When the Germans visit Dublin, There’s always such a buzz. The atmosphere is bubblin’, If not for them, for us. But apathy’s in fashion, The atmosphere was flat. Keane’s miss evoked no passion. We merely shrugged at that. For us the game scarce mattered, Since we went down to the Czechs Our dreams now crushed […]

Let’s all pause a moment and pray for poor Dida, So cruelly cut down by a vile interceder. A thundering blow to the back of the neck – No wonder the goalie’s a comatose wreck. Such violence has seldom been seen on the box, Since Ali hunched up and took Foreman’s fierce knocks. The men […]

I may be poor and on the dole And just play a supporting role, But, Lord I savour every breath, Escaping from the jaws of death. Our football oft does not inspire Attendances to creep up higher, Yet back in March we truly thought We’d have no Shelbourne to support. Each o’erhit cross and mis-hit […]

I’m a rinky-dinky manager And Eamonn gives out stink. My heinous crime (He says) that I’m So full of rinky-dink. I’ve searched the Oxford Diction’ry And followed ev’ry link, But cannot find This term defined – Oh, what is rinky-dink? I’m a rinky-dinky manager, Unlike, say, Gus Hiddinck Who, people say, Does not display An […]

(Czech Republic 1 Ireland 0) With a hint of regret, We watched the sun set, As we flew out of Dublin last night. The seats were so narrow They squashed up my marrow, But sure, ‘twas a very short flight. And back on the ground At Girona, we found We’d but ten miles of driving […]