FLUFFY fingered farmers are pampering their dairy cows with massages and comfy mattresses to produce better tasting milk.
Some spoilt herds are being tucked up each night on three inches of soft rubber and sawdust while some are lucky enough to get a WATER bed.
And for a special treat, farmers are even installing special MASSAGE equipment into the sheds belonging to their Frisian friends.
And farmers say all the pampering gives the milk better TASTE.
The barmy sounding moo-ves are part of the ‘Caring Dairy’ initiative set up by ice-cream maker Ben and Jerry’s.
They believe paying special attention to animal welfare makes the cows “happier” and prolongs their normally short lives.
Happy
Dutch dairy farmer Nancy Vermeer whose 80 strong herd supplies milk to the ice-cream giant from her Wapse farm, in the east of the Netherlands, said: “The cows have to be happy. If they’re not, they won’t give milk.
“Our cows used to lie on concrete but now they have mattresses made of soft rubber with a covering of sawdust which they prefer.
“Water beds are available but these can be very expensive.
“If a person is unwell their breath can smell, so I personally think you can taste the difference in the milk of a happy cow.
"It tastes sweeter.”
Neighbouring farmer Robert Welhuis has a personal masseuse on hand for his herd in the form of a thick bristled brush which cost Euros 1500.
“I’ve had it about a year and the cows really like it,” he said.
“They like to give themselves a scratch behind the ear.
“It keeps their skin in good condition, they pass back and fourth along the brushes which is like a massage for them.”
And even the boss agrees the initiative is worthy of a PAT on the back.
Ben & Jerry's co-founder, Jerry Greenfield said: “Comfy cows are happy cows.”
Some spoilt herds are being tucked up each night on three inches of soft rubber and sawdust while some are lucky enough to get a WATER bed.
And for a special treat, farmers are even installing special MASSAGE equipment into the sheds belonging to their Frisian friends.
And farmers say all the pampering gives the milk better TASTE.
The barmy sounding moo-ves are part of the ‘Caring Dairy’ initiative set up by ice-cream maker Ben and Jerry’s.
They believe paying special attention to animal welfare makes the cows “happier” and prolongs their normally short lives.
Happy
Dutch dairy farmer Nancy Vermeer whose 80 strong herd supplies milk to the ice-cream giant from her Wapse farm, in the east of the Netherlands, said: “The cows have to be happy. If they’re not, they won’t give milk.
“Our cows used to lie on concrete but now they have mattresses made of soft rubber with a covering of sawdust which they prefer.
“Water beds are available but these can be very expensive.
“If a person is unwell their breath can smell, so I personally think you can taste the difference in the milk of a happy cow.
"It tastes sweeter.”
Neighbouring farmer Robert Welhuis has a personal masseuse on hand for his herd in the form of a thick bristled brush which cost Euros 1500.
“I’ve had it about a year and the cows really like it,” he said.
“They like to give themselves a scratch behind the ear.
“It keeps their skin in good condition, they pass back and fourth along the brushes which is like a massage for them.”
And even the boss agrees the initiative is worthy of a PAT on the back.
Ben & Jerry's co-founder, Jerry Greenfield said: “Comfy cows are happy cows.”
Clinton's tears as wife backs Obama
BILL Clinton choked back tears as he watched wife Hillary finally surrender the Democratic Presidential ticket to Barack Obama.
The former American leader, 62, struggled with his emotions as he watched his hopes of a return to the White House die.
Wife Hillary formally threw her weight behind her rival for the top job in a passionate speech in Denver, Colorado.
And the 60-year-old ordered her 18 million supporters to back Senator Obama for the White House in the November 4 general election. In an emphatic endorsement of the man who ended her White House dream, she said: “Obama is my candidate and he must be our President.
“I ask all of you who worked so hard for me and contributed so much, to work as hard for Barack Obama in the next few months.”
Obama, 47, was finally nominated last night as the Democratic Party’s presidential candidate.
It came after former first lady Mrs Clinton called for the roll call of votes to be suspended after an hour and for Mr Obama to be nominated by acclamation.
She said she was acting “in the spirit of unity” and urged supporters to put aside any ill feeling towards Obama.
Polls have revealed that many Clinton fans — still smarting over her defeat and Obama’s choice of Joe Biden over Hillary as his running mate — had planned to plump for the Republican candidate John McCain.
