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Big Rab Douglas was walking down the street one day when he heard
screams from a nearby building. He looked up to see smoke
billowing from a fourth story window with a woman leaning out
holding a baby.
'Help, help!' she screamed, 'I need someone to catch my baby!'
A crowd of onlookers had gathered, but no one was confident of
catching a baby dropped from such a great height. Puffing his
chest out, Big Rab stepped forward.
'I'm the Celtic keeper,' he shouted to the woman,' famous for my
safe hands. Drop the baby, for me it will be like catching a
ball.'
And with that he adopts the classic goalie's stance - legs apart
and slightly bent at the knees, body slightly bent forward at the
waist and with his arms stretched downwards at a slight angle
away from his body, with palms facing forward.
'OK!' screams the woman. 'I'll trust you. I've no choice! Here
she comes!' So, with the flames roaring all around her, the woman
throws the baby from the window. However, the edge of the baby's
shawl catches on the woman's watch with the result that the child
goes spinning off to one side, tumbling head over heels and with
her little arms and legs flailing.
The woman screams and the crowd gasps, all sure that the baby
will perish because she will fall out of reach of the man.
Rab remains motionless as the child descends, spinning and
tumbling further and further away from him as she comes. Then
when the baby is only feet from hitting the ground Rab dives a
full 30 feet across the pavement, catches the baby in his
outstretched right hand, pulls her in towards his chest and
shields her body with his left hand and arm.
The crowd erupts with cheers and the woman, still in danger
herself, nearly faints with relief. Douglas, still clutching the
child to his chest in his right arm, waves to the crowd of
onlookers to acknowledge their appreciation.
Then, slowly and gracefully, he turns away from them, bounces the
baby twice on the ground, and kicks her 60 yards down the road.
(Big Rab Douglas was walking down the street one day when he heard
screams from a nearby building. He looked up to see smoke
billowing from a fourth story window with a woman leaning out
holding a baby.
'Help, help!' she screamed, 'I need someone to catch my baby!'
A crowd of onlookers had gathered, but no one was confident of
catching a baby dropped from such a great height. Puffing his
chest out, Big Rab stepped forward.
'I'm the Celtic keeper,' he shouted to the woman,' famous for my
safe hands. Drop the baby, for me it will be like catching a
ball.'
And with that he adopts the classic goalie's stance - legs apart
and slightly bent at the knees, body slightly bent forward at the
waist and with his arms stretched downwards at a slight angle
away from his body, with palms facing forward.
'OK!' screams the woman. 'I'll trust you. I've no choice! Here
she comes!' So, with the flames roaring all around her, the woman
throws the baby from the window. However, the edge of the baby's
shawl catches on the woman's watch with the result that the child
goes spinning off to one side, tumbling head over heels and with
her little arms and legs flailing.
The woman screams and the crowd gasps, all sure that the baby
will perish because she will fall out of reach of the man.
Rab remains motionless as the child descends, spinning and
tumbling further and further away from him as she comes. Then
when the baby is only feet from hitting the ground Rab dives a
full 30 feet across the pavement, catches the baby in his
outstretched right hand, pulls her in towards his chest and
shields her body with his left hand and arm.
The crowd erupts with cheers and the woman, still in danger
herself, nearly faints with relief. Douglas, still clutching the
child to his chest in his right arm, waves to the crowd of
onlookers to acknowledge their appreciation.
Then, slowly and gracefully, he turns away from them, bounces the
baby twice on the ground, and kicks her 60 yards down the road.
watashi-wa Evenin'!,
Tue 16 Mar 2004, 10:11,
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jesus thats so old!I remember hearing that joke told about IIRC a chelsea keeper called Peter Bonetti back in the 70s!
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Tue 16 Mar 2004, 10:13,
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In which casethat "joke" is more than likely older than me
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Prof UnderCover evitable,
Tue 16 Mar 2004, 10:14,
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