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Ever imagined what a Sherlock Holmes meets World Cup scenario might look like? Believe it or not, something remarkably close actually unfolded in 1966, starring Geoff Hurst, Bobby Moore and a scrappy mixed breed collie named Pickles.
On March 20, 1966, just four months before the world's greatest soccer tournament was set to begin on English soil, the World Cup trophy was brazenly stolen right from under the Metropolitan Police's watch. What followed was a sensational investigation complete with a ransom note, an undercover sting operation and an arrest — yet the golden trophy remained nowhere to be found.
Anxiety mounted with each passing day as the Jules Rimet trophy stayed missing. The Football Association (FA) even quietly hired silversmith George Bird to craft a replica, fearing the original might never be recovered.
Then a hero emerged — one with four legs and a keen nose — who sniffed out the trophy in the most unlikely of spots, bringing the case to a close before it could cast a dark cloud over the 1966 World Cup.
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The story begins with a seemingly straightforward request: the FA was invited to put the Jules Rimet trophy on display at the Stanley Gibbons Stampex exhibition, titled "Sport with Stamps," held at Methodist Central Hall in Westminster.
The trophy, appraised at £3,000, was to be placed alongside rare stamps estimated to be worth around £3 million as the exhibition's centrepiece display.
Then-FIFA President Stanley Rous approved the request, but laid out strict security conditions. He required a trusted firm to transport the trophy to Methodist Central Hall, where it would be stored in a locked case under around-the-clock supervision. He also took out £30,000 worth of insurance on it.
Despite all of Rous's careful planning, the actual security detail guarding the Jules Rimet trophy was not maintained at all hours. Gaps in coverage — especially when the exhibition was closed — made it relatively straightforward for a thief to force entry through the back, grab the trophy and disappear.
Strangely, the culprit left the valuable stamps completely untouched and walked away with only the golden trophy.
The Investigation Begins
It was a profound embarrassment that someone had pulled off such a brazen theft without the Metropolitan Police noticing a thing — and in broad daylight no less, somewhere between 11 a.m. and 12:10 p.m., while a church service was taking place on the floor directly below.
Officers rushed to build a case, but had precious little evidence to go on. Complicating matters further were two conflicting descriptions of the suspect that investigators had to piece together.
A ransom note soon offered a breakthrough. FA chairman Joe Mears received a letter reading, "Dear Joe Kno doubt you view with very much concern the loss of the World Cup ... To me it is only so much scrap gold. If I don't hear from you by Thursday or Friday at the latest I assume it's one for the POT."
The writer, who signed off as "Jackson," demanded £15,000 for the trophy's return. Disguised as Mears's assistant, Detective Inspector Len Buggy headed to Battersea Park carrying a briefcase stuffed mostly with newspapers to rendezvous with the thief.
However, the suspect spotted a police vehicle lurking nearby and bolted, only to be apprehended shortly after. The man's name was Edward Betchley, but he turned out to be nothing more than an intermediary. The trophy was not in his possession at all.
Pickles to the Rescue
The trail went cold until the pivotal morning of March 27. David Corbett stepped out of his home with his dog Pickles, planning to use the phone box across the road to ring his brother before taking the beloved collie for a stroll.
Along the way, Pickles began nosing around a suspicious package near a neighbour's parked car. The bundle was wrapped in newspaper and tied with string, tucked into some nearby bushes.
"I picked it up and it's quite heavy, though not very big; it wasn't a spectacular cup," Corbett later recalled to FIFA.
"At the time the IRA (Irish Republican Army) were at large, so I personally thought it was a bomb. So I put it down. Picked it up, put it down again. Then curiosity took hold. I tore a bit off the bottom and there was a plain disc. Then I tore around and there was Brazil, Germany, Uruguay. I ran back in and said to my wife: 'I think I've found the World Cup!'"
Corbett brought the trophy to Cannon Row police station, where he promptly became the investigation's chief suspect. It was, after all, a seemingly unbelievable coincidence that his dog had just happened to stumble upon the stolen World Cup right outside his own home.
Yet Corbett was eventually cleared of any suspicion, and almost instantly, he and Pickles were celebrated as World Cup heroes.
What Happened Next?
The press simply couldn't get enough of Pickles. The dog shot to fame virtually overnight, appearing on television programmes and landing a role in the film The Spy With a Cold Nose. He was also awarded a medal by the National Canine Defence League (now known as the Dogs Trust) and earned a year's worth of complimentary dog food.
Corbett, who pocketed a £5,000 reward for returning the trophy, was more than happy to enjoy the spotlight — though he did confess to cringing with embarrassment when Pickles relieved himself on the elevator doors at the hotel hosting England's World Cup winners' banquet, to which they had both been invited.
And yes, England did go on to lift the World Cup that summer, beating West Germany 4–2 in extra time. Hurst etched his name in history as the first player to score a hat-trick in a World Cup final — a record that stood for 56 years until Kylian Mbappé matched the feat for France against Argentina in 2022.
England captain Moore lifted the Jules Rimet trophy high four months after Pickles famously sniffed it out — with the beloved dog on hand to share in the team's historic celebration.
The collie died just a year later, but his legacy as the dog who rescued the 1966 World Cup lives on as a cherished piece of English football folklore.