Sniffers Blog - Walk The Chalk

Not Another FAI Cup Final Preview

2008-11-22T12:12:00.006Z

Following what has been an anus horrible of a season with regards to the profile of eircom League football, we are left with the Ford FAI Cup Final to redeem some respectability for a tarnished product.

The pairing of Derry City and Bohemians may not produce the most spectacular of games, but it does have the potential to serve up ninety minutes of quality. It has been well documented that the Candystripes have been a bogey side for Bohs during 2008, so I won't repeat it. Except to say that the Gypsys failed to score against them in each of the three league meetings this year; the League Cup encounter doesn't count.

That not said, because I didn't repeat it, Derry have managed just once to pierce the solid rearguard created by Sean Connor but remixed by Pat Fenlon. So what we don't want - by we I mean the neutrals - is for Bohs to open the scoring.

There are set to be intriguing contests throughout the park. Nutsy, ever-cautious - can be expected to target the influence of Niall McGinn as the greatest threat to his side's success. The sight of the newly-crowned Young Player of the Year bearing down on Owen Heary is a porn director's dream.

Back on track now; if brought to bear, Mc Ginn's pace and confidence will negate Heary's attacking influence and the experienced defender often forms the nucleus of Bohs' forward momentum. That's not to say that the Gypsys' captain provides their only outlet. The right-side of midfield is a berth which has been filled by a succession of players this term; amongst them Joxer, Micheal Kalounas, Jason Byrne, Anto Murphy and latterly Brendan McGill. I'd expect Jayo to get the nod as he has performed well there in a mainly defensive role before - not to mention his goalscoring prowess.

Jason McGuinness' aerial threat will be missed at deadball situations; it may have come in handy to thwart the efforts of Clive Delaney at the other end also. Derry City's greatest strength this year has been Stephen Kenny's determination to present his side with attacking widemen. On the right flank, Gareth McGlynn should return refreshed to the fray after a brief injury absence. For those of you seeking a return to the porn theme, there are possibilities within that sentence.

McGlynn has regularly been City's best player for my money this season; not as obvious to the naked eye as the eyecatching pace and artistry of McGinn, he is nonetheless possessed of a rare combination of work ethic and talent. Killian Brennan will know he has been in a game, after the mini-Mc's of McCallion and McGlynn have done with him.

Therein may lie the matchwinner though - whether or no Brennan is subdued throughout the contest, he needs but one accommodating deadball position to tilt the game in the Dublin club's favour. Derry do not possess a similarly potent threat.

Neale Fenn will offer a torment afternoon for the aging but willing legs of Peter Hutton. No footballer better encapsulates the meaning of the word fulcrum than the former Cork City frontman. His renaissance under Nutsy's tutelage offers a lift from the mundanity of Bohs' humdrum rhythm.

We must hope that this Final does not descend into a dour midfield battle, for there is the centre of the humdrum. It is in this area that the champions are at their most oppressively affective. It's a case of any two from three with the return from suspension of Stephen O'Donnell. Glenn Cronin was the Galwayman's regular partner - stop it! - before injury afforded Gary Deegan the opportunity to swap studmarks with the league's best midfielders. Barry Molloy offers similar talents to City's cause - Kevin Deery less so; Ruairdhi Higgins' silken passing may be deemed a luxury in the face of such aggression. Ciaran Martyn has started only 16 of Derry's near fifty outings this term.

The calculating and minimalist nature of Bohemians' style is underpinned perfectly by the understated excellence of goalkeeper Brian Murphy. Easily the league's best netminder, he presents an awesome challenge after you have beaten your way past Liam Burns and Ken Oman; for all his talents, Ger Doherty does not carry the same aura of unbeatability.

Here's to a game that showcases the best of our talent in a fashion which helps us to forget, even temporarily, about our horrible arse of a year.

Tarnished Goods

2008-11-13T16:30:00.009Z

Just like our once rampant economy, professional football in Ireland was built on an unsustainable air pocket which would eventually burst to leave those who once rested on it struggling for life. Close scrutiny of the reasons for our financial difficulties may yield varying explanations - in the case of Galway United and Sligo Rovers for example, some rapid realignment was required to ensure that they fell within the parameters of their own projections in order to fulfil their wage cap obligations - even the Irish government were forced into similar actions with their 2009 Budget. In the case of Cork City, Arkaga saw the light after Platinum 1 had packed their kit and high-tailed it out of Ireland.

Drogheda United's claret and blueprint for success reached three of its points with an FAI Cup win, Setanta Cup double and a League title. The elusive planning permission proved a bridge too far for the investors and the snuggest club in Ireland are fast approaching a nadir without a Plan A2.

Today's threatened strike action by the players has shed the club of its last remaining shred of dignity. That's not to deny the players their right to take action; although there are many who hold their profession culpable in the mire in which Irish football finds itself.

I hold neither footballers nor managers responsible for the money that clubs have spent. It is the job of a board to direct operations, construct budgets and employ managers who have no option but to adhere to same. Should a player ask for more money and a manager ask for funds to assuage the pro, it is the board who decide whether or not to furnish the readies.

But yes, we are and have been seeing players being paid beyond the range of their talent; just as we have seen cowboys masquerading as craftsmen earning inordinate sums of money to talk to us about building a wall.

There are those among us who will welcome this 'readjustment' - it may have come at too high a price though. The eircom League and all who sail in her are damaged goods. The fabricated controversies around betting patterns have helped to undermine our integrity; the Gary Dempsey affair was an opportunity for the meeja to throw some accelerant onto the pyre. What the likeable Pats midfielder did was against the spirit of the game in every moral aspect, but a far cry from roasting a drunken teenage girl with your teammates a la the preferred Premiership model.

If it is the tip of an unseen iceberg, then let there be light. Otherwise, move on. Whether or no, these unfavourable stories will make it even more difficult to attract advertising revenues into the game, at a time when clubs can ill afford it. Again, this points to that 'readjustment' word. Even before this season has had time to revel in its highs - Bohs' colossal points total, Pats and Drogs in Europe - there appears to be a dull dawn ahead in the early Spring of 2009.

There is plenty to laud in the League of Ireland; volunteers doing what Mary O'Rourke might describe as the work of 1000's 'black Arabs'; fundraising, scouting, painting, whatever needs doing. There are two things we have failed to do during the boom times, such as they were - build a cohort of modern grounds and sort out the Health Service. The ailing duo must limp on for the foreseeable.

Show Me The Rainbow's End

2008-11-05T19:30:00.007Z

For true football fans, Cork City's Setanta Cup success represents a triumph over evil in this most unforgettable of seasons. Having taken a royal shafting from those nice people at Arkaga, it was a pleasure to watch the remaining management and players have something tangible and silver to show for their pains. The boardroom gets the nice papery bit with the noughts on it.

Meanwhile, rivals Drogheda United are suffering the hangover of their miscalculated risk. This has been a painful blow to take, for here there was real hope that the professional status so generously bankrolled in recent years could finally attain a status bordering on the sustainable. But just as rapidly that our national finances have collapsed, so too is the ongoing status of our professional set-ups.

We seem to have returned to the brink. Standing around are the haves, the hads, the never hads and the never will haves. The former are a threatened species - Pats and to a lesser extent Bohs remain the sole occupants of this treacherous stratosphere. Their existence is predicated upon the whims of others - never a healthy way to live your life. Derry City remain reasonably solid, but precarious nonetheless. That ridiculous sentence illustrates the tightrope upon which our clubs riverdance.

The financial antics of eircom League clubs made Prime Time this year - probably the only the this season that thousands of football fans will have come face to face with their domestic game. What they saw was a cartoon football league living far beyond its means, populated by half-baked footballers who play in less than half-full stadia. Such informal meetings knock us right back to the dullest of days in the eyes of the great uninterested.

Despicable and all as his actions may be perceived, Stuart Byrne's thoughts on the eL are irritatingly spot on. Byrne was quoted thus in the Irish Independent...

"People are laughing at the league. It’s a laughing stock, it genuinely is. I’m worried about the PR and perception that’s out there, the damage that has been done to people’s perception of the league. I think it will take two or three years to get over that, I really do. I genuinely feel it will take a long time for people to think more positively about the league given what has happened in the last six months. People are just sick and tired reading about it. I wonder do they even read about it any more?"

Of course it does the bould Stuey no harm to get his name into the papers with a transfer window looming. With so many of our players out of contract come season's end, many fans may barely recognise their squads next season. It's natural for professional footballers to follow the money in this country - the best will gravitate to the flushest. Many pros may decide that the future here is too precarious and opt for poorer paid but guaranteed employment across the water. An exodus of talent is hardly likely to help with the promotion of the league.

Cork City's aforementioned troubles are a clear pointer of this. The Leesiders were forced into the sale of Dave Mooney in order to produce some much needed cash. Going into the final two series of games, Mooney remains the Premier Division's top scorer; not bad for a player who scored his last league goal here in July.

Shamrock Rovers have shown that there is an incremental route to a competitive squad; granted the Hoops have the advantage of a rich past and a loyal core of fans to maintain their existence. They have also benefited from the refusal of some players to embrace the full-time game - opting instead to remain within the well worn and infinitely safer structures of dual employment.

The prospect of an All-Ireland league seems more remote than ever. Following the aborted Platinum 1 proposal we have been forced to endure the war-cries of Linfield and Glentoran as they threaten to withdraw their services from the Setanta Cup. It may not be an elegant solution, but it's a moneyspinner for successful clubs and provides plenty of TV exposure - I doubt the overlords in Setantaland will need too much encouragement to scrap the competition now that they have two feet placed firmly in the Holy Grail of Premiership football.

Eoin Hand's recent comments on UEFA's future plans for compensation with regard to the development of young players seems to offer our best hope of a rainbow's end. If you don't fancy listening to the whole conversation, dip in around the 29-minute mark.

Dark Thoughts

2008-10-25T13:40:00.004+01:00

A player registration controversy is bubbling over, St. Pats don't win the FAI Cup this season and an Irish team fails to qualify from its group. Name the year? The more things change and all that.

Hot on the ankles of the Saints' exit from the FAI Cup came confirmation that Keith Fahey was on his way. Having donned the claret & blue of Aston Villa and Drogheda United, the Pats midfielder has opted to model the West Ham colours in 2009. His departure will diminish the quality of our league but we can only wish him well. Fats' Pats side face a difficult task in attempting to replace the finest central midfielder in the country.

His passing, dribbling and deadball expertise has been a treat to witness this season especially - unfortunately that artistry has failed to yield a trophy for the Inchicore side who have again failed to deliver any silverware to Garret Kelliher's sideboard.

Bohemians march on, looking nigh invincible against domestic opposition. Their restoration to title challenging status is a welcome boon for the league - sustainability is questionable. It is a dirty word in eL circles and to see newspaper adverts courting investors for Drogheda United serves only to underline this.

Possibly the activity provided to the legal profession by our clubs will result in some lucrative sponsorship deals from said bodies. One quantum of solace - did you see what I did there? - lay in the progress of our U23 side.

Pat Fenlon's pet project were impressive in their dismissal of Slovakia about 50 weeks ago; not so against our Northern counterparts, but we collected the points. a draw against Belgium was enough to see us into a final against the winners of the England/Italy game in the competition's other group. The International Challenge Trophy was never going to attract wads of TV cash or hoards of supporters, but it provided a higher stage for homebased players.

Had we progressed to that final, it would have presented supporters with something to point proudly at - a successful Irish international side, comprised entirely of young homebased footballers. We were so close, another hard luck story in a season full of them.

Instead we are forced to further endure the growing pains of a dancing league in disjointed orbit - one step forward, two steps sideways, one step back, one step back.

The atmosphere at Richmond Park last night was a heartmelting sight. Passionate, noisy fans enjoying a top class game of football, played out between two well-prepared sides on a good surface. We have made great strides at the highest level and to regress will be extremely painful for fans and clubs alike.

Never before has the home game enjoyed the TV coverage that it does now. Hardly a week passes during the season when there isn't at least one live game on; and we have a dedicated one-hour highlights programme. It has been a struggle to achieve such status and recent rumours suggest it would not be a struggle for us to lose it.

Is it to be to infinity and beyond for Irish football? No, that will never happen while we simper at the soles of the Premiership behemoth. Is it to be extinction and beyond? Never. There will always be a top level game in this country - the standards it aspires to and achieves may be in question. Those standards may well take it off the radar and off the TV. The best of our current crop of players would return to England or Scotland to earn a crust a la John O'Flynn - we will watch a game that hovers just beyond the level of the top provincial Senior League sides.

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PS We Love You

2008-10-16T17:17:00.005+01:00

The trajectory of Pat Scully's adolescent managerial career has taken on the curve of a Zimbabwean growth chart within the past week. Relative success during his debut appointment at Kilkenny City in 2005 brought attention onto his abilities in the dugout. That led to his appointment in 2006 at a then downbeat Shamrock Rovers. The illustrious Dublin club were slumming it for the first time, swimming with the minnows in the First Division.

This scribe was a keen observer of the nomads during that particular season when the former Irish cap brought many of his former Kilkenny proteges - imagine the accents are there over the 'e's - with him to Tolka Park. They included the likes of Tadhg Purcell and Aidan Price. In spite of falling victim to the dreaded asterisk - they were docked three points for fielding an ineligible player - rovers squeezed into the top spot courtesy of an enviable defensive record. Across 36 league games they conceded only 13 times. Shamrock Rovers were looking ahead to a return to the Premier Division with a freshfaced young squad and an eager manager.