Mrs Clinton, given a standing ovation as she took centre stage at the convention, delivered what political analysts called the “biggest speech” of her career.
She urged delegates to remember marines who have served their country, single mums, families living on the minimum wage and other struggling Americans.
She added: “We need Barack Obama and Joe Biden in the White House.”
And she also tore into 71-year-old challenger McCain. She fumed: “No way. No how. No McCain.”
Last night, Bill Clinton took his turn on the Denver stage to pledge his own support for Obama. He joked that he didn't like the challenge of following his wife's speech on Tuesday. But the last Democrat president soon got into his stride and provided a strong message of support for the Illinois senator's campaign.
He attacked George Bush's presidency, laying into the Republican record in the last eight years and said "America can do better than that. Barack Obama WILL do better than that."
More than 90,000 people will pack Denver’s Invesco Stadium to hear Obama’s keynote speech tonight on the 45th anniversary of Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” address that ignited the US civil rights movement.
THREE men suspected of a race-hate plot to kill Barack Obama were so high on drugs they thought he was staying in their hotel.
Police sources said the “meth-heads”, arrested with sniper rifles and military gear, believed he had checked into their hotel, which costs £120 a night.
Cops now believe there was no credible threat and it was just “racist ranting”.
The former American leader, 62, struggled with his emotions as he watched his hopes of a return to the White House die.
Wife Hillary formally threw her weight behind her rival for the top job in a passionate speech in Denver, Colorado.
And the 60-year-old ordered her 18 million supporters to back Senator Obama for the White House in the November 4 general election. In an emphatic endorsement of the man who ended her White House dream, she said: “Obama is my candidate and he must be our President.
“I ask all of you who worked so hard for me and contributed so much, to work as hard for Barack Obama in the next few months.”
Obama, 47, was finally nominated last night as the Democratic Party’s presidential candidate.
It came after former first lady Mrs Clinton called for the roll call of votes to be suspended after an hour and for Mr Obama to be nominated by acclamation.
She said she was acting “in the spirit of unity” and urged supporters to put aside any ill feeling towards Obama.
Polls have revealed that many Clinton fans — still smarting over her defeat and Obama’s choice of Joe Biden over Hillary as his running mate — had planned to plump for the Republican candidate John McCain.
Mrs Clinton, given a standing ovation as she took centre stage at the convention, delivered what political analysts called the “biggest speech” of her career.
She urged delegates to remember marines who have served their country, single mums, families living on the minimum wage and other struggling Americans.
She added: “We need Barack Obama and Joe Biden in the White House.”
And she also tore into 71-year-old challenger McCain. She fumed: “No way. No how. No McCain.”
Last night, Bill Clinton took his turn on the Denver stage to pledge his own support for Obama. He joked that he didn't like the challenge of following his wife's speech on Tuesday. But the last Democrat president soon got into his stride and provided a strong message of support for the Illinois senator's campaign.
He attacked George Bush's presidency, laying into the Republican record in the last eight years and said "America can do better than that. Barack Obama WILL do better than that."
More than 90,000 people will pack Denver’s Invesco Stadium to hear Obama’s keynote speech tonight on the 45th anniversary of Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” address that ignited the US civil rights movement.
THREE men suspected of a race-hate plot to kill Barack Obama were so high on drugs they thought he was staying in their hotel.
Police sources said the “meth-heads”, arrested with sniper rifles and military gear, believed he had checked into their hotel, which costs £120 a night.
Cops now believe there was no credible threat and it was just “racist ranting”.
We made it look like Hiroshima
APACHE helicopter gunship co-pilot Ed Macy has written the first account of the war in Afghanistan from the cockpit of the deadliest attack ’copter ever built.
Yesterday we told how he won the Military Cross in an incredible battlefield rescue.
In Day Two of our exclusive serialisation of his book, Apache, Ed describes a daring attack on the Taliban deep behind enemy lines.
Adapted by Defence Editor TOM NEWTON DUNN.
THE forward air controller gave us the cue we had been waiting for.
Behind me, Carl gave us speed and height.
Within seconds our two Apaches were neck and neck, climbing to attack height at max chat of 120knots an hour, our Hellfire missile-laden machines invisible against the desert’s black night sky.
I shifted forward in the gunner’s front seat and hunched over the PlayStation-style weapons grips, my index fingers over the two red triggers. Bring it on.
