We seem more sinned against than sinning, For they smite us when we’re winning, And we’re grinning all the way To three more points. Our opponents end up crying, For the red cards keep on flying – No denying that we play With aching joints. Four league games, four dismissals, Matches rife with urgent whistles, […]

‘Tis strange what the gods in their heaven dictate When the penalty shoot-out decides cruel fate. When the opposition player we all love to hate Walks from the halfway line with swaggering gait, Ignoring the sudden and deafening spate Of jeering and catcalls we try to create, Which never show signs that it might soon […]

The palm leaves were laid at our feet As we rode into Monaghan town. Hosannas were fulsome and sweet, Though they promised that they’d take us down. Our bodies were shaking in fear, Our blood seemed to freeze in our veins. Our angel refused to appear And Satan laughed loud at our pains. And then […]

The Thoroughbreds were confident as Shels rode into town, Upon a night that threatened, though the reins did not come down. They scored a controversial goal, the linesman stud his ground We called the ref an awful foal and curses did abound. But Dermot’s half-time team talk was enough to stirrup things Although he bridled […]

The hours I do in work Often drive me quite beserk. They are not “football-friendly,” so to speak. Sure they help to pay the rent, But their awkwardness has meant I cannot follow Shelbourne every week. So when matchday comes around And I am absent from the ground, (A part-time fan, to my undying shame.) […]