The newbies took to life in the top flight with the brashness that comes with youth. They showed no respect to opponents as they inflicted their all-action game on the Premier Division. It was paying dividends - Rovers faced down professional opposition with their tireless approach. They were well placed to split the Big 4 of Drogheda United, Derry City, Cork City and St. Patrick's Athletic. The legs of the part-timers began to give during the run-in as their exertions took a toll. 4 defeats were followed by three draws in their final 7 games and the club had to 'settle' for a fifth-placed finish; 4 points behind Cork. Their was smoke - one or two players were rumoured to have fallen foul of the Scully's totalitarianism and were shunted aside.

But fans were prepared to overlook such traits, preferring dreams of success in the new season. 2007 had been a good year for Pat Scully - young, determined and ruthless in search of success - Irish football took a shine to the learner manager and his cubs. That ruthless streak saw the talents of David Cassidy, Paul Shiels and Davie O'Connor ousted in favour of established Premier division footballers. The growing trend towards professionalism was forcing some of the league's elder statesmen into difficult decisions. Players like Darragh Maguire, who chose not to go full-time and had to move away from Richmond Parks were Garret Kelliher was bankrolling a professional set-up. The Hoops were benefactors of this situation; as a Dublin Premier Division club they were in a position to hoover up such players to bolster their squad. Fresh from his spat with Sean Connor at Bohs came Stephen Rice. Joining Pat Flynn, Alan Murphy and the unrelated O'Connors - Danny and Sean - there were continuing signs of growth and progression from the tenants at Tolka.

They opened the 2008 season with a visit to defending champions Drogheda United - Alan Murphy scored a memorable goal to ignite a potential title challenge from Drumcondra. As things stand they won't match last season's total of 51 points - so there has not been progress. All managers can point to absenteeism as a hurdle to success; Rovers' back four has borne a strange look at times this year. Aidan Price's long running flirtations with the physio's table didn't help. Barry Ferguson's penchant for daydreaming led to his exit - Ricer was a revelation.

Then the midfielder fell foul of his manager and was sent to Coventry - it was a horse pill to swallow for the hooped faithful. Their side was struggling in a way they hadn't anticipated - their most effective midfielder was now a spectator. Scully was digging his heels in. Fans were beginning to tire of his dictatorial diatribes. Success papers over a lot of cracks, but not it seems, crackpots.

Rice's fall from grace was symptomatic of what was being perceived as Scully's increasingly demanding and sometimes unreasonable behaviour. There could be no doubting his commitment to the club and the cause. he nurtured the cause from the grassroots up in an attempt to impose a structure for future sustained success ahead of Rovers' impending move to Tallaght Stadium. But in the cutthroat world of management a man, or woman, is measured by their results - PS hadn't achieved enough to make his deficiencies palatable to the Rovers boardrom. The cup runs which often buy time and breathing space didn't materialise.

Legend will have it that the former Shelbourne, Rovers and Drogheda centre-half approached his paymasters in search of a contract extension - disagreement was recorded and Pat was out of a job.

At just 38 he has a long career in management ahead of him. Doubtless a period away from the game will allow him to digest the lessons of the last four seasons and he will return a better manager. The League of Ireland/ eircom League/ Famous Fried whatever you're having league needs motivators of his calibre and intensity. Don't be long, Pat.

Another Fine Mess

2008-10-09T14:51:00.003+01:00

Yes, as if the eL hasn't already been victim of enough negative media coverage regarding the financial precariousness of its member clubs. It's wearying and repetitive, unless you're a sports journalist eyeing up a handy story.

Because there are not multi-million sums at play, as in the 'great leagues' of this world, all of our issues can be portrayed as petty. By using such a word a hack doesn't need to work too hard to elicit a sneer from the casual reader - just more internecine squabbling in that downmarket eL - an all too easily held perception and one which we will struggle to shatter in the forthcoming years.

With regards to the financial impurities involving many clubs; recent news reports have shown that we are not on our own when it comes to unsustainable budgets. Three of last season's Champions League semi-finalists are in combined debt to the tune of £1 billion. There are moves afoot to restrict overspending by clubs. Obviously the sums involved on our wee plot are mere fractions of the fortunes borrowed and spent by the elite. An unfortunate side effect of this is that eircom League fans are rarely treated to grisly tales of professional footballers roasting young ladies for the craic.

UEFA's discontent at clubs effectively buying success at any price reflects positively upon the imposition by the FAI of the notorious 65% wage cap. That cap has forced clubs out into open ground and once there, there can be no hiding. It can be accepted as part of a process of growth and maturity. Not so the saga in Wexford last Monday night.

This is exactly the kind of tale which brings all the wrong sort of attention on the league. This is one of the rare cases where the 'no publicity is bad publicity' adage fails to apply. The league was the butt of many a tongue-in-cheek report throughout Tuesday; even the rock of common sense that is Mick Wallace was swept away in the commotion of it all. The Wexford maestro was pretty in pink as he turned up to suggest that Limerick never had any intention of fulfilling the fixture.

Lims have been occupying fifth place of the First Division in splendid isolation for weeks now. Ten points behind Sporting Fingal, they are unlikely to climb further and with Monaghan United trailing them by seven - with a game more played - they are unlikely to be caught. The points on offer were hardly of critical importance to the visitors. Their decision to retreat from the Model County will have done little to endear them to the powers that fine; unless the Youths' facilities really are substandard for the dark nights, 37 can expect to have their particular cough softened by the Disciplinary Committee. We can attribute an element of farce to those events - with about 500 fans on site and members of the media present, it certainly wasn't going to slip under the radar, however unwelcome.

Would that the same could be said of the petty squabbling of Bohemians and Drogheda United. Both clubs have netted spectacular own goals in the week preceding their championship showdown. It was a setting fit for such an esteemed moment. Bohs, one win away from clinching the title, with Drogheda the deposed champions standing in their way. I was expecting a rare tussle, with the hosts pulling out all the stops to prevent Pat Fenlon's side from stealing the trophy away from United Park.

As were many others; the Gypsys were expecting a large travelling support for the televised game. On form, these are two good footballing sides; playing before a throaty crowd, it would have come across really well on flat screens across the land. Then the schoolyard handbags set in. At its root is reputed to be an incident wherein the Bohemian landlords prevented United from warming up on the Dalymount Park pitch ahead of their European tie versus Dinamo Kyiv. Drogs withheld some of the monies due to their hosts for the night. When Bohemians came calling for their ticket allocation ahead of the title showdown things became very shifty as United boxed clever in order to regain the upper hand.

It all smacked of greasy aftertaste and the league could have done without the Bohs board going public on the matter. Understandably, they were under pressure from demanding fans, but the situation should have been sorted out by the FAI without the need for Bohemians to share their frustration with the assembled benibbed ones. Again we are a laughing stock; efforts to sell the importance of the game undermined by the public infighting that for so long has been hand in glove with the League of Ireland. Some clever manoeuvres from our ruling body should put a stop to this in the future. That'll be another fine so.

Pats Pass Out

2008-10-02T18:47:00.004+01:00

The good news story for Irish football this week centred on the performance of St. Patrick's Athletic in their UEFA Cup qualifying tie against Bundesliga side Hertha Berlin. Taking the broadest of sweeps, this represented a really good performance by the Inchicore based club.

For much of the tie, Pats' performance was a measured one during which they displayed much of the talent and ability that has endeared their playing style to followers of the domestic game. Normally when faced with 'superior' opposition we are reduced to the Charlton Formula. For the benefit of my younger reader, this constitutes ninety minutes of 'in their faces, constant harrying and hustling to deny them space and hopefully grab a scruffy goal off a long ball or a set piece'.

In Keith Fahey Pats possessed the game's most skilful player last Tuesday. His staccato running style saw him regularly leave the opposition flailing in his slipstream - his passing and movement were a treat to witness. 'Fats'- the nickname bears the annoying hallmark of English football jargon - represents the peak of his profession on this island and must surely be 2008's Player of the Year.

What of the opposition; the commonly held opinion was that they were beatable. Their defending was suspect, even with Friedrich and Simunic within their defensive ranks. Their goalkeeper appeared to be of Scottish descent. Up front Pantelic was a threat - he didn't appear for the second leg; Voronin posseses the striking virility of a windsock at Doldrums Airport. This is a side which finished midtable in their league last season and offer little indication of surpassing that mundanity this term. Their accession to European competition came courtesy of UEFA's Fair Play place, making them one of the 'must have' draws for the third round qualifying ties.

St. Pats greatest achievement in Europe was to see off Elfsborg; their greatest failure was failing to score against a mediocre midtable Bundesliga side. That may have been acceptable in times past, but this Saints side are better than that. There is a deep yearning amongst the 20,000 or sop domestic diehards for one of our European representatives to make it into the group stages of a European competition - this represented a great chance. The UEFA Cup is of a lower standard then its Champions League sibling; progression can be a mite easier; especially if a club can afford to beef up its staff profile in the timespan between qualification and participation.

All through the opening half at the RDS, Berlin meandered around the pitch looking disinterested and lacklustre. Still Pats didn't punish them. Andriy Voronin answered the wishes of every supporter in the stadium when he sent the best chance of the game into a low-flying orbit; I include the Hertha fans in this for they must dearly wish his loan period to end sooner rather than soon.

What we witnessed was progress; an eL side imbued with the confidence to play football against Bundesliga opposition. But let there be no talk of moral victories for we are on the precipice of professionalism here and must learn to rub shinpads with the cream if we are to survive. Congratulations to Pats for taking that a step closer, but let's not deny the reality of their departure from Europe.

Looking ahead, we can allow ourselves a morsel of optimism if Nutsy manages to hold onto, or even improve his squad next season. Bohs' was a disappointing European campaign but they are a squad flush with good qualities; with a benevolent draw they might squeeze in. Was that just a little too optimistic?

Broken News

2008-09-24T14:47:00.003+01:00

No supporter of our bruised and battered domestic league can be immune to the relentless pessimism offered throughout our general media in relation to the national joke that is the eircom League. From south to north and west to wherever, participants are making the news for no reasons other than financial ones. Money needed here, in debt there, in administration down there, mock the black news stories.

So bad are things perceived to be that the eL even made RTE's Primetime programme. Unfortunately, all of this negative lava is fodder warms the hearts and minds of our devoted knockers - if it sounds like shit and looks like shit.....

A few weeks back I bemoaned the wan efforts - no, the lack of effort - from the league's administrators. At a time when the eL was being ambushed, their was a painful lack of leadership. The alumni of the FAI have finally had a peek out from behind the curtains, however meek and discreet it may have been. The message has been simple and consistent - ' We aren't responsible for players' wages, the clubs are.'

There were references to the recent strides taken by the league since it has come under the umbrella of the FAI. Followed by understated references to the future of the league and the plans that the governing body has in store for same. While his oratorical ability is more Christy Brown than Barack Obama, Fran Gavin has maintained a steady hand in his dealings with the media. He too has been understated in his delivery and the withdrawal of Platinum 1's plans has lent weight to his mantra.

While not exactly leaving with their tails between their legs, the whole taking my ball and going home departure of Platinum 1 now leaves supporters with no option other than to hold their nerve and have an a la carte faith in the FAI's plans.

If searching for divine inspiration, we need look no further than the field of play. Drogheda are finding some form and it gladdens the heart of this neutral observer to see sides play to their full potential. Bohs are bamboozling all with their relentless point-winning performances and Pats have done us proud in Berlin.

Some have cited the Saints performance as a best ever effort from an Irish club side in Europe. It is of course a facile pursuit. Mine own compass plots a line from Derry City v Benfica to the present day - I cannot compare that to the achievements of Athlone Town and Shamrock Rovers in the grainy pre-colour and HD days of television.

What was noticeable at the Olympic Stadium, was the degree to which Pats were confident enough in their own ability to play the same kind of fluid football which has bewitched us in domestic fare this season. Of course they weren't able to produce this on demand. They had to battle for the right to play their football and did. Many other performances from Irish sides have seen all hands to the pump franticism, with long balls despatched in the opposite direction with hope and little else pinned to them. Pats' self-belief and assuredness were the adjectives that separated this performance from the mundane.

Then, to sit back and enjoy the quality of the football on show when the self-same Saints hosted Derry City in the Setanta Cup on Tuesday night, only added to the feelgood factor. Admittedly - check that with Johnny Mc if in doubt - the high-flying Inchicoremen were having an off-night. Still, the sight of two professional teams attempting - and succeeding in those attempts - to play football as it should be played reinforces one's decision to reject the bloated world of English football for all the best that the Irish equivalent has to offer. I just hope Kevin Mc Hugh's goal celebration is not a sign of things to come.

Football In The Round

2008-09-11T16:53:00.003+01:00

The 'despicable' antics of a certain professional footballer have incited a lot of anger amongst domestic football followers in the past few days. Stuart Byrne has been suspended pending investigation by his employers, Drogheda United. Whilst little is being said officially, it is the widely held belief that Stuey was reported by a colleague for tapping up a player. No, this is not the latest voguish term for some manner of homosexual liaison, just the latest in a never-to-end series of illegal acts that take place in football. From the top tier to the lowest echelons players have always been tapped up. It's notoriously difficult to prove, therefore difficult to snuff out.

