Ireland International manager’s job
The Football Association of Ireland, currently leaderless, and without a manager for their International football team, have engaged ex Northern Ireland International team manager, Bryan Hamilton, as Consultant / Headhunter.
He has been busy assessing prospective candidates.
Among the job seekers : Clik the mouse! I sent in a job application, as far back as November, so assuming that it didn’t get thrown out with the Xmas cards, I’m expecting to hear from Mr Hamilton shortly.
A shortlist of six was announced today. Present on that list were :
Kenny Dalglish, Bryan Robson, Blank Stapleton, Brian Kerr and Philippe Troussier. A sixth place was left for a mystery candidate. The press currently speculate that it could be for either Peter Reid or George Burley.
But I’m hoping that Mr Hamilton wants to keep an ace up his sleeve, and I fit the bill perfectly!
Here is my job application :
13 November 2002
To the Acting Secretary General / Chief Executive
FAI
80 Merrion Square
Dublin 2
Dear Sir,
I would like to apply for the vacant position of Manager of the football team of Ireland, following the resignation of Mick McCarthy.
Although I am a mouse, I have a wide experience of football and feel I have a variety of qualities that will make me a potential candidate for the job.
The position of Irish football manager would seem to be an exacting task, but I am well used to working on a treadmill, and putting my shoulder to the wheel.
In today’s increasing media glare that surrounds such a job, you’ll find I’m a great one for cheesy sound-bites.
I can make myself at home in any location. Also, I am currently developing my football administration skills at
www.footballpoets.org
I may squeek like Alan Ball
But I’ll answer Erin’s call
I may be as shy as Paul McGrath
But I’m ready to lead the boys far
I am as cultured as Liam Brady
There’ll be no dealings shady
The presence of Dustin the turkey
May make muddy waters murky
But my application to Merrion Square
Is all above board and without compare
And when I lead the team to dizzy heights
I’ll be ever ready, with the cheesy sound-bites!
Yours sincerely,
Clik the mouse
Dustin the Turkey : an old friend of Zig and Zag. Dustin runs for every top job going in Ireland. He often places very well in the political polls. Was once a serious candidate for President of Ireland.
The FAI face some conundrum :
Kenny Dalglish, or Clik the mouse?
Tough choice!
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5th December 2022 at 8:11 pm
Stuart, you are not alone, in your dichotomy of doubt
but without dissention
you stand alone
in hogging our attention!
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16th November 2022 at 11:04 am
[Football on soiled turf]
This is a wonderful phrase which I shall be using from now on!
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15th November 2022 at 3:54 pm
Well said Crispin. One of the reasons for The Ball 2022/23 is exactly this – that FIFA need to know. The Ball is essentially a petition to FIFA to honour their commitments to the UN Sports for Climate Action Framework. They signed up; they should act. The Qatar tournament takes the World Cup in the opposite direction to that commitment. And 2026 looks like it’ll be even worse.
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8th November 2022 at 2:06 pm
Hi Guys
Re ‘Lets Boycott Qatar ‘ poem
You probably hate me banging on..and problably know (like me) that my/your not watching the World Cup in Qatar will make no difference.
Of course it won’t. That’s not the point.
OK someone might possibly eventually publish a minimal drop in terrestrial TV viewer numbers, but I fear that is unlikely.
But please above all, do go on writing poems about the World Cup, as/you we have always done. I hate to think a poem or two of mine might l make you feel bad about comenting on a game or country …or that I’ve put you all off about wanting to contribute.
So we’d love to hear from you and read your thoughts and observations, as ever on what’s going on.
Some of us have been here since Football Poets website birth/inception for the Euros 2000 ….
All my best wishes
Crispin
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18th October 2022 at 10:06 am
Shoot! (Something we’ve also been screaming in vain at our team all season !)
Great memories Joe . Before Shoot, it was Roy of the Rovers comic too, dropping through my letterbox.
Anxiously waiting each week to see if they survived in the mexcian jungle after an ambush..or a pre-season earthquake!
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3rd October 2022 at 8:32 pm
Thanks for the kind words Sharon. Yes, it was a shame with Billy Shako, but with five subs now being allowed, he might yet make it off the bench. Even if it’s just a cameo to close out a poem.
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2nd October 2022 at 1:49 pm
John, your new book is an absolute delight and more please. It’s a shame ‘Swapping Shirts With Shakespeare’ never made it off the bench, but quality football poets light up the writing fields like Roman candles. Go well.
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4th September 2022 at 12:42 pm
Great memories Greg. Took me right back.
Today I stand on a small terrace in the hills where I live watching Forest Green Rovers in L1, and keep up with Chelsea on highlights. It’s a far cry and a world away from those times when I lived as a child within walking distance of ‘The Bridge’ – just off the Ifield Road, which led to Fulham Road. The Blues were rubbish for so long, but we loved them and somehow we stayed in the old First Division for so many seasons. And of course we got to see Greavesie at his impudent best, scoring goals for fun. Mad unpredictable games where we’d score 4 and let in five.
The looming floodlights in the dark and mist on magic night games. The big games when the ground heaved.
I don’t think we ever realized how magical and incredible it was back then. The atmosphere and arriving there so early – like you said.. just to make sure you got in. Back when Bovril, tea and cake and roasted peanuts for sixpence a back were just about all on offer.
Good times.
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4th September 2022 at 12:37 pm
see above
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18th August 2022 at 10:20 am
To put it politely!
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