MAN’S BEST FRIEND TO THE RESCUE... It was in the spring of 1966, when England misplaced the World Cup. Not metaphorically misplaced, but physically stolen while on public display at Westminster Central Hall. The Jules Rimet Trophy, small, golden, and mythically important, vanished, leaving behind an empty case and a profound sense that the nation had somehow failed a test it had not realised it was sitting. This was awkward, because England was hosting the tournament in a few months. The papers filled their columns with indignation, suspicion, and a large quantity of speculative frothing. Someone, somewhere, had the World Cup. And that someone was not England. Enter Pickles. Pickles was not, as heroes often are, tall, brooding, or burdened with destiny. Pickles was a dog. A scruffy little mongrel with a nose calibrated for intrigue and a worldview that began and ended with interesting smells. He lived with his owner, David Corbett, in South London. One evening whilst going for a walk, Pickles detected something amiss. Not criminal as such, dogs are not big on jurisprudence, but wrong in a textural, olfactory sort of way. Newspaper. Cold metal. A whiff of human panic. He investigated, tugged, insisted. Corbett followed, perhaps assuming they had found a sandwich, or a cat. Instead, there it was: the World Cup trophy, wrapped in newspaper. Despite weeks of police investigation, the greatest prize in sport was discovered by a dog. Pickles became famous overnight. Not just local news famous, but properly famous. Photographs, television appearances, ceremonial dinners. He received a medal and a year’s supply of dog food. Meanwhile, England went on to win the World Cup that summer, hoisting the very trophy Pickles had retrieved, as if the universe were gently insisting on narrative coherence. He died in 1967, having lived long enough to attend banquets and be serenaded by gratitude. He left behind no memoirs, gave no interviews, and made no attempt to monetise his brand. Which is perhaps the most heroic thing of all. Mr Alexander In 1966, when football had finally come home to English shores, disaster struck after the famous Jules Rimet trophy was stolen in London. Mr Alexander tells the story of how England’s blushes were spared by a dog called Pickles, who saved the World Cup by knowing his onions. © Vitalii Kliuiev | Dreamstime.com 11
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