In the eyes of many, Byrne, if such 'charges' are upheld, will stand guilty of nothing more than being caught. Of course, most Drogheda fans would be loathe to take such a benevolent view. Such insidious practises undermine a dressing room, puncturing team spirit and ultimately kicking the legs from under any serious trophy challenge. As a professional, any player should be totally committed to the club that is paying his coiffurist.

Stuart Byrne has until now epitomised the modern Irish professional footballer. His seamless transition from title winner at Shelbourne, to a driving force in the Drogheda side that captured a first ever Premier Division title last season was without seam. Paul Doolin coveted Byrne's experience and realised that it could be the final piece in his particular jigsaw - and so it proved.

Clearly a driven individual on the field of play, those assets have seeped from his performances in latter weeks. Some observers put this down to his being played out of position - Stuart Byrne has stood in at right back in the absence of Brian Shelley and at centre-half when necessary. He has rarely been spotted in a central midfield role.

Behind every footballer in the eL is a humanoid. These humanoids have loans and mortgages. Some have even reproduced with compatible female humanoids. They may be on good money compared to the man in the stand holding 10 euros worth of fish & chips; but they do have commitments. Their careers are short and perilous; particularly those who swim in the murky waters of our domestic league. Even the so-called big clubs are on first name terms with financial meltdown. Any footballer who has chosen to plant his flag in the eircom League leads a precarious existence.

It's said that many Americans are but a pay cheque away from homelessness; would those of us who work in the real world tolerate what many of our professional footballers have had to in recent years? Unpaid wages, bouncing cheques. If a player can squeeze fifteen years out of a top level carer he will have done well. Our evolving professionalism doesn't allow a footballer to plan that far ahead - there might be no professional clubs here within a couple of years. What then for our top ranking players? The boat to Barnet a la Johno, most likely. That's if they can set themselves up with a paycheck across the water.

Viability is a key issue here. it exists in patches and has done all through my lifetime in the League of Ireland. Bigmoney backer- best players - success. Bigmoney backer withdraws, frustrated by machinations of LOI - players move on to wherever they can earn a good bob - the sequence continues. Think of how many players who have sagging ceilings caused by boxes of League and Cup medals. Rovers, Derry and Shels from the 80's through to the noughties. The list of previous clubs is usually a lengthy one as players follow the money; sometimes following a manager who has been promised money to spend.

Such is the nature of the professional game we currently nurture and support. So let's not be too hard on Stuart Byrne. Watch as he frantically searches for a crest to hold on to during his famous rant http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=St6i-h65fJY

Friday Fliuch-ed

2008-09-05T15:03:00.005+01:00

Waterworld has returned to our greens and as I write all but two of Friday night's games are underwater and awaiting a refix. The usual quips about summer football are as plentiful as the precipitation but extensive scientific research has proven beyond all doubt that the FAI are no longer responsible for weather on matchdays.

The vacuum for football fans is but a temporary one however as Pats and Bohs go nose to nose on Monday night in a crucial league clash. In effect Dublin City Council, courtesy of their favourable arrangement with the rain gods, have done the Saints a wee favour ahead of the game. Pats have a lot of football in the pipeline and were facing into tonight's proposed game against Galway carrying a lot of knocks and strains. The extra few days of regimented inactivity will serve as a boon to Johnny Mc ahead of a game which his side must win to retain an anorexic hope of a run in next season's Champions League.

The last fortnight has provided us with more talking points than even an Irish mammy could handle; the largely unanticipated demise of Cork City and its attendant financial woes; the budget shortfall at Bohs and concerns of certain sections of their support as to where the club are headed and of course the Saints superb on-field success in UEFA Cup action. That is not to neglect the traumas at Sligo Rovers, Cobh Ramblers and Drogheda United. Truly these are tightrope times for the eircom Boylesports Ford League of Ireland.

Various figures are aflight in the media with regards to financial shortfalls. Cork €1.3m; Bohs €.53m; Cobh €.4m; Sligo €90k. Those four amounts total €2.32m. Last weekend, as the shutters were pulled down on the English transfer window it was estimated that £300m worth of deals were done on the final day. Lest you slid by the symbol, that was in the currency of QS - Queen's Shilling. Current rate of exchange equates that sum to over €370m euro.

Expletive deleted et cetera. Truly we are minions in world football. The outcry and furore over our fiscal woes is cast into the shade by such leviathan figures. That should not distract us from the fact that in relative terms those debts present a heavy burden to our clubs and that is oft trodden ground in recent times.

On a grim day there is a bright note. And it results from action on the field as opposed to inaction off it. The Saints have raised the spirits of all fans with their European success. Many times we have read and heard that getting into the Champions League Group stages is the Holy Grail for us - doubtless it would provide a welcome distraction for any club - as a result we have tended to ignore the possibilities presented us by the UEFA Cup.

Pats, is has been said, stand to make about €750k from their First Round tie with Hertha Berlin. For the players there will be the kudos of appearing at the Olympic Stadium in Berlin. For the Board at Richmond Park there is the kudos of sitting in the Direktor's Box at said venue, added to the welcome financial inflow.

Brighter than all of that stuff is the news of how the nice board from Inchicore have chosen to deal with disappointed supporters. How have Pats got disappointed supporters? Not only disappointed, but out of pocket. These quick-fingered fans swooped to book flights for the game in Germany on September 18th; only to find that following consultations with TV companies and other clubs it was decided to switch the game to Tuesday 14th September. The Germans you see have six clubs in European action that week and this date change offers some exclusivity to the Pats fixture and ensures that the money continues to come in. all reasonable enough, as long as you aren't one of the early bookers.

Fret not, the Saints in a moment of philandery have agreed to reimburse those who have incurred added expense as a result of the unforeseen switch. A little ray of sunshine on a piss poor day.

Nuts and Bohs

2008-08-25T17:54:00.004+01:00

With just 2/3 of their league programme complete I am prepared to honour Bohemians FC with the title of eircom League Champions for 2008. Wily professional that he is, there can be no doubt that Pat Fenlon would refuse to accept victory at such an early stage - his side still have 33 points to play for.

Even where his side to implode spectacularly in a blaze of angry Dundalk fans, the achievements of Nutsy's Class of 2008 have to be admired. Rumoured to bathe with bevvies of €50 notes during his tenure at the ill-fated Shelbourne FC, many were happy to point to the size of Nutsy's chequebook when it came to doling out praise for the Drumcondra based club's achievements. That said, many a football manager has been given money to buy players only to fail in a blaze of inglorious debt - Dave O'Leary is the patron saint that elite club. World football is littered with disastrous deals and misspent monies.

When Sean Connor - not to be confused with comedian Shaun Connors - took up the whip at Dalymount Park in 2006, he set about sorting out the Bohs backline. In came Liam Burns and Owen Heary alongside the emerging talent of Conor Powell. Jason McGuinness and goalkeeper Brian Murphy completed the line-up. Heary's organisational talents were hugely instrumental in the face lift. The Gypsys registered the best defensive record in the Premier Division for 2007 - 17 goals conceded in 33 games. However, their failure to find the net in seventeen of those fixtures undermined any dreams of a league success. Glen Crowe started all but one of those games and the club's record scorer found the net just eight times in league action - a poor return for a striker playing in a side which managed a third place finish.

So the oft quoted dogs in the street knew what was required to restore some pride and silverware to Phibsborough. Happy to see the back of the comedian, many were less than pleased to see his replacement enter via the cat-flap, but he is 2/3 of the way towards winning them over.

Neale Fenn was revitalised, Ken Oman was re-signed; the merry-go-round of central midfielders spun a little more. On jumped Glenn Cronin - Killian Brennan followed Oman from the Northwest Passage. Jason Byrne gave up his Welsh lessons. The season began with a 1-0 win at promoted Galway United, followed up by a narrow 1-0 defeat at home to St. Pats. That remains the only defeat thus far. Eight different sides have pierced the meanest defence in league action this season; none have repeated that feat. Soon players will be putting 'scored against Bohs' on their CV's. It is a phenomenal achievement in a division blessed with the nylony attacking football of the Saints and Cork City.

Glenn Crowe will never be a spring chicken again, but he has begun to look more like a free-range chicken after some time in the wilderness. Only on three occasions have the Gypsys failed to find the net - Fenlon can never be accused of playing an open game; the much travelled footballer is more concerned with winning than scoring. Brennan is oozing a confidence which is matched by his performances. The retirement of Kevin Hunt has brought tears, but few ripples.
The biggest disappointment this term has been their early exit from European competition; a league title will banish the pain.

Recent weeks have thrown up an injury crisis. The unglamourous but highly effective Cronin has been sidelined; with him outside the physio's room have been all three centre halves. This forced the manager to throw the recovering Thomas Heary in at centre half. Owen was to be his partner in a totally reshaped back-four; the league leaders glided through the challenges that came their way. A stern test in Turner's Cross failed to find a way past Brian Murphy. Burns is back now, which should allow Owen Heary to return to his familiar position.

Was that their crisis for this season, or is there a dip in form to come? Should the wounded Drogs hole them tomorrow there remains a seven point gap between first and second. Should Pats inflict a second defeat upon them at Dalymount Park there will still be four points between the pair with nine games remaining. In the meantime, Cork City St. Patrick's Athletic and Derry City return to Setanta Cup action. Doubtless the Phibsboro faithful are casting an envious eye in their direction but Bohs' absence from the all-Ireland competition offers them an advantage as the finishing line appears on the horizon.

Nutsy is weaving his magic again and Setanta Cup football will grace the turf of Dalymount Park in 2009.

Where Have All The * Gone?

2008-08-16T15:22:00.008+01:00

Storm clouds have taken up almost permanent residence over our emerald isle and their primary target seems to be the ailing League of Ireland. Week upon week heaps gloom upon doom and it's becoming tougher for fans to get off the canvas.

Cobh Ramblers, Bohemians, Galway United, Finn Harps, Cork City and Sligo Rovers. Six of the Premier Division's dozen clubs have been awarded unwelcome exposure surrounding their financial difficulties. It reads like a drip feed of death and disease. When it's just one club we can absorb the punch, digest its aftershock and take the standing count. This has been a powerful combination in a season without asterisks.

Those were the days - some shoddily run club would be caught with their hands in a brown envelope. The powers that be would deliver suitable admonishment and the downtrodden club would have to suffer the indignity of playing out the season with an asterisk after their points total. The unexpected descent of Cork City has been hardest to take. Cork look like a proper club; when the camera swings around to the Shed at the Cross they look like proper supporters at a proper ground - a set-up for others to aspire to. That illusion has been splattered.

Where are the FAI through all of this? They released a terse statement in relation to Cork's nervous breakdown in midweek; one which smacked of an annoyed parent having to leave work to collect a persistently unruly child from school.

As the human beings we are, at a time like this we need reassurance and leadership. Neither is forthcoming from Abbotstown. There are multiple theories abroad, even at home - theories are not immune to infection and hyperbole. Maybe there are frantic efforts going on at the highest level in an effort to pour balm on these potentially fatal wounds. On reflection that last sentence really needed a question mark. Maybe this season's financial woes are a means to an end. A purge of sorts as the ruling bureau's tighter rein squeezes the pus to the surface before irrevocable damage can be done - and everything will be OK once we've ridden out these stormy waters.

Or maybe we're in deep manure and nobody in power is doing anything about it. The ordinary fan just does not know and the extraordinary leaders are saying nothing. Meanwhile, these bad news stories continue to feed the print media's insatiable appetite for bad news, heaping further deprecation upon our domestic league. There are many individuals doing untold work to improve the status of our game; this tsunami of silence is rapidly unpicking those efforts.

Earn your junkets FAI and stand up for the League of Ireland.

In Rod We Trust

2008-08-08T13:27:00.005+01:00

Then there was one - first Bohs, followed by Cork City, then Drogs. Pats are our remaining Euro representatives for 2008 and it will be a tough ask for the Saints to see off Elfsborg of Sweden to maintain their progress in the UEFA Cup.

There hangs a frustrating smog over the non-achievement of our European representatives thus far - Drogheda's late drama last Wednesday notwithstanding. But behind those apparent disappointments lays some basis for future optimism - that is assuming that our clubs don't collapse under the weight of their combined financial commitments.

The form of Cork City offered great hope ahead of their UEFA Cup 1st qualifying round - that turned out to be a false dawn as the Leesiders ' defensive fragility was cruelly exposed in those moray eel- infested waters. City shipped 6 goals across the two legs, most of those in a 4-0 second leg defeat. The air of gloom was tangible, for we have come to demand that our sides negotiate the first hurdle of Euro action.

Such was the case with Pats, who broke new ground by winning an away leg in Europe for the first time in their 47 year Euro history. The Saints built upon that with a home win - recording wins in both legs for the first time also. They must see off IF Elfsborg of Sweden in the Second qualifying round inn order to advance to the Group stages of the UEFA Cup.

Therein lies a connection with our Intertoto representatives Bohemians. The confident Gypsys rattled Rhyl with a 9-3 aggregate win in their first round tie; that scoreline represented a record VE for an Irish side. Another incremental progression for our domestic game. Next up for the Bohs were Skonto Riga. This was another faltering effort from a well-prepared Irish representative, with Pat Fenlon's side slipping out on the away goals rule - that after spurning a couple of excellent opportunities on their trek into deepest Latvia for the first leg.