It was a phenomenal mission for us — the only deep raid in the Army Air Corps’ 50-year history.
We’d be on our own over enemy-held territory. If we were shot down, we were alone. That just added to the adrenalin rush.
The Marines had taken a pasting from the Taliban in the three months since they’d arrived in southern Afghanistan. We were going to give a bit back.
The target was a reception area in Helmand for all the Taliban new recruits that came in from Pakistan.
From there they were sent forward to attack British troops further north.
Sprawled across a canal bank, the complex consisted of three large rectangular buildings surrounded by huts.
It was a lynchpin on the Taliban’s main supply route — and we were going to cleave it in two.
The mission was controversial. We were hitting the place cold and firing the first shots, which we very seldom did.
Effectively it was a mass assassination of the 50 estimated Taliban middlemen and recruits inside.
An American bomber would open the show, dropping four 2,000lb bombs and six 500-pounders — an incredible five tonnes of explosives — all at once.
Then we would mop up.
It was made clear to us that no buildings were to be left standing and no people left alive.
We began our run-in on the target as the bombs fell.
Click below to see Apache unleash Hellfire missile.
The biggest explosion I had ever seen was played out in silence. We couldn’t hear a thing in our sound-proofed cockpits.
Trigger and Billy banked away from us.
Trigger opened up with his 30mm cannon, squeezing off two bursts of 20 rounds each.
The second was on target, throwing a sentry around like a rag doll until he slumped motionless.
We circled the complex and I scoured through the smoke and dust for any sign of movement.
The trees were stripped of their branches and star-shaped scorch marks covered the earth.
The living quarters on the southern edge of the target and a large L-shaped building had disappeared.
But a small outbuilding was still standing. I flicked the weapons select switch with my left thumb to missiles.
On my TV screen I lined up the crosshairs on to the apex of the building’s front wall and pulled the left trigger to let the Hellfire loose while steadily controlling the laser beam with my right thumb on a mini joystick to guide it all the way in.
Carl gave the usual running commentary. “Missile off the rail, it’s away, Ed. Missile climbing. Missile levelling off now . . .
Missile coming down . . . Good hit, mate.”
The building’s heavy walls collapsed, bringing the roof down with them.
A little guardhouse not far from it was still standing so I dropped that with another £80,000 Hellfire.
Fist
Trigger came on again, cool as a cucumber. “Leaker, running east. Engaging with cannon.” He was in his element.
The cannon round that hit the guy powered through his back and out of his chest, leaving a hole the size of a clenched fist.
He was the last man left on the site — it had been totally sanitised.
A spy plane spotted Taliban leakers running into a compound 150 yards east. We moved on to it.
I caught one of the runners out in a field, moved the crosshairs on to him and gave him a burst of 20. His running days were over.
Then three rapid Hellfires from me and three more from Trigger flattened all the compound’s six buildings.
The spy plane had another target for us 200 yards north.
I picked up a series of shapes on my infra-red camera.
Five men stood in a group against the compound wall. One had a rocket-propelled grenade.
A moped was on its stand in front of them. Thirty yards away a donkey flicked its tail. We needed to nail them before they got busy with the RPG. Carl pointed the nose directly at the target.
Our anti-personnel Flechette rockets were just the job.
Containing 80 five-inchtungsten darts that flew at 2,460mph, they created a huge vacuum behind them and destroyed everything within a 50 yard spread.
The darts were some piece of work. If one hit a man in the chest it would go straight through and suck out most of what was inside.
If one passed within four inches of a person the vacuum was powerful enough to tear flesh and muscle from bone. Four bright orange flashes erupted on alternate sides of the Apache, whipping past our windows, while four black dots closed in on the centre of the crosshairs on my TV screen.
On the way to their target the rocket cradles broke up and released the darts at near hypersonic speed.
Two seconds later 320 searing pinpricks blossomed across the north-east corner of the compound.
I fired another four rockets, then four more — just to make sure.
We flew over the compound. The moped was in pieces and the RPG launcher broken, its warhead still in place.
Where the five men had been there were blobs of white heat sources galore across the ground and spread over the back wall, but none in recognisable human shape.
Scanning left, I found a larger heat source still standing. The donkey had escaped unscathed but the five men had been shredded.
There were no more leakers, the place was finally silent.
