking the 100m freestyle was a 50m race.
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Eric lined up to begin the race with two other swimmers, whose
sleek amphibian spandex could not have contrasted more with his own ordinary
Speedos ...but they were both disqualified for false starts. So this left Eric
standing on his starting block, about to compete in a race twice as long as one
he knew he wasn’t ready for, in front of the world, on his own. This is a man
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<br /><br />Faced with this impossible challenge and the prospect of more public humiliation than the whole of Youtube combined, Eric did the only thing he could. He jumped in face first. <br /><br />Eric doggy-paddled stubbornly through his first length, legs askew and arms slapping clumsily through the water. He reached the side after 40 seconds, then did what was possibly the first tumble-turn he had ever attempted in his life. This awkward twist underwater led immediately to a change in tact from Eric. He converted his stroke from “almost useless” to “almost drowning” for the return leg. The scene couldn’t have been further removed from a typical Olympian demonstration of skill; even the BBC commentator seemed certain Eric would require a rescue from the lifeguards - “Now I am convinced this guy is going to have to get hold of the lane rope...he doesn’t look like he’s going to make it.”
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<br /><br />Needless to say, Eric didn’t qualify. He didn’t nearly qualify. He barely even survived the race and made it out of the pool. In a sport defined by tenths of a second, Eric came in at over double the world record. But he did finish the race, managing a time of 1minute 52.72 seconds, and exhibited a degree of bravery not seen since <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVT-NK_c6LU">Graeme Souness planted a Galatasary flag in the middle of the Fenerbahce pitch in 1996</a>. His performance remains a powerful reminder, in this hyper-professionalised world of sport, of the power of the novice to inspire hope in the lives of the ordinary. <br /><br />Eric has since vastly improved, cutting his own 100m freestyle record down to 57 seconds. Now aged 34, he is an IT engineer and coaches the Equatorial Guinea national swimming team in their new Olympic sized swimming pool.
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SportingMaverickHallofFamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02604684272521724643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95635462682571499.post-75828828314404477142012-08-08T22:58:00.001+01:002012-08-08T22:58:45.110+01:00Robbie Fowler<br />
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players in the history of Liverpool FC. He remains the fourth-highest
goalscorer in Premier League history and holds the record for the League’s
fastest ever hat-trick, scored in a sensational four minutes and thirty-three
seconds for Liverpool against Arsenal in 1995. He notched 183 goals in total
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Throughout the mid-to-late 90s, Robbie was considered the best natural finisher in England. Even famously crusty Graeme Souness had this to say about the prodigal young striker – “He had…a unique eye for goal. He could conjure them from nothing. I would put him right up there with Ian Rush as one of the greatest poachers.” <br /><br />Robbie was one of the “Spice Boys”, the generation of Liverpool players characterised by their playboy lifestyles, hard drinking and antics off the pitch. Robbie and his comedy sidekick Steve McManaman loved playing silly pranks on their team mates, and even went so far as to cut up football boots belonging to team hard man Neil ‘Razor’ Ruddock. The duo also bought a pair of racehorses and named them “Some Horse” and “Another Horse”, apparently to make the race commentator “sound daft.” <br /><br /><div>
Robbie’s playful nature often got him in hot water with his manager and the press however. There was a time where Robbie faced a huge amount of taunting from Everton fans that claimed he was a drug abuser – it even got to the point where the word “Smackhead” was daubed in ten foot letters over his mother’s house. Robbie reacted to the false accusations by furiously smashing home a penalty against the Toffees then sprinting over to the touchline and pretending to snort it like it was the world’s biggest line of Bolivian marching powder. After the game, manager Gerard Houllier quickly pulled an excuse out of his bum and told the press that Robbie was simply “doing a Cameroonian grass-eating celebration he learnt from Rigobert Song.” Robbie came clean however, and was handed a four match ban along with a £60,000 fine. <br />
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Robbie is also remembered for one of the most refreshing displays of honesty ever seen in a sport plagued with melodramatic divers and embarrassing histrionics. During a game against Arsenal in 1996, Robbie appeared to have been tripped in the box by Arsenal keeper David Seaman and was awarded a penalty. Robbie immediately protested to the ref, admitting that he hadn’t been fouled and the penalty shouldn’t stand. The referee, obviously incapable of processing the notion of a footballer not trying to cheat, awarded the penalty anyway. Robbie stroked it tamely at Seaman, who unfortunately wasn’t able to hold on to it before Liverpool’s Jason McAteer rifled it into the net. Still...the thought was there. Fowler won a UEFA Fair Play award for this display of sportsmanship.