That same Latvian side progressed into the UEFA Cup qualifiers to provide the opposition for a certain IF Elfsborg of Sweden. The Swedes won by the only goal of the tie, scored on their home patch - they now represent a formidable bouncer between St. Pats and a sustained involvement in Europe. They too are chasing a league title - just a single point behind the leaders after both have played 17 times, their defensive record commands a bow. They have conceded just once in Europe - just five in their domestic league. Pats will need to be at their fluid best to progress.

It is a mark of our progress that we anticipate second round matches nowadays. We are still learners at that stage - the odd heady third round moment a la Derry City and Shelbourne fans the dreams of group stage heaven. Cork's capitulation was uncharacteristic as they have been sturdy flag bearers in recent years. Setanta Cup participants Cliftonville, of the now defunct Irish Premier League (it's been jazzed up into an invitational league now) and widely regarded to be the best footballing team in Northern Ireland were on the wrong end of a 10-0 hiding against Copenhagen.

That sort of thing just doesn't happen to eircom League clubs anymore. Yet still we had Shoddy Collins pissing all over our game on the edges of Drogheda's two legs against the affluent Ukrainians of Dinamo Kyiv. There is no denying that the bad cop speaks some truth, he just seems to revel in garnishing that truth with a well-aimed elbow to the league. This a man who very recently attempted to get involved with Longford Town. Possibly he cannot compete with the verbal flourish of the good cop el Rico, opting instead to go the direct route with his negativity.

The Champions League is the Valhalla of club football. Only the juiciest, tenderest peas get to enter this moneyspinner; at present qualification for the Group Stages represents the summit of our ambitions. Thus, the pairing of Drogheda United and Dinamo Kyiv represented an ideal opportunity for us to measure our game against the worst that the Group Stage has to offer. Much fanfare was given to the fact that the Ukrainians have qualified for 10 of the last 11 Group Stages. It was also mentioned, in a less celebratory fashion, that these boys had failed to register a win in any of their group games last season.

Yet this side pulled Drogheda apart with the ease of a lion playing with a mouse. Their technique was excellent, their application less so. But one could have fit Roddy's mouth into the chasm in class and ability between the sides. One could have fit Roddy's mouth into the chasm in effort between the sides during the second leg. Workrate and application have always been the tools with which sides of inferior skill and technique from Northern Europe have levelled the playing field against more skilful but less hungry opposition.

Here were two fully professional sides who should both have been prepared and cosseted to the same prematch level. Both should have been equally fit. But after all the preparation there still exists the possibility that one side may be better organised or prepared than the other. Differences in skill and ability can be lessened by tactics; in a case such as Drogheda's often the 'in their face, deny them space' method is applied.

Paul Doolin's charges stretched every sinew and ligament to the nth degree. Every player gave 100% - contrary to some pundits' declarations of 110%. Still they were almost always second to the ball; their own efforts tired them so that often their own passes were tired and wanting. This was an uphill battle at every turn. Yet this is the level to which we aspire.

Throughout the pitch the Dinamo players were pacier, with greater control skill and technique - granted their defence was poorly organised. The difference here was in the playing staff - not one United player would make it into Dinamo's starting eleven. Obviously that's why such players are valued in millions of euro as opposed to tens of thousands. Yet this side struggle at group level in Champions League football.

We have a huge way to go in order to attract the quality of player required to sustain group qualification; lucky draws combined with freak results may allow us an adventure in the meantime. But Roddy does have a point.

The Platinum Bullet

2008-08-03T18:14:00.004+01:00

A couple of seasons back we were awaiting the dawn of the FAI's impending stewardship of the eircom League. Despite the misgivings held by many giving the ruling body's inglorious past, the promise of increased prize money and wider TV coverage proved a horse's mouth not to be looked into.

Effectively, the FAI's offer was the only one around and the ailing league had little to lose. Did the FAI know what they were facing into? Currently, keeping to the equine analogy, the ailing beast needs lead in the head; in the eyes of many. Notably, the same many are those who follow football but view the eircom League with disdain.

Whether or not we like to admit it the league as it stands is a soiled product. Our league champions have no main shirt sponsor - this is unheard of in modern football - Barca excepted - and points to everything that is wrong with how the league is viewed by potential sponsors.

I want the league to succeed; I want the youngsters of Ireland to grow up sporting Rovers, Bohs, Drogs etc. shirts. I want them to torment their parents top bring them to a game, to buy them everything in sight with a club logo on it. I want them to buy sticker books with photos of Tadhg Purcell, David Cassidy, Fabio, Joxer et al. But it's not going to happen.

We are taking welcome, incremental, steps to improving standards on and off the field. Necessary steps and the FAI must be complimented for their efforts to impose sturdier criteria upon participating clubs. The five-year participation agreements are, I believe, in their second year of existence. Clubs are feeling the growing pains; stories of financial meltdowns permeate the psyche of our target market.

Our target market is over 4 million strong - the people who don't attend live games. Usually, their interaction with anything eircom League comes via the latest bad news story relating to players not being paid or clubs going to the wall. I firmly beli8eve that if we threw open the gates at every eircom League game next weekend we would not struggle to cope with the extra numbers. Outside of our 20, 000 hardnuts, people are not interested.

We are regarded as freaks, cultists and saddos. We are. But there is a new show in town.

When a man like Fintan Drury attempts to become involved in Irish football we must welcome it. Drury brings a lot of kudos with him; beneath that svelte media friendly exterior beats a heart of platinum. This is not a man interested in dealing in sentiment - unless it can put buttocks on seats. Preferably big fat buttocks carefully cultivated at food outlets in football grounds up and down the island - obviously that rules Michael Keane out. Everyone is entitled to one cheap shot.

There is a sediment of good sentiment towards the halcyon days of Drums, Shels, Rovers and the packed stadia of the black & white era. But we have left those days behind us, surging past Skyplus to HD and Wii.

We are being offered the opportunity to start anew with 10 handpicked clubs from across the island. This may smack of franchise and elitism to traditionalists - gaudy bangles sell. Elitism begets aspiration. Put it on a pedestal, make it special. With the deepest respect to the so-called lesser clubs, there is a huge difference in the atmosphere at a Rovers / Derry game when compared to say, Rovers and Bray Wanderers.

A few eggs would have to be cracked, a few noses put out of joint; the dust will settle and our soiled product will have been replaced by one which would hopefully have sponsors clambering to be associated with the new dawn. Of course, the grounds will have to be vastly improved.

There cannot be a top club who do not privately welcome the opportunity presented by the Platinum One proposals. John Delaney has been hiding behind the IFA's intransigence. The Irish League is in even worse condition than its Southern cousin; they are introducing an invitational Premiership for the coming season. Linfield's resources dwarf even those of close rivals Glentoran; their annual Boxing Day (St. Stephen's Day to the Fenians amongst you) derby game attracts crowds of 12,000. Look further down and crowds are regularly in their hundreds as clubs struggle to exist and in some cases resemble progressive junior outfits.

What club board would turn down the chances of attracting 5 figure crowds for league games? Irish domestic football is the poor relation of sport in this country - here is someone offering us the chance to raise the profile of the game wearing a suit of new clothes fit for a king - hopefully not an emperor, though.

Max Moseley's Boots

2008-07-25T13:05:00.004+01:00

They're up in arms down in Killarney - the presence in the bowels of that tourist friendly town of a sex shop have added a whole new dimension to the Ring of Kerry. Coupled to that we have Catherine Thomas gushing in some tourism advertisement about her gallop on a beach somewhere in the Kingdom and it's safe to say that Max Moseley has probably booked his flight.

The F1 boss is sure to bring a stout pair of boots to enhance his preferred look - and they may come in handy for something else. The enduring pastime of League of Ireland slapping shows no sign of dieback in its popularity. News of developments, match reports, press releases and their ilk are usually to be found by searchers. There are occasional exceptions - and it would be blinkered to expect that what is almost a minority sport on this island would rub shoulders with horse racing and worldwide sports news.

Depressingly, those exceptions often come in the form of bad news stories. It seems as if the media at large are anticipating the death of our league and each is hovering expectantly, willing the exhalation of that final breath. The death notices are on file.

No sooner had I arrived at my place of slavery today than a newspaper was thrust into my chest by a man with jackboots, a Nazi uniform and a triumphant tone - 'there, eircom are pulling out.' As is standard, the headline was enough to prompt this behaviour; facts and details provide great problems for the slappers.

Doubtless, such scenes have been repeated across the country - wherever fans of football gather, they will enjoy a long piss on the grave of the eircom League. That certainly does sound bitter, but it never ceases to perplex me that people who profess to follow football can so readily dismiss the talents of the best footballers on our island. Is it because the teams are populated by 'failed footballers' - if not making Premiership grade in England constitutes a failed footballer, then the world is overstocked with failed footballers.

I am a football fan; I can appreciate and covet the exceptional gifts of the world's greatest - none of whom ply their trade in Ireland. I can covet and appreciate the talent of Keith Fahey, Owen Morrisson, Shane Robinson, Stephen Rice, Dave Mooney, Mark Quigley. I could go on. I can appreciate the talents of an Amateur League player, of an AUL player. We don't dismiss these because they haven't made it in England.

The league needs this that and the other - better everything essentially - maybe then we'll go to watch it, say the naysayers. We manage to attract investors. Investors are supporting clubs, paying greater wages to attract and retain players. Are they of a higher standard than in previous times? Maybe not. But they are fitter, better prepared, better conditioned. There is no player who will not benefit from fulltime application to his craft.

Investors have allowed certain clubs to indulge themselves with professional set-ups; we are grateful for their involvement. But then unsustainability is wheeled out. Everyone agrees that the game in it's current state is unsustainable; it is investment in a new future. Money ploughed in with the hope of improving the status of the game.

It is an uphill struggle, as their seems to be an inbuilt hatred for our game amongst our own people. When it comes to knocking, we top the medals table on our wee island. The chasm between the highest echelons of English football and the Premier Division here could accommodate Hairy Marney's rotund rectal area several times over. There's no argument. Is it an uncomfortable relic of our colonial subservience, causing us to feel deeply embarrassed at our seeming ineptitude in this area? Because we cannot compete, we dismiss. Ah, sure the eircom League is only a joke, no one in Ireland takes it seriously. We follow Celtic - they're Irish. Arsenal - they had Irish players once. Man U - Liam Whelan played for them. Sunderland are owned by the Irish.

By adopting this stance we are actually the proud followers of the holders of the Champions League and the plucky underdogs in Glasgow who we dream will come good one day. The eircom League is the handicapped child of yesteryear, cast into an institution and forgotten about. Until there's a titillating death notice to be scribed.

Rollcall

2008-07-18T14:38:00.009+01:00

The perennial division amongst eircom League fans regarding the benefits of summer soccer have yet again assumed their full blossom. Fertilised by the publicity surrounding financial difficulties at various clubs across the provinces, the gloomsayers are enjoying a feeding frenzy.

The crowds are worse; we can't/shouldn't be competing with GAA; everyone is on holidays; the pitches are too hard; the wages are too high. Repeat to fade.

Getting an accurate and universally accepted record of attendances is as difficult as getting a week of sunshine in our unfair isle, so figures quoted are often to be taken with a blob of coleslaw. I think that most folks accept that there was an improvement last term - the first season during which the club CPO's made their presence felt - but eye-witness and anecdotal evidence suggests that this hasn't been sustained. Fran Gavin recently said that this year's attendances are up 7% on last season's. Whilst it would warm my gonads to swallow this 'fact', I fear that I might catch an infection.

Event junkies - anyone who is of an age to recall the unprecedented fervour which surrounded Ireland's 5-game voyage through Italia '90 will have experienced first hand our penchant for jumping onto bandwagons. We truly are a nation of. Want a ticket for a Dubs league game at the 10,000 capacity Parnell Park? No problem. Want a ticket for a Dubs All-Ireland game at the 82,000 capacity Croker? Hmm, maybe. We truly are. Just shy of 2,750 paying customers entered Terryland Park for the midweek visit of Leeds United. - the Galwegians have been struggling to muster 1,000 of late - and this against a Third Division outfit from the English League. We truly.

Were we to revert to the winter season there would doubtless be decriers on all sides. What's the point in fixing a match on the same night as Sky are showing a live game? Etc. etc. Never mind the pitches...that Raiders feature on MNS causes our washing machine to whimper. Muck everywhere and the ball, like a giant lump of white tac, sticking to it. Such surfaces are most definitely not conducive to the beautiful game. What is the point of imbuing our young players with silky skills and then offering them substandard stages upon which to display them?

A fully professional league doesn't have to exist - it doesn't currently and never has. But all things find their own level and eventually the eircom League will find its. In an island of our size, the domestic league is a tiny tiller attempting to turn around long and deeply held convictions about its qualities and appeal. We are geographically disadvantaged, i.e. the most popular league in the world is on our doorstep and for decades Irish people have crossed the Irish Sea to take in English games rather than take a bus to a League Of Ireland match. This is not going to change overnight, if at all.