I checked the clock, 4.54am. Between the two helicopters we’d put down 12 Hellfires, 12 rockets and 360 cannon rounds, an Apache record for one sortie. We’d been fighting solidly for 32 minutes. And we were almost out of combat gas.
Dawn was breaking. I looked out of my right-hand window as we passed back over the training complex.
It was only then that I realised the full extent of the devastation we’d caused.
It looked like the old pictures of Hiroshima. The earth was still smouldering, the wisps of battlefield smoke hung low in the chill morning air.
Delighted
The huts we’d Hellfired were mounds of darkened rubble. The 2,000 and 500 pounders had reduced everything else to powder.
Forty-eight hours later the full battle damage assessment for the mission came through.
It was better than anyone could have hoped. The strike was estimated to have killed up to 130 enemy, more than double the initial projection.
Three of their senior commanders were among the dead and intercepts from across the Pakistan border revealed urgent discussions among the Taliban leadership to restructure their southern command.
The enemy were s****ing themselves and they didn’t know where or how hard we’d hit them next . . . which was exactly what we wanted.
The generals in London were delighted with the raid.
Happiest of all, though, were the hundreds of young Marines of 3 Commando out defending the platoon houses and district centres across Helmand province.
For once we hadn’t acted in self-defence, but given the enemy a really good, hard offensive kick where it hurt — right in the Taliban’s b*******.
t.newtondunn
Yesterday we told how he won the Military Cross in an incredible battlefield rescue.
In Day Two of our exclusive serialisation of his book, Apache, Ed describes a daring attack on the Taliban deep behind enemy lines.
Adapted by Defence Editor TOM NEWTON DUNN.
THE forward air controller gave us the cue we had been waiting for.
Behind me, Carl gave us speed and height.
Within seconds our two Apaches were neck and neck, climbing to attack height at max chat of 120knots an hour, our Hellfire missile-laden machines invisible against the desert’s black night sky.
I shifted forward in the gunner’s front seat and hunched over the PlayStation-style weapons grips, my index fingers over the two red triggers. Bring it on.
It was a phenomenal mission for us — the only deep raid in the Army Air Corps’ 50-year history.
We’d be on our own over enemy-held territory. If we were shot down, we were alone. That just added to the adrenalin rush.
The Marines had taken a pasting from the Taliban in the three months since they’d arrived in southern Afghanistan. We were going to give a bit back.
The target was a reception area in Helmand for all the Taliban new recruits that came in from Pakistan.
From there they were sent forward to attack British troops further north.
Sprawled across a canal bank, the complex consisted of three large rectangular buildings surrounded by huts.
It was a lynchpin on the Taliban’s main supply route — and we were going to cleave it in two.
The mission was controversial. We were hitting the place cold and firing the first shots, which we very seldom did.
Effectively it was a mass assassination of the 50 estimated Taliban middlemen and recruits inside.
An American bomber would open the show, dropping four 2,000lb bombs and six 500-pounders — an incredible five tonnes of explosives — all at once.
Then we would mop up.
It was made clear to us that no buildings were to be left standing and no people left alive.
We began our run-in on the target as the bombs fell.
Click below to see Apache unleash Hellfire missile.
The biggest explosion I had ever seen was played out in silence. We couldn’t hear a thing in our sound-proofed cockpits.
Trigger and Billy banked away from us.
Trigger opened up with his 30mm cannon, squeezing off two bursts of 20 rounds each.
The second was on target, throwing a sentry around like a rag doll until he slumped motionless.
We circled the complex and I scoured through the smoke and dust for any sign of movement.
The trees were stripped of their branches and star-shaped scorch marks covered the earth.
The living quarters on the southern edge of the target and a large L-shaped building had disappeared.
But a small outbuilding was still standing. I flicked the weapons select switch with my left thumb to missiles.
On my TV screen I lined up the crosshairs on to the apex of the building’s front wall and pulled the left trigger to let the Hellfire loose while steadily controlling the laser beam with my right thumb on a mini joystick to guide it all the way in.
Carl gave the usual running commentary. “Missile off the rail, it’s away, Ed. Missile climbing. Missile levelling off now . . .
Missile coming down . . . Good hit, mate.”
The building’s heavy walls collapsed, bringing the roof down with them.
A little guardhouse not far from it was still standing so I dropped that with another £80,000 Hellfire.
Fist
Trigger came on again, cool as a cucumber. “Leaker, running east. Engaging with cannon.” He was in his element.
