And so this kite is gaining height And gathering momentum There’s such reward to play abroad That no-one can prevent ‘em. The Asian pound is lying ‘round, Just dyin’ to be collected And money talks – it yells and squawks – And can’t be disrespected. Game thirty nine, the boys opine Will garner muchos dollars […]

Too long we’ve been sitting here on our own, Waiting for a hero to pick up the phone. (ooh) A match in Croke Park can become a bad dream, People think we have a world-beating team. Great expectations can lead to a fall Playing’gainst Cyprus and drawing two all Joe Trapattoni’s waiting, talking Italian (talking […]

In Torshavn they’ll be singing, St. Magnus bells a-ringing, As they toast the triumph of the Viking will. In the deep Ghanaian heat, They did not have one defeat, As the Pharoahs beat the Cameroon one nil. In the stormy North Atlantic, Sure, the craic will be gigantic, As they celebrate their footballing sensations. Up […]

Crikey, Mr. Bikey, did you snap in the heat? A dedicated medic, you despatched from his feet. Red-carded and regarded as a bit of a buffoon, Crikey, Mr. Bikey, you let down Cameroon. What madness caused this badness ‘neath the tropical sun? Ghana, no banana skin, you had the game won. Clock ticking, they were […]

Their goalie barely sees the ball, The team’s so forward-driven, But in their hist’ry few recall A keeper like Shay Given. Their centre backs can read the ball And spot the midfield runner, But few would have the wherewithal Of someone like the Dunner. They’ve players who can spread the ball Like all great players […]