The FAI have committed themselves to raising the profile of the league. They have grasped a painful nettle. Following years of self-administration, incumbent clubs were often guilty of shoddy practises regarding accounts and general admin. Cracks could be papered over without too much questioning; brown envelopes have played an important part in this nation's past. To leave that era behind requires the removal of dinosaurs and biros, to be replaced by eager beavers and PC's.

There can never be advancement without investment - sugar daddies will never be defunct in football - Chelsea FC are a testament to that. We must welcome the interest of their wallets and use them to improve facilities and playing staff. Better money attracts better players. Better players achieve better results in Europe. Victory in Europe raises profile. Profile attracts interest. These are ideals, but we cannot improve without aspiration.

There were certainly many who mocked at man's early efforts to fly - there were many mistakes made along the way. Had nobody tried and failed we would still be dreaming of air travel. The eL in its current guise is an imperfect creature. Pats, Bohs and Drogheda are on Viagra, while many others complain of headaches.

The aforementioned intervention of the FAI included the introduction of the 65% wage cap. This is the first season of the rule and we have seen the likes of Waterford, Sligo and Galway United come a cropper. This is a negative view however. In each case, the clubs are acknowledging the necessity to cut their cloth and are in the throes of same. Speculate to accumulate, closely followed by two steps forward and one step back. Incremental change bringing incremental improvement. It boggles the mind to consider that were Cristiano to give up a few days pay he could salve the sores of Sligo Rovers.

It won't happen overnight; it certainly won't happen if brave and dedicated individuals don't take the plunge. It might all go horribly wrong - it might not. What have we got to lose? The pieces can be picked up and reassembled and we will be no worse off than before.

Yes, there is a way to go. Some grounds are woeful, some pitches likewise. Clubs will continue to struggle to keep up with the haves - this is the case in every league across the world. I am not glibly claiming that a rising tide will raise all boats - boats will find their own level, but it must be allowed to happen. We are in the fledgling stages of change for the better, not simply for change sake.

We're Fluxxed

2008-07-03T17:06:00.004+01:00

No AIL! No problem with providing the extra money for the Landsdowne Road overrun. Clubs balancing on precarious financial tightropes to sustain professionalism and competitiveness. Advertisemnets, CPO's, initiatives, lures, special offers.

We are trying it all and this week I bring my 11 year-old nephew to his first eL game. A fairweather football fan whose knowledge doesn't carry much more depth than the sticker albums he treasures. Begotten of parents with no interest in sport he was been assuaged with Barca jerseys purchased on a visit to the Camp Nou - while holidaying in Salou - and latterly a Portugal top courtesy of a June holiday on the Algarve.

His lifeplan is to become rich and famous, preferably through playing football. He hasn't joined a club yet, so progress has been hindered somewhat. This particular Celtic Cub attended his first 'live' game when Ireland last graced Croke Park - this is what he will measure the meeting of Shamrock Rovers and Cobh Ramblers against.

Sugared up to his follicles, the presence of Keane & Co. in the flesh was enough to maintain his mood on what was a memorable occasion for him. Obviously, I haven't yet explained where we are headed tomorrow - other than to say we are going to a game. There will be much groundwork done on the journey to Tolka Park and it's whatever you fancy at the chipper.

We need goalmouth action aplenty, unforgettable goals and saves. Moments of skill and crunching tackles; and plenty of noisy atmosphere. I cringe when thinking about how I am to explain the vast expanses of red plastic seating, untouched by human arses.

Bohemians invited the entire population of DCU to a game recently. Finn Harps allowed all kids in free last week. On neither occasion were the clubs in question overcome by the sheer force of population descending upon their aged stadia. In fact, last week's Harps v Bray fixture was remarkable for the poor attendance at Finn Park.

Realistically, Irish domestic football is the anti - M50 toll booth of sport. Time and time again motoring organisations and lobbyists - Senator Shane Ross notable amongst them - called upon the authorities to allow traffic to pass through without stopping at the M50 toll booth for just one day. They contended that we would see such an improvement in traffic flow that it would be folly not to eliminate tolls for good and bask in the serenity of free-flowing traffic around our capital city.

Of course, the b's that power were never going to cede to such a request - once it worked they were royally f'd and all that lovely toll money would be lost. Painful as it is to type - were all eircom League grounds to throw open their gates to the populace tomorrow I suggest that the increase in attendance would be minimal. A few curious schooligans intent on rustling up trouble of course...maybe a dog or two. Most folk wouldn't cross the road to bother attending an eL game- even a free one.

This is the low base from whence we climb. People's realities have been polluted by multiple camera angles and replays with HD pictures and Dolby Digital Surround sound. This weekend its 'Build Me Up Buttercup' and 'Don't Let Me Down' Hoops and Rams. My maths tells me that if we can all attract one more fan, then we double attendances.

Rovers In Recession

2008-06-26T15:09:00.005+01:00

Not so long ago all was fertile in the Garden of Rovers. A decent squad of players performing well, combined with an ambitious manager and supportive board were leading the faithful to the Promised Land in Tallaght. A club in crisis for much of the last 20 years, things are turning from KRAM to crap at one of the island's best-known clubs.

The ignominy of relegation from the Premier Division under the stewardship of Roderick Collins OBB provided the Hoops' long-suffering followers with a new low back in 2005. An eight-point deduction didn't help their cause as the always proud club finished second from bottom - notably, St. Pats finished that campaign just one place above Rovers.

Enter, stage left, Pat Scully. Young, hungry, ambitious. Fresh from an uplifting stint in charge of the now defunct Kilkenny City, he revitalised the club taking them straight back up to the Premier Division courtesy of a First Division title. Playing a brand of honest and refreshing football, his young side won many admirers and the future looked orange for the former Rovers centre-half.

In the new Ireland of professional footballers, the Hoops acquitted themselves admirably during the earliest stages of their return to the topflight. But some of the wheelnuts on the bus were loosening. Tales emerged of the bosses strict demands and standards - not all part-time footballers were suited to such a regime - Scully wasted no time in weeding them out. The 2007 campaign petered out - fans were in forgiving mood - happy with what had been achieved and optimistic about the future.

The winds of change showed no mercy during the winter of 2007/08. Many of Rovers' bright young things were cast aside in favour of more established eL players such as Darragh Maguire, Alan Murphy and Dessie Baker as PS sought to improve his squad's chances of success. In the meantime players such as Ger Rowe, Jamie Duffy, Dave O'Connor and David Cassidy had been cast aside.

The fledgling leadership of the club continued to place their trust in their appointment. The newish boss was shaping the club in his own image from bottom to top - his dynamism seemed perfectly suited to the boards' future plans. Once the Thomas Davis debacle was sorted they would be moving into their new home in Tallaght. With a reputation already established at grassroots level in the area, they were anticipating greater support and financial backing - for Rovers too, the future was orange.

But recent developments have caused much headscratching and backbiting amongst the Hooperatzi. Following a very public falling out with then Bohs boss Sean Connor - reputed to be the fastest manager around an office desk in eL football - Stephen Rice parted company with the Phibsboro club. Delighted Rovers fans welcomed the signing of Rice - young, energetic and dedicated to his game - he was exactly the type of player favoured by Pat Scully and seemingly a perfect foil for the manager's ambition.

Dreams came through, Rice was all Hoops fans had hoped for and more, quickly becoming a firm favourite at the Drumcondra end of Richmond Road. A 1-0 win on the opening week of the season at champions Drogheda United raised spirits, hopes and ambitions even higher on the terraces. Three wins and a draw from their opening four games was as expected and Scully could do no wrong.

Strangely, for a player who had left Rovers following a disagreement with then boss Liam Buckley - Pat Scully was now the man dishing out the P45's. His obdurate professionalism left little room for queries or opinions from his playing staff. His supposedly gruff exterior at club social gatherings did little to endear him to fans. Such qualities are adored by football fans when their team is successful, or travelling cleanly along the road to same. Its all about points and prizes for the paying punters. Even poor fare is acceptable to most, so long as it produces results. Italian managers have lived off it for decades.

That bright opening to the 2008 campaign was followed up with a run of 10 games without a win. There are always mitigating circumstances - but the fans were struggling to keep faith with a team that seemed to be slipping backwards. A welcome cup win over last season's cup conquerors Sligo Rovers provided some welcome relief; a return to winning ways against a wilting Galway United side was their first three-point haul since their trip to Terryland Park in March.

Then came the announcement that Alan Murphy was being allowed to leave, along with the news of Stephen Rice's transfer listing. Officially, Rice has requested a transfer - realistically, Scully is seen as having run him out of the club by many fans. Has Pat Scully finally over-extended himself? When the results are good fans can easily overlook the negatives and boards and mangers can do pretty much as they wish. That is not currently the case at Shamrock Rovers. They have slipped backwards since last term; the turnover of players has been high. Many question the manager's judgement - after all, it is he who is bringing in the players that he eventually elbows out, claiming they are not good enough for Shamrock Rovers.

Stephen Rice epitomised all that was good for the future of the soon to be Tallaght-based club. 2009 would dawn in brilliant orange with Rovers an established and significant Premier Division force. Scully's gruff ways are threatening that glowing vista for the 400 Club. As things stand, that dawn will take place without Stephen Rice. Recent results have undermined Scully's once iconic standing among the green and white deliria of Tolka Park. Is this a job for el Rico?

Ah, jaysus, no!

Football's Coming Home

2008-06-19T16:41:00.007+01:00

'Brilliant Orange' - The Neurotic Genius of Dutch Football; the title of a wonderful football book by David Winner; is a phrase which has sprung to my lips a few times recently. It was oft said that if the Dutch inhabited Ireland they would feed the world. However, our fair isle ended up with the Royal Dutch - that too has the ability to produce neurotic genii.

Like a teenage boy wrestling with his hormones, I tend to avoid watching football other that eircom League, preferring to immerse myself in our beautiful game. I shelve this purgatory for the last 16 of the Champions League, the World Cup and latterly any games for which I can wrestle the remote from the Hollyoaks fans. Maybe it's a personality flaw, but once I have experienced the glory of full-fat cream I suffer withdrawal symptoms when returning to the slimline variety.

The Dutch apart, Euro 2008 hasn't reached those heights for me yet - but as a longtime fan of total football I become myopic in the presence of Brilliant Orange. Given our brief vacuum it could have been easy to be roped in by the glamour & glitz of the billiard table surfaces, modern stadia replete with colourful supporters and the flashes of footballing excellence. Oh and the new ball of course.

But the eL is back this weekend. Again I will inhale the atmosphere of Dalymount when Rovers or Pats are in opposition - Tolka, when one of the above visit the Hoops - anywhere where the Drogs, Derry or Cork are playing. Close to the pitch; close enough to hear Scully screaming, Nutsy losing his cool, Johnny Mc going hoarse - its like interactive football. Then away at half time to do a Wii.

The stuff beamed from Switzerland and Austria is a world or two removed from the fare served up from Finn Park to Terryland Park to Kingspan Century Park to Ferrycarrig Park - a footballing version of Quiddich, where almost anything seems possible and every angle is covered by a camera. we are close enough to wonder why Domenech hasn't plucked his nasal hair.

Then there's Richmond Park. Set in the unassuming 'hood of Inchicore, this is where Total Football Ireland is most often served up. The return to match-fitness of Joe Ndo is a huge boon to the Saints; how Johnny Mc would fit him into the team was the biggest problem it presented. With Keith Fahey ablaze and Gary Dempsey dovetailing nicely while Michael Keane scrabbled around the wastebins of Inchicore for 'Buy One-Get One Free' vouchers, all was well in the Pats central midfield area. Conveniently McDonnell was baled out by Fahey's injury last time out, but he has a decision to make this weekend.

Whilst the Inchicore side have played an attractive brand of football a la the Orangemen, Bohs have reflected the efforts of Germany. Generally effective, rarely breathtaking and impossible to discount - their stoic ways have taken them to the summit.

As always there are surprises - we wouldn't bother to watch football if it didn't throw up regular disappointments and bewildering outcomes. Throw in the unexpected and unavoidable and you end up with Shamrock Rovers languishing, Bray Wanderers floating and Galway United sinking. We are fast approaching the final throw of the dice - the knockout stages if you will; beleaguered bosses searching for wayward players whose careers they can resurrect without parting with large chunks of watermarked paper. Bemonied bosses diminishing the opposition threat by plucking the finest fruit from their squads, keeping the second tier where they belong in football's survival of the fittest.

Is Faz finally leaving Sligo? The People's Favourites can no longer dream of cup success. The league marathon favours the big squads - they will require an inordinate amount of good fortune to progress into the top four at season's end - Croatia could win Euro 2008, but they had just 3 league games to play before the winner takes all of the knockout stages. The countdown continues.

