With the season almost over, all eyes will turn to the World Cup in Brazil. Of course, Ireland won’t be there and the selection of Seamus Coleman and Andy Reid in their respective teams of the year is yet another indictment of Giovanni Trapattoni’s philosophy as Irish manager. They also make a mockery of the argument that we don’t have ball-players.
The first YBIG Football Show of 2014 with host Dave O’Grady looks ahead as Martin O’Neill gets set to name his squad for the Serbia friendly next month. There’s also analysis of Wes Hoolahan’s woes at Norwich, talk of Andy Reid, and a preview of the Euro 2016 draw.
Noel King has shaken up the Irish squad by recalling exiled Andy Reid, Kevin Doyle, Darron Gibson, and Celtic’s Anthony Stokes in his selection announcement for the final qualifiers against Germany and Kazakhstan.
Andy Keogh has taken to Twitter to vent his disappointment having been left out of the Ireland squad. Andy Reid is back in business for Forest, while James McCarthy’s transfer looks imminent. And what do you do when you live in Australia and can’t watch the Ireland-Sweden game? You buy the rights yourself.
HELLO friends and welcome to Spud Watch – lots to talk about this week but also the usual dose of nonsensical boll*cks, plus an in-depth analysis of Trap’s squad (in Spud Watch – Stop The Press) which chopped and changed more times than the original Pippa in Home and Away. (Incidentally, the original Pippa is a better midfield option than Paul Green or Glenn Whelan).
AN EXTRA mid-week Spud Watch has been sanctioned by the editor, much to my chagrin as I’m usually out getting a lot of sex on Wednesday nights but I guess one night off won’t hurt.
IT LOOKS like Giovanni Trapattoni has been reading Spud Watch (I really hope someone is) and has heeded our advice. Young Coleman was drafted into the Irish squad and was once again a starter for Everton on Saturday, bombing up and down the right wing throughout their side’s impressive 2- 0 win away to Birmingham.
He plays like a man thoroughly enjoying his football. Whether it be on the right wing or at full-back, over the 90 minutes Coleman gets up and down more times than a porn star’s penis on a good night.