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Robbie had an unfortunate falling out with hapless Liverpool manager Gerard Houllier, who bullied writers at the Liverpool Echo into criticising him in an attempt to turn fans against their hero. Robbie left the club where he’d become a legend, and went to play for both Leeds United and Man City, before returning to Liverpool to a hero’s welcome in 2006. He also managed some successful seasons in the twilight of his career at Australian clubs North Queensland Fury and Perth Glory. <br /><br />Robbie is also a shrewd businessman, and was listed in the Sunday Times Rich List as being worth around £30 million, with a property portfolio of around eighty houses. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Andrew ''Freddie'' Flintoff is the first entry from the world of Cricket into the Sporting Maverick Hall of Fame. Not only is Fred one of the best 'all rounders' England has ever produced but he also had the unique ability to inspire every young cricketer and their dad at the same time. Whilst every boy and girl wanted to 'bowl and hit the ball as hard as Freddie' he inspired fathers up and down the land who wanted to 'hit the booze as hard as Freddie'...a feat that not many would be able to match.<br />
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Instead, Fred can now be seen strutting his stuff on Morrisons adverts, is a team captain on Sky1's Sports show 'A League of their own' and also holds 15 Guinness World Records in aid of Sport Relief. He has started the 'Flintoff Foundation' in aid of charity - some may think his outlandish days are behind him but these efforts just reflect the nature of the man.<br />
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The closest to the 'old boozing Fred' in the public eye is that he can often be seen hosting groups of VIPs in private bars at England test matches holding a pie and a beer....<br />
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That was the closest until a month ago when he had one sharpener too many once again at a Sky party and openly remarked to a journalist that his Sky colleague and former Test Cricketer, Michael Atherton was a 'C*nt, he's a f*cking c*nt, there's no love lost there'.<br />
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<br />SportingMaverickHallofFamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02604684272521724643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95635462682571499.post-22929984622260071712012-08-08T12:05:00.000+01:002012-08-08T16:10:39.928+01:00Usain Bolt<br />
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fastest man to ever walk the planet but simultaneously as laid back as Garfield
the Cat on a Sunday afternoon. King of the Sprint, Usain Bolt, retained his
100m title at the London Olympics, laughing in the face of his doubters. He achieved
a new Olympic record time of 9.63 seconds and cemented his place in sporting
history. It was also the second fastest time ever, behind his own world record set
in Berlin in 2009. And he maintains that he was “only 95% fit”. Not bad for
someone feeling a bit peaky... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the impossible in a way that appears almost effortless, and his blasé attitude
towards the magnitude of these achievements is what we’ve all grown to love. In
his record breaking 100m win at Beijing 2008, Bolt was so far ahead of the pack
that he had enough time to slow to a light jog, beat his chest in celebration, and
send a text to his mum to tell her he’d nailed it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Even his name
denotes his swagger and panache. ‘Bolt’ seems almost custom-made for his speed and
his charismatically chilled out image. The enigmatic Jamaican has multinational
brands scrapping to use him in their campaigns. He currently earns $20million a
year and is set to earn even more now he has added to his Olympic gold stockpile.
His signature ‘lightning bolt’ pose after each of his races has fans mimicking
him around the world. What his sponsors have realised is that everyone wants to
be this man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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though he can do no wrong. Usain prepares for an Olympic final race by waking
up at midday, chomping on a box of chicken nuggets, having a little go on Call
of Duty then making his way to the packed stadium. Following a dip in his
performances in May, Bolt blamed ‘burning the candle at both ends’… and everyone
seemed to completely understand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">This guy
loves a party and has been spotted countless times skanking the night away in
various hotspots all over the globe, never seeming fazed about his coaches
finding out. Even though he’d insisted there would be no celebrations until
after his final race in this year’s Olympics, he posted a picture on Twitter of
him toasting his gold medal win with the Swedish Women’s handball team. Because
Usain Bolt can do what he wants.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The Jamaican speed
demon crashed his BMW just weeks before the 2009 championships in Berlin,
needing an operation on his foot. He was out of training for almost a month in
order to recover but still went on to break three world records at the event.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">After all he has
achieved on the track; you wouldn’t think that Bolt is thinking too much about
quitting athletics. That said, he continually hints at wanting to play football
for Manchester United. He claimed that if Sir Alex Ferguson came calling he’d
find it ‘impossible to say no’. I suppose he already has one foot in the door
as a coach, he even gave pre season sprint training to Cristiano Ronaldo before
his move to Real Madrid! He couldn't be worse than Heskey, anyway...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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discipline, Bolt comes across as that guy at school who we all wanted to be
like. Good at sport, popular with everybody and a physique that rivals that of a
Greek God; this guy has it all- and then some. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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reasonably wealthy parents. He became a world-renowned tennis player, but it is
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board the Titanic on its doomed maiden voyage in April 1912. After the ship
collided with an iceberg, instead of searching frantically for Kate Winslet for
“one last sketch” like most of us would have done, Richard actually went about rescuing
his fellow passengers. With the boat slowly sinking, Richard and Charles came
across a steward trying to pry open a cabin door. Without stopping to think,
Richard lowered his shoulder and smashed through the door, freeing the
terrified passenger trapped inside. The steward, in an outrageous display of
jobsworthiness, then threatened to fine him for destroying White Star Line
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father were plunged into the freezing water. Charles was lost in the wreckage
but Richard was able to swim to a badly damaged lifeboat, which he clung to for
hours with thirty other passengers. One desperate man asked Richard if he could
hold on to his neck for support; and Richard obliged for nearly an hour, until
he felt the grip loosen as the man sank to his icy grave. By the time the crew
of the RMS Carpathia had found the damaged lifeboat, only eleven passengers
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hypothermia and two worryingly purple and lifeless legs. Fearing that gangrene
would set in, the doctor recommended that the legs be amputated immediately.