The Tightrope Walkers

2008-06-10T19:07:00.006+01:00

With the midseason break approaching and league action sidelined in favour of knockout competition, we could be forgiven for putting down our pens and stretching wearily. Only one all-Premier tie to capture the imagination, not many shocks around - in all, a quiet 3rd round. It was, however, pre-empted by a new genre of announcement - The Admission. Firstly, league kingpins Drogheda United entered the confessional, Chairman Vincent Hoey did the talking on behalf of the club's board. Essentially, Hoey was warning of the impending meltdown should the god-fearing folk Meath County Council fail to pass the Louth club's application for the rezoning of lands to facilitate United's proposed stadium development on lands in Meath. It's history now, given that the league champs scored a 25-0 win at the relevant meeting, and in these focussed times of Leaving Cert study I am reliably informed that such a majority constitutes more than the requisite 75%. The prayers for which the popular chairman had called were abundantly answered and Drogheda would not be slipping into an abyss of despair and debt. Although there are invariably those who feel that such a decline is no more than the Louth club deserve, given their splash-the-cash frivolity over the last few seasons, it would have painted a bleak picture of our leagues current status. Especially when taken in tandem with the subsequent events at Galway United. Wes Charles 13 apps. Steven O'Flynn 4 & 2 as sub. Daryl Robson 1. Ciaran Foley 3. John Lester 5 & 1 as sub. Alvin Rouse 0. Greg O'Halloran's wage had already been shipped out to Shels until July - he too is surplus to budget at Terryland Park. This was an obvious example of the strict new conditions which eL clubs are bound by - the salary cap et al - taking a large nip a professional squad during the fledgling days of increased professionalism in the eL. In some ways such events can be construed as car crash management. The optimists amongst us can be heartened by the attitude of the Galway board - they are keen to keep on top of things at all costs. Their course of action will hardly endear them to potential signings; their standing amongst pro footballers diminished. Rumblings of discontent have emanated from United Park for similar reasons. The Board were reputed to be stalling on contract talks with up to nine players pending the outcome of the vote by MCC. Such instability in any place of employment causes restlessness to permeate through all strata. These boards are populated by pioneers and risk-takers. We need steady heads and strong hands during these early days of our enhanced professionalism. True, we are still situated at a busy intersection - an area fraught with danger but filled with potential - like taking your shiny new motor onto the roundabout at the Arc de Triomphe. Many euros have been invested for scant return; in the hope of building something better; in the hope of being on any European gravy train that may be coming or leaving from these shores. All this in the face of indomitable opposition from the world's most powerful football product on our neighbouring island. That's not to dismiss the efforts being made by other stalwarts at various other club's across the league. For us hurler's (apologies) on the ditch these are exciting times. We stand on the lip the of greatness or the brink of total collapse. This push may well be the last that the domestic game will see; failure is unthinkable.

As such, every success is to be cherished, every sideways step to be accepted for what it is - prudent, hopefully. The two steps forward, one step sideways strategy will hopefully build firmer foundations than those upon which previous titanic collapses have occurred.

Doubtless, failure will not deter those who have held the mouths of League of Ireland football above the water for countless years - they will continue in their roles as always. Meanwhile we can follow the dream. That elusive spot in the group stages of the Champions League - will it be Galway United, Drogs, Pats, Bohs, Derry, Cork??

The Celine Dion Factor

2008-06-05T13:53:00.005+01:00

Hers was the name on every sweaty pair of lips that arrived late into the romantic surroundings of Dalymount Park on Friday night last. Floodlight issues had forced kick-off time to be moved forward to 19.15, inconveniently colliding with the slightly larger following for the aforementioned diva, who were thronging in their tens of thousands to GAA HQ.

'Twas a beautiful summer's evening in leafy Phibsboro as this straggler strode purposefully towards the ground from the Northside. It was slightly depressing to note that there was nothing around me to suggest that an eL Premier Division game was soon to start less than 50 metres away. At least when the Hoops are providing the opposition the place is replete with hungry dogs and Gardai on horses. I don't mean that the dogs are on the horses with the Gardai.

As ever, some hardy souls had made the four-hour trek from the Northwest, and they had the Rovers manger sat in their midst. Whether or not this modified their abuse of underperforming players I could not tell. To my mind, few of the visiting side underperformed on the night.

It seems as if every ground you visit now features an overly large person with childish features - sometimes cartoonish - wandering around waving, dancing and generally being friendly to uncomfortable victims. The Bohs version of this phenomenon bears a strong resemblance to Dennis the Menace, but is as yet nameless.

On the field of play it was a case of Fenn is the Menace for the Gypsys. Pat Fenlon deserves credit for revitalising the career of a player who was in danger of being washed up following a disastrous season under the guidance of Sean Connor. Bohs held territorial sway for much of the first half as the visitors adapted to the absence of centre-half Mauro Almeida and Benin-bound striker Romauld Boco. The reluctance of Rovers' central defenders to be drawn out of position by Fenn was crucial to the game's opening goal. He collected, was watched, was watched, played a 1-2, was watched, shaped to shoot, was approached - too late. A rapier-like effort cut low into Pat Jennings' right hand corner.

It's my first time to see Paul Cook's side in the flesh and I am impressed. They recover their composure to finish the half in the ascendancy. Apart from one of those special PJ moments - he dwells on a clearance, only to eventually whack it against Glenn Crowe; the runaway ball sails over the bar - there is little threat to their goal.

In the battle of the attacking full-backs it was current title-holder Owen Heary who bossed the opening half; Seamus Coleman was to the fore after the break. His side may well have fared better had they been able to supply their front two with ball to their feet. With the double-lock of Ken Oman and Liam Burns breathing down their spines, any other type of delivery seemed pointless. That said, such was Sligo's second half dominance that Fenn slipped again into that near obscurity from whence he had been rescued. With the anonymous Jason Byrne already withdrawn from his midfield role, it was Glenn Crowe who made way for Rovers' old-boy Darren Mansaram.

Fenlon's persistence with Byrne on the right may be a passing thing - no pun intended - but he has never been more than an average footballer with an eye for goal. His contribution from midfield is limited to the mundanities of average footballers. Back to Mansaram - within a couple of minutes of his introduction the lanky striker had burst free of his marker. Ultimately there was little danger, yet the Bohs faithful cheered his effort loudly. So loudly as to belie their collective nervousness.

A game which captivated began to see-saw as the final fifteen minutes ticked down. For all their territorial dominance and abundant possession it was striking to note that Brian Murphy had yet to be seriously tested by the Bit o'Red. PJ too was enjoying a sedentary second half. With fewer than ten minutes remaining, Joxer Kelly & Mansaram linked on the outskirts of the Sligo penalty area.

Thit Joxer ar an talamh. Bhi se in san bhosca. Pionos. Apologies for lack of fadas. It seemed a soft peno from this vantage point, but the injured party was forced to withdraw from the action. Killian Brennan added to his reputation by netting the spot-kick. Sligo hearts hung low - this was yet another of those harsh footballing lessons. Whilst they digested it, Brennan added a second.

It was tough on Rovers after they had turned in a fine performance for most of this match. Anto Murphy revealed another side to his game following his long-throw party-piece years at Pats. Coleman's forward forays are effective, but his inexperience was betrayed by his willingness to over-carry late in the proceedings. Possibly a sign of the youngster's frustration and, conversely, his ability to shine on a bigger stage.

Cook will grow tired of empty plaudits - yes his side play a neat and attractive brand of football - they are a match for the top sides, but remain a notch below. Hopefully cup success comes their way, it will provide the backroom staff and off-field drays with renewed vigour for their difficult tasks.

What of Bohs - after all, they ran out clear winners against such a talented side. The Gypsys will fail to excite throughout this campaign. It is not Nutsy's style. He has quickly crafted an effective unit. Not for them the 4-3 win, or the 4-3 defeat; just the points. 1-0 will do. They are tough to break down, Fenlon would sleep a little easier if they were a little more potent - but Bohs will present a stiff challenge to anyone who fancies wresting the title from the stuttering Drogheda United this term.

Armraiser

2008-05-29T14:23:00.009+01:00

Why do we need analysts? Is it because they know more about football than the rest of us? Maybe it's for the dimmer members of the viewing public, those people who need to be taken to the puddle to have their nose rubbed in it before they realise that there is a puddle there. Of course, for the purposes of a live game, two pairs of eyes sre better than one - and the fact that we don't have a dozen or so cameras at our games means that we can do with eagle-eyed observers.

It is one of the greatest differences between the live experience and the live TV experience - the ability to cast an eye from one end of the pitch to the other, unrestrained by the squawks of an anxious director. If it's good enough for eL Rico to look at his defence when his side are attacking, well then I deem it to be good enough for me.

The aforementioned cameras where wheeled out for our viewing pleasure in the leafy suburb of Inchicore this week. Felix and Large David bored us with their prematch patter as we waited for battle to commence. Yet another mascot! We have more of them than CPO's now. Like abundant nephews & nieces, it's difficult to remember the names.

The game disappointed, as crucial title clashes often do. More so in the first half, when the sides cancelled each other out. The second half spectacle was a major improvement for neutrals and Bohs fans; on-pitch action allowed us to concentrate on the field of play rather than on the inane comments picked up by pitchside mikes.

Defeat would not be inconsequential for the home side; nor would it extinguish their title challenge. They seemed somehow subdued throughout this game - a brief period, post-goal apart. John McDonnell's side have already acquitted themselves better than they did last term. A horrendous injury list was absorbed with the ease of a snake swallowing a bishop's ring. I'm not sure where that came from.

The win in Sligo signalled the intensity of their title challenge; the defeat by Bohs signalled the extent of their limitations. In the gusset heat of such games it has become cliched to cite the moment of individual brilliance/individual mistake scenario. In their two meetings with the Gypsys this season, the Saints have produced the crucial moments. Keith Fahey's wundergoal will linger long in the memory - a moment of rare skill exquisitely executed. Of such wondrous ingredients is the beautiful game formed.

Players being stretchered off, tackles over the ball - these have no place in the beautiful game. Centre-halves standing with an arm raised, head turned towards a referee's assistant - this too. Damien Lynch epitomises the good pro. Reliable and consistent without ever taking centre-stage, he has found himself in the limelight thrice on TV this season. His winner against Shamrock Rovers; his first-half opportunity against Bohs and his armraiser later in the same game.

Johnny McDonnell must be commended for not throwing Lynch to the lions in his post-match interviews; it indicates his increasing professionalism before the microphone - I was unable to see his post-goal reaction from the sofa. There were three crucial points at stake on Tuesday night - never mind that 'it's not important to be on top in May' guff. Every point is important in a title race. To win in your nearest rivals' backyard is a satisfying humiliation of your opponents. To lose to a self-inflicted wound is equally humiliating.

Be aware of the amount of training a professional player puts in; be aware of the preparation the coaching staff put into preparing players for their individual contests, for the collective requirements of the team. When, at any level in football has a player practised raising their arm in the air? It has no place in football. As a tactic, it transfers responsibility from players unto officials. Officials are not part of either team; they have not trained and rehearsed with the competitors - why then should a player believe that an official is going to do his job for him?

Lynch was close enough to Glen Crowe when the ball arrived within their compass - rather than play football - the task for which he has been contracted - the defender chose to raise his arm while turning to the referee's assistant in anticipation of a favourable judgement. This is the stuff of lottery. Meanwhile, nearby, another gambler was taking his chances. Wily warrior Crowe was in transit . No longer renowned for his pace, artistry or silken touch, it wasn't going to matter this time. Bohs' all-time topscorer had been afforded the freedom of a fart on a crowded Dart. Unfettered, unchallenged, he had all the time and space required, plus a little extra, to deliver his killer pass.

Stephen Brennan may well have played Crowe onside - he made an effort to redeem himself by heading towards his own box in an effort to snuff out the threat. Meanwhile Damien Lynch had finally realised that his side were in trouble. Alas, he was no longer in a position to affect the outcome. Nonetheless, professional pride dictated that he be seen to make an attempt to be in the vicinity of the goal when the inevitable happened. His eventual arrival had all the punctuality of an Irish bride's.

On such minute fulcrums pivot the differences betwixt leading a title race and chasing a title. Pats may well have to face a fine following the introduction of Joseph Ndo. He sparkled all too briefly, like an illegal red flare, before going up in smoke. Gary Fitzpatrick was rapidly snaffled up by the impressive pairing of Oman and Burns. Strangely, the former Drogheda striker replaced Mark Quigley when it seemed Quigley would provide a better foil. The Inchicoremen are light up top - outside of Quigley & O'Neill they possess few realistic alternatives.

Pat Fenlon has added belief to Bohs; his title-winning experience can be seen in the steel which runs through his side. Neale Fenn languished in anticipation of Nutsy's second coming - the wait has been worth it, for we are seeing the best of one of the eL's most influential footballers. Jason Byrne has been forced into a supporting role - he deserves an award for his incisive first-time pass which set Crowe on his way for the game's only goal. Critically, it was Fenn who set Byrne up.

We are set up nicely now for a tight title race; Pats & Bohs are evenly matched as of now, resources may be made available during the transfer window; both face European exhaustions. It may all boil down to managerial nous and nerve, hopefully not armraisers.

33% Off

2008-05-21T14:00:00.005+01:00

Any wouldbe scribe would be a foolish wouldbe scribe were he/she not to avail of the opportunity presented when a title race reaches a significant point in the race. not only is this now the case in the Premier Division, but likewise in it's poor relative, the First Division.

Much like our ailing health system - epitomised by the fine figure of health that presides over the labyrinthine service - the second tier of our domestic league has established a two-tier society. 6 points separate the top four sides - no surprise to see Shelbourne, Dundalk, Waterford United and the Sporting Fingal franchise occupy the private beds. After yet another turbo-boosted opening to a First Division title assault, Dundalk have just experienced the first lag of their campaign. Their three game winless run has - unfortunately for Lilywhites supporters - coincided with a golden run of wins for rivals Shelbourne. Dermot Keely strengthened his squad considerably during the winter and they have begun to gel nicely now. Anto Flood's 12 goal haul has been bolstered by David Freeman's six. Flood's flood of goals will surely be attracting the attention of barren Premier Division clubs; Shels are not exactly in a position to turn down a good offer.

