You use the salt cellar, the vinegar jar, to try and explain what this football is all about, but it doesn’t much matter how earnest you are, it’s still very probable she’s going to fall about. But still you continue, avoiding profanity but she can’t understand what there is to enthral about. Then, in her […]

You’ll bear your cross, Pep, your albatross, Pep. You had your chance but went for Bundesliga dross, Pep. So adios, Pep. It is your loss, Pep, your loss because, Pep, you blew your dream of being the Shelbourne boss, Pep. You wanted more, Pep, but what’s in store, Pep? What hope when you have built […]

Alas, poor football; once I loved him well when I was in my prime and full of hope but now I hear the tolling of the bell. From Roker Park to Maine Road and the Dell, he’d sink a dram with misanthrope and pope. Alas, poor football; once I loved him well. The volume of […]

Dear, oh dear, that was humiliating. That really wasn’t very good, I fear. Reus and Őzil bossed us, made us feel we were imposters and the mauling dished out cost us dear, oh dear. Jesus Christ, now that was an embarrassment as through our ranks they effortlessly sliced. They were standing round and joking, some […]

I’ve never been an ambitious sort of person – half a loaf is better than no bread. 4-0 thumpings do not leave me cursin’, 1-0 victories do not turn my head. I don’t expect we’ll challenge for the title – mid-table coffee has a lovely smell. The only thing that I consider vital is that […]