The cannon round that hit the guy powered through his back and out of his chest, leaving a hole the size of a clenched fist.
He was the last man left on the site — it had been totally sanitised.
A spy plane spotted Taliban leakers running into a compound 150 yards east. We moved on to it.
I caught one of the runners out in a field, moved the crosshairs on to him and gave him a burst of 20. His running days were over.
Then three rapid Hellfires from me and three more from Trigger flattened all the compound’s six buildings.
The spy plane had another target for us 200 yards north.
I picked up a series of shapes on my infra-red camera.
Five men stood in a group against the compound wall. One had a rocket-propelled grenade.
A moped was on its stand in front of them. Thirty yards away a donkey flicked its tail. We needed to nail them before they got busy with the RPG. Carl pointed the nose directly at the target.
Our anti-personnel Flechette rockets were just the job.
Containing 80 five-inch
The darts were some piece of work. If one hit a man in the chest it would go straight through and suck out most of what was inside.
If one passed within four inches of a person the vacuum was powerful enough to tear flesh and muscle from bone. Four bright orange flashes erupted on alternate sides of the Apache, whipping past our windows, while four black dots closed in on the centre of the crosshairs on my TV screen.
On the way to their target the rocket cradles broke up and released the darts at near hypersonic speed.
Two seconds later 320 searing pinpricks blossomed across the north-east corner of the compound.
I fired another four rockets, then four more — just to make sure.
We flew over the compound. The moped was in pieces and the RPG launcher broken, its warhead still in place.
Where the five men had been there were blobs of white heat sources galore across the ground and spread over the back wall, but none in recognisable human shape.
Scanning left, I found a larger heat source still standing. The donkey had escaped unscathed but the five men had been shredded.
There were no more leakers, the place was finally silent.
I checked the clock, 4.54am. Between the two helicopters we’d put down 12 Hellfires, 12 rockets and 360 cannon rounds, an Apache record for one sortie. We’d been fighting solidly for 32 minutes. And we were almost out of combat gas.
Dawn was breaking. I looked out of my right-hand window as we passed back over the training complex.
It was only then that I realised the full extent of the devastation we’d caused.
It looked like the old pictures of Hiroshima. The earth was still smouldering, the wisps of battlefield smoke hung low in the chill morning air.
Delighted
The huts we’d Hellfired were mounds of darkened rubble. The 2,000 and 500 pounders had reduced everything else to powder.
Forty-eight hours later the full battle damage assessment for the mission came through.
It was better than anyone could have hoped. The strike was estimated to have killed up to 130 enemy, more than double the initial projection.
Three of their senior commanders were among the dead and intercepts from across the Pakistan border revealed urgent discussions among the Taliban leadership to restructure their southern command.
The enemy were s****ing themselves and they didn’t know where or how hard we’d hit them next . . . which was exactly what we wanted.
The generals in London were delighted with the raid.
Happiest of all, though, were the hundreds of young Marines of 3 Commando out defending the platoon houses and district centres across Helmand province.
For once we hadn’t acted in self-defence, but given the enemy a really good, hard offensive kick where it hurt — right in the Taliban’s b*******.
t.newtondunn
Liverpool in £300m stadium setback
FEARS were growing last night that the building of Liverpool FC’s new football stadium will be put on hold for 12 months because of the credit crunch.
Work on the proposed £300million project on Stanley Park — just 300 yards from the club’s Anfield home — was due to begin early next month. It was set to open in 2011.
But the financial climate has hit the club — captained by England’s Steven Gerrard — and its American owners, Tom Hicks and George Gillett.
The new venue — a 60,000 all-seater stadium with plans to increase it to 73,000 — got the green light when full planning permission was granted in June.
Initial preparatory work got under way. But fans at their first home game of the season last week were surprised to see no obvious signs the serious building was about to begin.
A section of Stanley Park — used as a car park for fans — has been cordoned off yet remains untouched.
The cost of initial stages of construction is £60million, which was included in the package when the Americans bought the club for £350million 18 months ago.
If they had to borrow again, the credit situation means banks will almost certainly expect them to put up at least a third deposit of the construction costs.
Both Yanks — especially Hicks — have also endured a rough time from fans, since they admitted approaching Jurgen Klinsmann to replace Rafa Benitez as manager last season.
Reds chief executive Rick Parry said: “I have heard whispers but you will need to ask the owners.”