Contrast that rich artery of striking form with John Gill's side - midfielders David Cassidy & Jamie Duffy have accumulated nine goals between them, while Dundalk have failed to find the net during their last two outings - Robbie Martin's return to fitness may be a help, but it's clear that the Orielmen need their strikers to come up with the goods. Waterford are still in the hunt but will need to improve their away points haul if they are to steer themselves into top spot. Alas, Gareth Cronin's efforts may yet be undone by the club's unravelling financial problems.

Liam Buckley's Wild Geese are another side settling into some form and remain unbeaten against the three sides above them. Those three draws will need to be converted into wins during the remaining two-thirds of the season if they are to figure in the final shake-up for promotion. The Morton Stadium men can only improve as they play together, so there remains some room for optimism for the North Dublin outfit.

Fifth placed Longford Town trail the newcomers by a further seven points. Their total of 14 points separates last season's FAI Cup runners-up from bottom dwellers Athlone Town. The midtable area seems to be floored with the kind of material used for bungee jumping. Sides string two, three, maybe even four good results together before slipping back into mediocrity.

No one has been cast adrift yet, and Athlone are showing signs of life following an injury-hit opening third. Wexford Youths are improving now that they have a full season under their braces - Monaghan United and Kildare Town flatter to deceive, then don't deceive at all. They shall continue to offer only rare threats to the title chaser. Things are still in flux down in limerick - next season's name change may provide the fanfare for significant improvement - Mike Kerley was given little time to attract the kind of talent he covets to Jackman Park.

And the Premier shall be last.... pre-season predictions lay scattered and torn following the opening eleven series of games. There is still time for errant disappointers to turn the tide, but it will be a tall order for the likes of Cork City, Shamrock Rovers and Drogheda United to establish a foothold in the title chase now.

As with Dundalk, the sight of St. Pats screeching away from the starting line to open up a sizeable gap is a not unfamiliar one. As with Dundalk, the sight of that run ending in a single vehicle collision is a not unfamiliar one. That said, the Saints have weathered the absence of an entire backline well. This signifies a resilience that wasn't so apparent in 2007. Joseph Ndo's campaign of non-intervention has been forgotten thanks to the powerful form of Keith Fahey. Ryan Guy continues to improve - Michael Keane might be deemed surplus to requirements. A topscorers table surprisingly replete with midfielders, yet devoid of a runaway hotshot is totemic of where the Saints might suffer further down the line. There is little pressure on Messrs. Quigley and O'Neill - Glen Fitzpatrick's talents don't extend to overdosing on goals.

Pat Fenlon has brought a solid look to Bohs in a very short space of time. He has nurtured Neale Fenn back into the kind of form which tormented and confused centre-halves during his best years at Cork City. Fenn's return to the centre stage is a welcome one for any follower of the league. Sean Connor had established a reluctance to concede goals - it was clear all that the problems lay up front for the Big Club. While I am far from being Glenn Crowe's biggest fan - he too has been temporarily revitalised by Nutsy's presence. Jason Byrne sat on the bench against Cork City when he might have been sitting on the bench at Wembley Stadium. We haven't seen a lot of him - although his touch to set up Rossiter's matchwinner against Cork was excellent. We are unlikely to witness floods of goals at Dalymount Park - Nutsy's nerve-wracking 'one will do' strategy appears to prevail.

Derry City currently repose in third spot - this was unexpected. With rumours circulating regarding Pat McCourt's future it seems the Candystripes may soon be without their most gifted player. City are the chief beneficiaries of the unexpected form of Cork City and to a lesser degree Drogheda United. The Drogs are experiencing the difficulties of retention. The recent draw with Pats was a blow to their plans - the defeat at Bray the previous week bore mitigating circumstances. With Guy Bates, Fabio and Shane Barrett still to reach top gear, surely things can only improve by the Boyne.

Less optimism pervades around Turner's Cross. Alan Matthews maiden season has been beset with disappointment thus far. His side have looked defensively unsound; this has undone the quick settling in of Dave Mooney up front. There seems to be a lack of cohesion and direction at times when the Leesiders take to the field. Dan Murray is not his usual self; his sloppy clearance followed by sloppy marking, allowed Jason Byrne the freedom of Phibsboro last Sunday; freedom that Byrne used to set up the winning strike. Pat Sullivan and Cillian Lordan are decent centre-halves at best; that best is not good enough for a title challenge. Matthews may need more time to come to grips with the quality at his disposal - that will be too long in terms of their title challenge for the newly professional manager.

The Rovers would both have been anticipating a season of top half residency; maybe a Cup final to keep the fans happy. Paul Cook continues to win admirers for his unfussy work at the Showgrounds. He has introduced some exotica to the Northwest outpost in the form of Mauro Almeida and Romauld Boco. Both have been instant hits and the Bit O'Red possess greater strength in depth this term. Holding on to Faz is the next challenge for Cook. Pat Scully made sweeping changes at Tolka Park - they have proven to be unwise. Gone is the youthful energy that wore teams down in 2007; gone is the unquestioning work ethic, as battleworn journeymen began to populate the vacancies. The lure of 2009 and a return to Tallaght will keep the fans happy for a while.

Bray Wanderers had a recent rush of blood which surprised many - Sligo brought them back to reality last time out. Eddie Gormley has finally managed to instil some self-belief into some talented players, but midtable safety looks like their highest hope this term. A similar outcome would suit UCD - worryingly for Pete Mahon that eternally 'difficult to win in' venue has become equally difficult for his side to win in. 8 points and one win is a poor return for the Students who need to convert ones into threes before long.

Jeff Kenna's revolution at Galway United means that bottom spot is again up for grabs - United again are struggling to win at home - in the short term any win will do for the Westerners. The new boss has steadied the ship, Cobh and Finn Harps - along with UCD- are hovering into their crosshairs. It's difficult to see anything other than a season of struggle for the division's newcomers. A long list of injuries undermined Harp's hopes of a good start - they are now working from a position of adversity and that brings added pressures. Both sides have woeful away records coupled with no more than adequate home hauls. Cobh are in danger of believing the weekly hard luck stories.

What's it all about? Points. What do points mean?

What Not To Wear

2008-05-15T15:12:00.004+01:00

Last week it Sligo Rovers' shorts; midweek it was the U-23 international sides' hosiery. Our problems with clashing clothing make for frustrating reading; although not nearly as frustrating as being forced to wait for almost twenty five minutes while both camps argue over the wrongs and rights of who wears what.

Already, men are in danger of achieving homo erectus status in both the home and the workplace as we find ourselves continually submerged into a politically correct world which prevents us from behaving like ignorant schoolboys when we feel the need. One of the last bastions - fading fast - is the secure anonymity offered from within a crowd of football supporters.

There existed a time when my male work colleagues discussed ad nauseum the minutiae of whatever football had been broadcast on TV the previous evening. No football? Golf, even cricket FFS. I can handle tennis; the ladies game is well worth any red-blooded males' afternoon, regardless of the prevailing outdoor conditions.

Strangely, the more football that was available, the less people seemed to watch it - an unscientific observation I know. The creeping disease that is the soap opera began to take a grip; Coronation Street replaced ManUre; Eastenders stood in for West Ham. I must point out that we were still in the dull ages of eircom League presentation here and live eL games were non-existent. Constant ear bashings from me stood no chance against the commands of the Remote Control Queens.

In the meantime we have been - and are - trying to attract families to football. In truth, we won't turn anyone away - Cork City are exempted from this - but families usually contain females. A natural progression follows.

Fashion & celebrity bestride lowbrow television nowadays - the indolent masses absorb shiteloads of the stuff. This obsession has produced a spin-off; fashionistas make comfortable livings off the back of clueless dressers. You need to wear this sort of top, that length of shorts - stripes not hoops. You can't put this colour with that - it's a fashion no-no.

It has been alleged that referees have been receiving instructions from Trinny & Susannah - the high priestesses of 'What Not To Wear'. Be afraid, then be afraider - next they will be telling us what to wear when attending matches. The 'I'm wearing this because it hides the sauce and beer stains' school of fashion will be mercilessly washed away by a tsunami of taste and wardrobe essentials. You have been warned. Our match officials will be striding onto the pitch with all the bodysway and swagger they can muster. Seductively waving the matchballs around in synchronised movements - forget about mascots. Elegant poses will be struck by lineos as they hold their flags aloft. Referees will be demanding better twirls from those players whose shirt numbers they need to note.

Whether or not they will have time to hone their observational skills remains to be seen - or should that be unseen? Referees, like great artists, see the world through different eyes.

Fulltime Draw

2008-05-03T19:19:00.008+01:00

Shamrock Rovers - six games without a win - this after a start which produced wins at Drogheda and Galway, a draw in Cork and victory over Bray Wanderers. Derry City - four games without a League goal - this after a start which saw them take maximum points from Drogheda United and St. Pats, while securing a draw in Cork.

So where better to spend a balmy Friday evening than at Tolka Park watching two out of form sides attempt to reignite their flailing fortunes? That is a rhetorical question. There is still plenty of optimism around Shamrock Rovers - even if all is not living up to expectations on the field of play, there is good news off it. News that there will be a bevy of bum cleavage around the Tallaght Stadium from May 12th has clearly excited Hoops supporters; that energy was palpable as the newly inducted mascots shook hands with sundry and all as both sets of players went through their prematch routines.

There were several changes to Pat Scully's first eleven - some forced - others chosen. With hari-kari defender Pat Flynn ruled out through a self-inflicted suspension and Danny O'Connor failing a fitness test, it fell upon the relatively untried shoulders of Corey Treacy to defend Rovers' left flank. Tadhg Purcell was another absentee; Eoin Doyle stepped into his boots to partner Padraig Amond up front. Stephen Rice was moved onto the right hand side of midfield, with Darragh Maguire protecting the silken touch of Eric McGill in the centre. The erratic endeavours of Sean O'Connor were consigned to the bench as David Tyrell made his seasonal bow; taking up a position ahead of fellow debutant Treacy. Barry Ferguson was ushered in to partner the recuperating Aidan Price at centre half. Elsewhere Ger O'Brien and Barry Murphy filled their customary roles.

The visitors were recognisable, if not at full strength. Pat McCourt's absence is always a boon to the opposition; Owen Morrisson filled the wide left berth, with Niall McGinn wearing his L plates - I think they're called P plates in Sterlingland - on the opposite line. Connor Sammon was partnered by Mark Farren in the place they call up top. With Ciaran Martyn still ruled out, it was Ruairdhi Higgins who provided City's fulcrum alongside Barry Molloy. Eddie McCallion was taking up space on the bench; Gareth McGlynn was taking up his position on the grass. Delaney, Hutton, Gray and Doherty were in their established positions.

7.58pm - enter the gladiators - Scully gets a good reception from the loyals. The prematch niceties must be completed before Alan Kelly permits the game to get underway. Stephen Kenny's wingers are walking the chalk. McGinn tests Treacy with an early probe; the full-back seems about to fail his early examination, but recovers well to eliminate the threat. The opening forays consist of speculative efforts at either end as both sides enjoy a good feel. Amond's close range effort is driven low and hard, but Doherty has his angles covered and gets down well to block as the hosts win their second corner within a minute. They are showing plenty of energy and enterprise.

Doherty's punted free drifts above all but Barry Murphy and the optimistic run of Farren. The pacy striker is almost rewarded for his sunny demeanour, but just fails to connect with the dropping ball. There have been rumours circulating that the usually exemplary rovers 'keeper is being called Barry 'no thumbs' Murphy in uncertain circles. There was no uncertainty about his confident catch in the 20th minute, and it set the tone for a welcome return to form ahead of next week's U23 encounter with Northern Ireland.

Around the halfway mark it was Sammon who impressed as Aidan Price dithered over a harmless ball that should have been comfortably defended. Like a bus driver returning to the garage after his last run, he horsed the metres between himself and the defender to put price under intense pressure and win the Candystripes a free-kick. As the visitors sought to gain capital from their deadball award Barry Ferguson intervened to flatten Farren - referee Kelly allowed the advantage and Morrisson's subsequent shot provoked a fine save from Murphy.

It's worth noting that both sets of supporters agreed, as always, on just one thing. Speculation on the sexual proclivities of Alan Kelly concluded that he prefers the intimacy of a one-man show. This was mentioned on several occasions by the vocal and tireless fans at both ends of Tolka Park.

Derry fans felt compelled to proclaim their feelings when Padraig Amond's strike was blocked by an innocent arm in the box. The compulsary calls for a peno fell on hearing ears - it was a harsh penalty to concede. The Carlow-born striker took the responsibility of placing the ball on the
spot; he took the responsibility of addressing the ball; he took the penalty; he hit it low and to the 'keepers left - would Matt Gregg have saved it? He was too busy at Richmond Park to speculate upon such things. The net rippled - just the sort of break a struggling side needs. With 27 minutes gone the Hoops are 1-0 up.

