“If I had a chance to watch any game in the world tomorrow I would go to a hurling match. I’ve been to the Super Bowl, Formula 1 racing, Champion’s League matches, but the All-Ireland is up there with all of them as a great occasion” – Roy Keane professes his love for the small ball.
Martin O’Neill takes charge of the Irish side for a second time for the visit to Poznan and a friendly game with Poland. The teams have previously met on 24 occasions, the second of which resulted in President Hyde being removed as a patron of the GAA.
What happens when a kid comes from Gaelic training on Tuesday urged to play long ball, then at soccer training Wednesday, his coaches tell him something very different? The departure of Giovanni Trapattoni has sparked a bout of soul-searching among Ireland’s football community. The refrain “We just don’t have the players” has focused the attention on just what is happening at grassroots. As the main criticism of Trapatonni centred on Ireland’s manner of play, the issues run far deeper than the senior team. Diarmuid o hAinle explores a uniquely Irish state of affairs and the influence of Gaelic Games on young players.
Everton’s Seamus Coleman will be cheering on his native Donegal in the All-Ireland final today and he’ll be joined by his club-captain Phil Neville.
I FEEL sad my friends. I feel very sad. I can’t shake this melancholy. Another pitiful weekend for our lads over in foreign. There is going to be a serious amount of Irish players moving in the January transfer window, the type of movement not seen since the time I licked a raw chicken fillet when I was 5 years old.
TONIGHT Matthew I am going to be writing about football. Chances are that if you are one of the five people who will read this piece (and yes I am bitter considering I am spending my Friday night writing this when I could be drinking tea and swooning over the Take That lads on The Late Late with Kilkenny hurler Brian Hogan-look-a-like Ryan Tubridy), then you love football too. My own girlfriend won’t even read it – subtle way of slipping in that I have a girlfriend!