Work on the proposed £300million project on Stanley Park — just 300 yards from the club’s Anfield home — was due to begin early next month. It was set to open in 2011.
But the financial climate has hit the club — captained by England’s Steven Gerrard — and its American owners, Tom Hicks and George Gillett.
The new venue — a 60,000 all-seater stadium with plans to increase it to 73,000 — got the green light when full planning permission was granted in June.
Initial preparatory work got under way. But fans at their first home game of the season last week were surprised to see no obvious signs the serious building was about to begin.
A section of Stanley Park — used as a car park for fans — has been cordoned off yet remains untouched.
The cost of initial stages of construction is £60million, which was included in the package when the Americans bought the club for £350million 18 months ago.
If they had to borrow again, the credit situation means banks will almost certainly expect them to put up at least a third deposit of the construction costs.
Both Yanks — especially Hicks — have also endured a rough time from fans, since they admitted approaching Jurgen Klinsmann to replace Rafa Benitez as manager last season.
Reds chief executive Rick Parry said: “I have heard whispers but you will need to ask the owners.”
Channon hurt as pal dies in crash
FORMER England soccer star Mick Channon was in hospital last night after a motorway smash which killed one of his best pals.
Mick — now a top racehorse trainer — was airlifted to hospital suffering from broken ribs, a punctured lung, a broken arm and a fractured jaw.
He was a passenger in a silver Mercedes which careered off the M1 and smashed into a concrete pillar. His 15-year-old son Jack was also hurt and driver Tim Corby, a racing agent, died.
Mick’s elder son Michael, 33, said his father had a “tough old night” in the intensive care unit at Queen’s Medical Centre in Nottingham.
Video producer Michael added: “We have been out of our wits worrying about our own family. But as for the Corbys, our hearts really go out to them.
“Tim was a friend of Mick’s for over 30 years. Mick is absolutely devastated.”
He said Mr Corby left wife Sheila and daughter Adriana, and went on: “Mick’s heart goes out to them.”
Mick, 59, and Jack were returning with Tim, 63, to their West Ilsley stables in Berkshire after attending a horse sale in Doncaster, South Yorks, when they crashed near Kegworth, Leics.
As he waited for surgery to pin bones and wire his jaw, his horse Woolston Ferry won yesterday’s 4.50 at Lingfield.
In 1976 Mick helped second-tier Southampton sensationally beat Manchester United 1-0 in the FA Cup Final. He scored 229 goals for the south coast side and played 46 times for England.
Sue Harding, spokesman for his stables, said: “Mick and Jack are both more or less the same. Jack has a punctured lung. He won’t be coming out for a while.”
She said Mick’s wife Jill Channon had rushed to hospital to be with the pair.
Trainer Brendan Powell said: “Tim was a lovely guy. His knowledge of bloodlines and the business was brilliant. There was nobody better.”
Mick — now a top racehorse trainer — was airlifted to hospital suffering from broken ribs, a punctured lung, a broken arm and a fractured jaw.
He was a passenger in a silver Mercedes which careered off the M1 and smashed into a concrete pillar. His 15-year-old son Jack was also hurt and driver Tim Corby, a racing agent, died.
Mick’s elder son Michael, 33, said his father had a “tough old night” in the intensive care unit at Queen’s Medical Centre in Nottingham.
Video producer Michael added: “We have been out of our wits worrying about our own family. But as for the Corbys, our hearts really go out to them.
“Tim was a friend of Mick’s for over 30 years. Mick is absolutely devastated.”
He said Mr Corby left wife Sheila and daughter Adriana, and went on: “Mick’s heart goes out to them.”
Mick, 59, and Jack were returning with Tim, 63, to their West Ilsley stables in Berkshire after attending a horse sale in Doncaster, South Yorks, when they crashed near Kegworth, Leics.
As he waited for surgery to pin bones and wire his jaw, his horse Woolston Ferry won yesterday’s 4.50 at Lingfield.
In 1976 Mick helped second-tier Southampton sensationally beat Manchester United 1-0 in the FA Cup Final. He scored 229 goals for the south coast side and played 46 times for England.
Sue Harding, spokesman for his stables, said: “Mick and Jack are both more or less the same. Jack has a punctured lung. He won’t be coming out for a while.”
She said Mick’s wife Jill Channon had rushed to hospital to be with the pair.