Richard refused, and for the rest of the four days it took to get to New York, he
stumbled around the deck almost non-stop and in complete agony, in an attempt to
restore the circulation. This tactic worked, and Richard was swinging his
racket again after only a few weeks. His legs were permanently discoloured by
the five hours they spent in the freezing water, but I’m sure he didn’t mind
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Championships in 1914 and 1916, a Wimbledon doubles champion in 1920 and became
an Olympic Gold Medalist in the mixed doubles in 1924, whilst playing with a
sprained ankle. He was inducted into the International Tennis Hall of Fame in
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SportingMaverickHallofFamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02604684272521724643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95635462682571499.post-42795325786710956302012-07-19T11:51:00.002+01:002012-08-09T16:19:01.514+01:00Duncan Ferguson<br />
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Knowing this, you certainly wouldn't want to take this man on would you?! Well this was certainly what one young chap from Liverpool was thinking back in 2001 whilst he was breathing through a hose for three days in Royal Liverpool Hospital. The man and his friend had decided that they would try and burgle Ferguson's house in Formby. Unlike most would do, Ferguson decided to 'confront' the pair which consequently led to one man fleeing the scene after seeing his accomplice left a bloody mess after Ferguson's had given him a few Glasgow kisses.<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Johnson was a phenomenal fighter, redefining the art of boxing with a style that would be recognised by some of the greatest fighters that followed. He won the heavyweight title from Tommy Burns in December 1908, after stalking the Canadian fighter around the world and taunting him in the press for a fight for two years. After he became champion, racial animosity ran so deeply that the media openly pined for a “Great White Hope” to come forward to beat him, and set the ethnic hierarchy back to its natural order. Former champion James J. Jefferies accepted a reputed $120,000 to come out of retirement to fight Johnson, simultaneously satisfying both the white masses and fans of alliteration. Johnson completely dominated the "Fight of the Century" against the older man, knocking Jefferies down twice for the first time in his career. Jefferies’ corner threw in the towel in the 15<sup>th</sup> round to avoid a complete knockout on his record.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Johnson spent time as a jazz musician, Chicago nightclub owner, stage actor, dock worker, coral fisher, bullfighter, volunteer secret agent in World War I for the US government and as a beer salesman. He was a legendary eater and drinker, and spent time in Russia downing vodka shot-for-shot with Rasputin. Johnson was a doer, there’s no doubt about it – he even had the balls to deliver a speech on sportsmanship and fair play to the KKK. Fascinated by fast cars and racing, Jack was once pulled over for speeding and told to pay a fine of $50, a very large sum at the time. He pressed a crisp $100 dollar bill into the officer’s hand and told him to keep the change, as he was going to make the return trip even faster.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It should be noted that nothing in the previous paragraph was a joke. All of these things actually happened. The man was actually a bloody bullfighter! Jack’s sex life was equally as impressive. High profile women he was romantically linked with included Moulin Rouge star Mistinguette, German spy Mata Hari, and sex symbols Lupe Velez and Mae West.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In 1913 Jack was convicted of violating the Mann act by “transporting women across state lines for immoral purposes”, despite the fact that the incidents in question took place before the Mann act was passed, the woman in question was his future wife and the accused was the greatest sporting maverick the world had ever seen.While in prison, Jack eschewed violent gang rape in the showers, preferring to spend his time smoking, drinking and inventing a new type of spanner, which he patented in 1922. The patent drawings of which can be found <a href="http://inventors.about.com/od/wstartinventions/ss/wrench.htm">here</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So next time you struggle pathetically to assemble some Swedish flat-pack furniture, think about how that spanner in your hand may have been invented by Jack Johnson, former heavyweight champion of the world...whilst in prison. And try and stop yourself climbing into the IKEA box to have a little cry.</span></div>
