vooduchikn (Voodu - Chicken) Sometimes pronounced Voo-dush-kin by those not in the know.
In 1993 our soccer team made it to the finals in our local Navy intramural league. We were playing an unbeaten team that had a skill level way above ours. They were rough, mean, and downright un-sportsman like...right down to the coach. We figured we would give it our best, as everyone else had done and we were down 2 points at the half and down a player on the field due to a red card.
At the half we decided we would not go out without a fight and we took it to them in the second half. The game was tied 6-6 by the dying seconds of the game, a shoot out was obvious. I saw the ref had his whistle in his mouth and was checking his watch. Our fullback took the goal kick for our keeper (who ended up having 2 broken fingers as we found out later..he had been stepped on) and the ball made it to me just on the other side of the other teams half. It bounced one time and I took it on the half-volley with my right foot (I'm a lefty) and caught it just perfect. It hovered above the dirt about 1 foot above the ground for 35 yards. The ball was screaming and wasn't spinning..it was just still, but traveling through the air at an insane pace. It went right past the keeper who just stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face. I have never been able to duplicate that shot or technique since.
The final score was 7-6 us.
The other teams coach came across the field screaming, yelling, and cussing demanding to know what "Black magic witchcraft worshiping Voodoo Chicken god" we had prayed to during half time that allowed us to wreck his perfect season"
Next season most of us returned and when I got my jersey with my number, it had Vooduchikn instead of my name on it. It kinda stuck and I have hung on to it since. I had the name on my jersey up until last year when I had to stop playing at age 36 due to injury. I still use it on Xbox and other forums.
And yes, we smoked them again the following season.