Trainer Brendan Powell said: “Tim was a lovely guy. His knowledge of bloodlines and the business was brilliant. There was nobody better.”
Is going topless the breast?
EVER dreamt of doing a topless shoot only to have a last minute hang-up about what your fella would think?
Even with the breast of intentions, some boyfriends may feel melon-choly by seeing other guys eyeing up their lady's amazing assets.
However help is at hand for buxom beauties all across the UK in the shape of MY Sun.
The bra-vellous users on MY Sun's Page 3 Idol forum are discussing the DD-ilemmas facing many curvy cuties who want to expand their horizons.
Durham lass Leamariew is a model student on the subject: "My boyfriend took time off work to take me all over for shoots.
"I was more proud of having him beside me pushing me to do my dream than anything else.
"I wouldn't have got where I was if it wasn't for him."
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Even with the breast of intentions, some boyfriends may feel melon-choly by seeing other guys eyeing up their lady's amazing assets.
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Durham lass Leamariew is a model student on the subject: "My boyfriend took time off work to take me all over for shoots.
"I was more proud of having him beside me pushing me to do my dream than anything else.
"I wouldn't have got where I was if it wasn't for him."
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100 illegals in Brit rape quiz
HUNDRED men hoping to sneak into the UK as illegal immigrants were being quizzed last night after a British journalism student was gang-raped in France.The girl was savagely attacked while investigating a notorious shanty town called The Jungle, set up on the outskirts of the Channel port of Calais.
She had been taking photographs and conducting interviews at the slum camp in wooded sand dunes and was assaulted after being invited into one of many makeshift huts.
No one attempted to help, despite her shouts and screams.
Hunted
At least six men are being hunted by French cops.
The sickening attack on the 31-year-old London-based student happened on Tuesday night.
According to a police source her attackers were men who had agreed to talk to her.
She had travelled to France to highlight problems of illegal immigration as part of a college project.
Hundreds of men desperate to reach Britain are living rough in squalor on the French coast.
A local police spokesman said: “She appeared to be working alone, which was clearly a very dangerous thing to do.
“We fear the men she was reporting on attacked her in the wood where they were staying.”
The Boulogne-sur-Mer prosecutor’s office said: “There are refugee huts in the wood. She was taking a photograph of a group of migrants when one of them asked her to look at something else.
"She followed him inside one of the cabins, and that’s where it happened.”
Locals in Calais described seeing the petite brunette earlier on Tuesday, taking her own photographs and working alone.
Father Jean-Pierre Boutoille, of the refugee charity C’Sur, said: “There are lots of journalists, including students, who come here to get to the heart of what’s going on, to write reports and produce films.
“When reporters contact us, we always ask to accompany them. We know the refugees as we see them every day.
“We would never allow a young female in this wood, especially not at night. On Tuesday we did not receive any requests for assistance, and nor did any other charities.”
It appeared last night that one man actually raped the girl. But others may face charges of aiding him, or failing to help the victim.
An 18-year-old Afghani called Jalil told The Sun: “The police have been here and taken a lot of people away.
“They said six men attacked a girl from England.”
Some men being quizzed by French detectives had tried to board ferries and trains to England yesterday.
Detectives took the victim, who cannot be named for legal reasons, to a charity soup kitchen in the centre of Calais in the hope she might recognise her attackers there.
She sat in the back of a police car for more than an hour as hundreds of migrants, mainly from Afghanistan and Iraq, collected free meals.
But a source close to the investigation, said: “It is a very difficult and delicate situation.
“Police understand that the victim has been through the most horrendous ordeal. But they have to work fast if they are to catch the culprits.
“The attackers don’t have any reason to hang around — they could go anywhere.”
The Canadian-born victim was still with police last night and has postponed her return to Britain.
Ordeal
The British consul general in Lille confirmed that the woman was a student at a London journalism school.
It is estimated that around 1,000 people live rough in a disused industrial zone a short walk from Calais ferry port.
The fly-infested camps house young men waiting for a chance to cross the Channel in the back of a lorry or sneak on to a ferry.
They are supported by local charities, since a newly-elected council in Calais refused to provide them with permanent accommodation.
The town became a magnet for immigrants in the late 1990s, following the opening of the controversial Sangatte refugee centre, now closed.
In 2005 a gang of would-be immigrants was implicated in the rape of a resident of Oye-Plage, near Calais.
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