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<br />SportingMaverickHallofFamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02604684272521724643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95635462682571499.post-62028474507740165972012-07-11T22:43:00.000+01:002012-07-31T00:36:56.335+01:00Dwight Eversley Yorke<br />
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Dwight Eversley Yorke was born in 1971 in Tobago, to a poor
family, the eighth of nine children. At just 15 years old he left the Caribbean
for Aston Villa, before joining Manchester United in 1998. His goals helped
United win the Premiership three times, along with the FA Cup and Champions
League. Dwight also enjoyed spells at Blackburn Rovers, Birmingham City, Sydney
FC and Sunderland. He also holds the record for number of participations in
different World Cups (including qualification) with six, for Trinidad and
Tobago. He formed a phenomenal striking partnership with Andy Cole at Man
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It is for his prolific form off the pitch, however, that
Dwight is perhaps best known for. His notorious womanizing became the stuff of
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In 1998 following Dwight’s £12.6m move from Aston Villa to
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in the Sun newspaper. Unfortunately for Dwight, the tape was not <i>Home Alone 2, </i>but one of a lively orgy
involving him, former team mate and fellow sporting maverick Mark Bosnich, four
drunken girls and a transvestite. Highlights of the film included Bosnich being
whipped by one leather-clad blonde, whilst Dwight made vigorous love to her
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This episode ushered in a golden era of sexual escapades for
the man Alex Ferguson described as “the boy who gave me all this grey hair.”
Premiership footballers taking advantage of the hordes of loose women willing
to service them is nothing new, but what set Dwight apart was his playful and excessively reckless approach to bedding
these ladies. In 1999, he convinced a young lady he met in a nightclub that he
was a local postman. “People were coming past and saying hello to him, and he
said it was because he delivered their letters. He seemed a lovely bloke,”
young Lin Eastwood of Greater Manchester confessed following their encounter.</div>
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Dwight used to take these women back to his enormous
waterbed covered with black silk sheets that he referred to himself as his ‘altar
of love’. He also had a chrome pole beside it that he claimed supported his
television but also “looked suspiciously like one a poledancer would use”, as
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Dwight’s most well known relationship was of course with
Katie Price, who once claimed that he “had the extra inches, but the chemistry
between us wasn’t that strong.” Jordan gave birth to a son, Harvey, who is both
blind and autistic. Dwight disputed paternity until he was proven to be the
father following a DNA test, and was heavily criticised by the media at the
time for his lack of support for Katie and his son. He shared his side of the
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By George OdlingSportingMaverickHallofFamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02604684272521724643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-95635462682571499.post-62209305416693826012012-07-11T19:50:00.003+01:002012-08-08T16:17:02.150+01:00Paolo Di Canio<br />
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many words that can describe the Italian. Charismatic, charming, outspoken to
name a few, however, one word best associated with Paolo is maverick. Not only
has his life been peppered in controversy but it has also been glittered with
brilliance. In England there are two distinctive incidents that reflect this –
on the one side his sublime mid-air scissor kick, one of the most glorious
goals in Premier League history; and on the other a cringe worthy shove on
referee Paul Alcock resulting in a hefty fine, an 11 match ban and a
self-imposed exile to the streets of Rome to avoid the press! His life and
career has involved bust ups with some of the best managers in the game; Trapottoni, Capello and…Glenn Roeder! He once
caught the ball during a game when he could have scored earning him the 2001
FIFA Fair Play Award, however, FIFA may have lived to regret the decision as Di
Canio celebrated with Lazio Fans with a Fascist right wing salute! He is indeed a self-proclaimed right winged fascist but this hasn’t stopped him
taking the reins at mighty Swindon Town leading them to promotion from League 2 in his first season. He has graced the
top leagues in Italy and England with his elegance and passion and ever since
he was called ‘lard-ball’ for being fat during his schoolboy years he hasn’t
looked back. A fan’s favourite and a manager’s nightmare, Paolo will continue
to entertain and speak his mind for years to come. </span></div>
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