The Footy Mumble: Heskey shirtless, a Klose 'Hand of God'

Zidane headbutt immortalised

Remember the 2006 World Cup final between Italy and France? Zidane headbutts Materazzi, gets a red card and Italy win.

Of course you remember.

But that ain’t enough in France apparently, with a statue now commemorating the moment that shocked a billion fans all over the world.

What next, we wonder. Jose Mourinho poking Tito Vilanova?

Dad bets on son, wins 10000 pounds

Many English fathers claim their son will play for Manchester United one day. Nothing new about that.

Mike Tunnicliffe bet a 100 pounds on his son Ryan to make it, when he was just 9 years old!

And with odds of 100-1, he became richer by 10000 pounds last night!

My Dad betting a 100 pounds on me? Ya right!

Heskey shirts sold out in Australia

Emile Heskey, after being rejected by English clubs this summer despite being a free agent (what a surprise!), moved to Newcastle Jets this summer.

What does surprise is that he has become an instant fan favorite!

Not only have club shirts bearing his name sold out and forced a new order to be placed, his arrival has also led to a 1000 more fans joining the club!

Talk about pulling a rabbit out of the hat.

Klose scores with hand, tells ref!

In this new age of football where divers and actors rule, it is hard to find players who are honest, at least openly.

Miroslav Klose showed there were still a few gentlemen left in ‘the beautiful game.’

Scoring a goal by mistake with his hand, and following immediate protests by Napoli players, Klose admitted the handball and got the goal disallowed.

Hats off to Klose from the Mumble. Are you watching this, Mr. Henry?

Walcott returns for Arsenal

Theo Walcott finally started a game for Arsenal this season, and immediately scored two goals.

The last winger who switched to being a striker for Arsenal, left just a year later, and we all know who that is (Hint: He is 29 years old, and plays for Manchester United).

And now that Walcott wants to be striker, we know what’s coming, don’t we?