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Leeds United, When No News is Good News

The digital media age means the demand for crap masquerading as ‘content’ is insatiable. If someone, somewhere with a platform capable or arranging words in order is not prepared to provide some analysis of your preferred club’s Tuesday afternoon behind closed doors friendly, you better start getting worried. This story is about my club, Leeds United – a lower mid-table Championship side granted a significantly higher level of media news and comment than such a position rarely merits. The problem is less would very much be more. writes Gary Hartley,

This is Crazy, So Call Me Brady

The latest communications mishap surrounding the Irish football team should have us all clamouring for the return of Liam Brady to the management. The pundit is renowned for talking sense on RTE’s soccer panel and there’s nothing sensible about some of the talk coming from the Irish camp in recent days.

Republic of Loose Talk: Trap and Kelly in War of Words

Stephen Kelly and Giovanni Trapattoni are playing out a nasty tit-for-tat row in the full glare of the media spotlight after the defender stated he was ‘shocked and disgusted’ with the manager’s comments about him this week.

Papering Over the Craic

It’s been a rough week for Irish football but a worse one for the people who report on it. The sports hacks as a collective have taken a PR battering and they’ve reverted to their defensive mode by blaming the FAI for the fiasco. Meanwhile, the public remains in the dark.

Saipan II: Gibson Ga-Ga Over Green in Gdansk

He may have refused a call-up this week but Darron Gibson was on the brink of storming out of the Irish squad in Poland after the mauling by Spain in Gdansk , if the newspapers are to be believed.

Pride, In the Name of Duff

It’s time to ditch the cynicism. While England debates whether John Terry is deserving of her captaincy, a much-maligned Irish football team has more important responsibilities; two games to revive a nation that has been kicked from pillar to post and that is crying out for something to restore our battered pride.