Andy Capp by Reg Smythe for October 11, 2022

Back when I was a little guy playing peewee soccer (or football as it’s called internationally), I sat at the bench when all of a sudden the ball got kicked into my gut. That’s when I decided to give up on the sport.

I won’t say Chalkie was embarrassed but it looked like he lost face on that one!

apparently the striker is good with round targets only

Who’s the guy sitting next to Andy? I don’t know his name but his face rings a ball…

At least it wasn’t a Hockey-Puck. I’ve seen those go flying in strange directions from time to time.

That’s why he’s new — to their team.

An unusual “BIFF!” in today’s strip. “BIFF!” is usually part of a fight cloud.

Good grief!! Where did Chalkie’s head go???

But he can knock your teeth out. And your friends.

Here, Chalkie, let me help you to the pub. You’ll feel better after you buy us a couple of pints…

Clearly, a toe kicker.

Sounds like a lot of NFL place kickers this year.

He couldn’t count his chickens with the broad side of a barn. He couldn’t hit his horse with a barn. He couldn’t yell, “hey, close the barn door, the horses will get out!” He couldn’t play banjo.

Andy: See my point!

Wow a full-on face shot! And then it gets hit with the ball!

interesting story bound to come up on trivia night.

Colorist must have used his daily allowance of purple to color the scarves, no purple suits in sight although the gent in the background wears one that is close-possibly a denim jacket and trousers.

“There’s always some six-fingered bustard that couldn’t hit a cow in the t*t with a tin cup.” – John Wayne in The Shootist (1976)

Not many people know this:

When I was a child, I was whacked in the face by a football in the school playground and ever since then I’ve been scared when I see somebody kicking a ball around near me.

xxx

OUCH! Chalkie should have ducked. Could be worse. At least it wasn’t an archery tournament.