Hunting bunting I’ve been out searching frantically for bunting but seemingly I’ve left it far too late. In every store, I’ve been reduced to grunting when shop assistants tell it to me straight. All I wanted was to decorate the little patch of land my house is fronting, but sadly, I had too much on […]

And so, days before a major Finals, an Irish midfielder breaks ranks, skips past the despairing lunge of a thick-skulled manager, and runs to the arms of the press, complaining about training. Quite unprecedented, of course. Oh, Aiden, ask poor Kevin Foley if he thought training was too draining. I’m sure the Black Sea in […]

The crowd’s collective roar made the paper planes soar, some crashing into the stand, others reaching the pitch and landing smoothly, which elicited a big hand. How they circled and soared, our long-held dreams on board before coming in to land! Defying all the odds, we sit up with the gods and sing loud that […]

Estonia – the name fills us with dread and makes the path ahead stonier. We leave, armed with scarf, voice, hope and rattle to do battle in Estonia. The chill of winter grips the barren land and throttles the fair begonia. Will we too wilt on the frozen mire or light a fire in Estonia? […]

Fifteen years? It cannot be since Goughy took an early bath and Shelbourne’s long Cup Final path seemed sure to end in misery. Is it really all those years since Shero’s most audacious chip righted Shelbourne’s listing ship and wiped away my young son’s tears? Can it really be so long since Goughy kept St […]