Another lofted ball calls Murphy from his line to - he rises above all others to enact another confidence boosting catch as Stephen Kenny's side attempt to undo the perceived injustice served upon them. As the half hour mark passes, Farren is again left face down - with penalty shouts now in vogue the City faithful clear their throats - Kelly has his deaf ears on now. Cue that song again.

Derry are doing a nice line in fun-sized right backs. Rovers are trying to exploit Tyrell's height advantage on the left wing, but Gareth McGlynn rises defiantly to win the ball on each occasion that he is put to the test. Derry threaten again - this time Farren slips the ball behind the Rovers backline for Sammon to chase - it's quick and neat, Murphy is too. Sammon finds himself out on the right with the ball bouncing before him; his driven cross finds Barry Molloy in a central position on the six-yard line. The battle-hardened midfielder doesn't even have to jump to meet the ball, but his headed effort is weak and wide.

Derry continue to press for an equaliser before the interval - Sammon is again central to their efforts when he sets McGinn up for a dipping volley. Murphy has to drop to smother, the ball squirms free, the 'keeper is first to react. The whistle doesn't blow for half time - the referee blows it.

There are 15 minutes allowed to us for queuing, eating, drinking and contemplation. Both managers restate their positions to thirsty players. The time passes quickly and we are poised to restart. No changes on either side.

The Hoops have regrouped, refocused. They begin apace. Amond extracts a foul from Delaney on Derry's right had side. A deep delivery finds Price unmarked on the far side of the box; the ball arrives at an awkward height for the defender but he manages to get his effort on target. Doherty can only parry and the press corps are checking their stopwatches to see what time Eoin Doyle scores Rovers' second goal. The howls of disbelief that greet his stabbed effort suggest that the score remains the same.

Two minutes into the second half and we have just seen Rovers miss their best goalscoring opportunity of the closing forty-eight minutes. Barry Molloy's injury forces Stephen Kenny into a reshuffle - McCallion ousts McGlynn at right full. McGlynn slips into Molloy's berth. Derry are not being allowed into this half as Rovers' frantic workrate denies their opposition time and space all over the pitch. They take a moment off from such duties to turn a dispossession into a goal threat. O'Brien and Rice combine to good effect down Rovers' right to set Amond up - there's another penalty shout - Kelly ignores it on this occasion. While all around are putting in the kilometeres, Darragh Maguire looks lazy in the central battlefield - closer inspection uncovers consistently well-timed interventions and cover. But there are signs that some of the clockwork Hoops are tiring.

Scully introduces his first substitute - Soccy replaces Tyrell midway through the closing half. Immediately Niall McGinn threatens down that side of the field and efforts produce a corner for the Candystripes - it's their first threat of the half. The visitors are beginning to creep ahead in terms of possession and territorial dominance as the Hoops wilt. Scully interrupts their rhythm with a substitution. Doyle is withdrawn in favour of Dessie Baker. Kenny counters and Kevin McHugh enters the arena in lieu of McGinn. Derry seem to switch to a 4-3-3 set-up as the newly-introduced attacker pushes in alongside his fellow strikers. The visitors are clearly superior now; Gareth McGlynn's twinkling toes adding sparkle to their lustre as the hosts struggle to keep apace.

Scully needs to stiffen up the central midfield area, as his side are beginning to fall back- it seems simple to move Rice in and let McGill drift into the calmer waters of the wide areas. It doesn't happen.

With about quarter of an hour remaining, McGlynn's produces a strike which sparks Barry Murphy into emergency action. The ball rebounds from the crossbar onto the incoming pate of Sammon; the Rovers netminder produces a save akin to Barry Ryan's clawed effort against Cork City a week earlier and Hoops fans holler with admiration and delight. So too do the Derry fans. The referee's assistant is indicating a goal. Hoops fans holler in horror and derision; Derry fans holler with delight and admiration. The sides are level. Just the sort of break a struggling side needs. Alan Murphy replaces Amond as the hosts react to their disappointment; they force two corners in rapid succession. The response ends tamely however with Darragh Maguires' speculative overhead effort.

Both sides are going for the win - Derry break at speed - the ball finds its way into the path of Sammon, who not for the first time in the game, is showing a clean pair of heels to the chasing pack. If all goes well, Sammon could score here. It doesn't. The angle is narrowing as he begins his descent on goal; all the while the Rovers defence is descending upon him and the opportunity evaporates. It's Rovers who next break at pace. Sean O'Connor has just raced past border patrol on the halfway line when Stephen Gray decides to take him out with a callous foul - it should warm the heart of an eL fan to see a professional exact a professional foul. The card was worth it; there can be no doubt about that.

It's end to end stuff - yet another Rovers shout for a penalty - haven't they realised yet that they won't be getting another one? McGlynn again raises his profile, with a good shot on goal. THE REFEREE'S ASSISTANT HAS INDICATED THAT THERE WILL BE A MINIMUM OF THREE MINUTES ADDED TIME. Kevin Deery strikes a welcome sight, on a football pitch again. He enters the 2008 season in place of Farren. The final acts of this ceaseless action involve the tireless legs of Ger O'Brien.

The defender is coaxed into supporting his midfield with an energy sapping run on the outside - he collects the ball and runs at the retreating Derry defence. Swinging inside the goal is coming into view. O'Brien drives low, but wide. A couple of minutes later, with Kelly checking his notes for the end of game whistle tune, the ball is headed in the direction of O'Brien and Morrisson. The former nicks it away from the latter. He heads for the endline and produces a cross of great quality and accuracy. It's arrowed low and hard towards the near post. A kaleidoscope of red, green, white and black arrives at the appropriate post - the danger is averted. The game is over.

The Case For the Attack

2008-05-01T13:29:00.005+01:00

By now, Pat Fenlon will have refocused his attentions on the demands of his day job, following his unveiling of the U23 squad for the upcoming game with David Jeffrey's Norn Iron side. Football is all about opinion; one man's stocking is another man's star; and Fenlon has been tasked with tattooing his views onto this representative squad.

It can come as no surprise that his own club supply the greatest cohort - four of the twenty players named - with league leaders St. Pats, and Shamrock Rovers, managing three. Many name Rovers as the best young side in the Premier Division; that may have been the case last season, but Pat Scully has released quite a lot of his talented youngsters.

Wisely, Tadhg Purcell was one of those whose talents were retained. The former UCD and Kilkenny City striker is one of the eircom League's finest young players and it is difficult to comprehend how he can have been omitted from Nutsy's chosen 20.

Look at the competition - Dave Mooney is a fair choice, the outright goalscorer option. Mark Quigley, likewise - a proven goalscorer with pace and an indefinable slipperiness about him. Ger Rowe - hmm. On his day Rowe is one of the best around; there were signs during his tenancy at Shamrock Rovers that those days were going to become more regular occurrences, sadly they are reassuming the regularity of Bank Holidays. The circumstances surrounding his dismissal from Pat Scully's gallery of pleasures were murky, the hand of Nutsy never far from the conversation. It goes then that Fenlon is an undoubted admirer of Rowe's undoubted, but too often unapplied, talents.

Then there's Denis Behan - the battering ram. There's always room for an alternative approach, and Fenlon is right to prepare for such an eventuality. Sometimes the heft and unsettling physical presence of a well-fed six-footer is required to disturb a comfortable backline. Denis Behan has fulfilled such a role with too much familiarity for Cork City over the last few seasons, unable to nail down a starting position under el Rico or currently, Alan Matthews.

Purcell fulfils such a purpose, and more for the Hoops. He's not an out and out goalscorer in the vein of Mooney's recent successes. That said, he netted 12 times from 27 starts as the Hoops swept to the First Division title in 2006 - it seems a long time back already. The transition to Premier Division defences should have provided him with a sterner challenge. The striker matched his First Division tally, this time from 22 starts. When one takes inflation into account this has to be taken as an increase in the scoring rate.

What it underlines is the upward trend in the learning curve. Even I'm getting bored now - he's getting better, improving & learning all the time. Anybody who watched his one-man show versus the Pats defence last weekend can't but have been impressed by his talent. That Stephen Paisley was motivated to return a performance, which served only to remind us of his latent talents, was testament to the torrid time the one-man show delivered upon him.

Purcell knows not what fatigue is; he will run himself into the ground week upon week - creating space, mayhem and eliciting errors from shaken centre-halves. His ability to retain possession, his ability on the ground and his awareness of what is occurring around him all lead one to predict a glowing future for him. That future should include U23 international caps, for he has no betters in his position. Purcell for Ireland!

Broken Hoops

2008-04-23T15:44:00.003+01:00

These are not the words of a bandwagon jumper; Shamrock Rovers suffer a few adverse results and in I wade to heap scorn upon the work of Pat Scully and his players. Rather it is thinking, aloud.

Last season Pat Scully's men enlivened the Premier Division upon their regal return to the top flight. A young side - primarily homegrown - emboldened by their manager, confident in their own ability, fearless. At the head of that squad there stood a firm disciplinarian - a man who appeared to ask no more of his players than he himself was prepared to sacrifice.

The young squad at Scully's disposal responded favourably to his promptings - any dissent was swiftly dealt with, justice was meted out in a rapid - victims might say rabid - and decisive fashion.

Following the club's promotion it was obvious that the squad would need strengthening - Andy Myler, Ger Rowe, Danny O'Connor, Derek Pender and Barry Ferguson were followed by David Tyrrell and John Martin to Tolka Park. Ferguson's arrival proved timely given the prolonged absence through injury of Aidan Price. The chaff was cast aside by a steely Scully as he sought to push his club into the limelight. Their performances for much of the 2007 campaign suggested the newbie boss was pushing in the right direction. Understandably, Rovers' performance levels dipped somewhat as the season unwound, it was to be expected.

As would any manager worth his seasoning, PS set about further remodelling work with the 2008 campaign in mind. In came even more experience - Darragh Maguire, Stephen Rice, Pat Flynn, Alan Murphy and Sean O'Connor parked their cars in Drumcondra. The cognoscenti spoke of the Hoops as possessing the best squad outside of the professional set-ups in the country. They were benefiting from professionalism in a parasitic fashion. Any player who was unable or unwilling to commit to a professional regime could sign for Rovers. Roll on 2008 and the impending improvement on 2007's 5th placed finish.

The opening weekend victory over Drogheda United seemed to fortify those beliefs. The Drogs ensuing form has put that into a clearer perspective. The following weekend saw them hold a hotly-tipped, but incoherent, Cork City at Tolka Park. Bray Wanderers were down and out when they were seen off - Galway United rolled over at Terryland. Then came the Dublin Derby. In derby terms, Rovers were meek; the goal they conceded was so uncharacteristic of what we had come to expect from a Pat Scully eleven. Then it was the Hoops' turn to roll over - this time they had no answer for the industry of Cobh Ramblers. That result was followed up with a lucky draw at home top UCD.

The basic tenets of Scully's stewardship were no longer in place. The indefatigable work ethic - the consistency of an unremitting work ethic allied to a tight defence - was nowhere to be seen. Even during their worst efforts of 2007 the side tried at all times to adhere to the blueprint. So what has changed?

Most obviously, the clientele. In my opinion the boss was hasty in his decision to scrap his youth policy. Ger O'Brien, Tadhg Purcell and Eric McGill are the last remaining connections with the young guns of 2006 and 2007. Netminder Barry Murphy also remains. Young players are willing listeners. Their lack of experience can be exploited if a coach can catch their collective ear.
Pat Scully achieved this very quickly when he arrived at Tolka Park. The instant success of his implemented strategies proved to the innocents that there was method in his tactics. It was clear to anyone watching Rovers at this time that those players would stand before a tank if Scully demanded it.

The rampant re-seeding of the squad has stripped it of such naivete. In have come seasoned campaigners; men with opinions and questions. Ideas of their own as to how they can best contribute in a crunch moment. Shamrock Rovers have morphed into just another League of Ireland squad, replete with well-travelled squad members who have heard most of it before. They have sacrificed youth and unswerving loyalty for experience and shrugged shoulders.

Foot In Mouth Outbreak

2008-04-17T14:07:00.005+01:00

Having heaped praise here on MNS recently, I find myself deeply angered at the rubbish that Rowdy Roddy Collins spewed out during last Monday's program. Something I had suggested that MNS lacked was a good debate and Collins' comments certainly provided the perfect topic. The fact that not one other individual present in the studio challenged his words, reflects badly upon them.

Of course Roddy is no stranger to controversy, and there exists the possibility that he may have been deliberately trying to stir matters up. Upon reflection though, his argument did not differ hugely from Damo's - it was the manner in which it was presented that irked.

A brief mention of Gio's first Irish squad selection prompted a question as to why no home-based players could make a squad of 40. It seems a fair question when one considers that the dragnet trailed as deeply as the lower reaches of the Championship in England; although I don't follow English football and cannot reflect on the ability or lack thereof of those selected.

I think most fans of the domestic league will accept that our best players can play Championship football. The issue here doesn't revolve around why our league was not represented; rather, how it was represented by Mr. Collins.

El Rico was first to speak - 'There's too much bad defending. Too many goals missed up front from opportunities presented. To go to the next level we need to eradicate bad defences.' When asked how this could be achieved, he cited the superior concentration levels of those participating at the highest level.

I find little to argue with in that. Former Pats player Colm Foley splashed about a little, ultimately saying that there were one or two players up to scratch, but failing to name either.

Roddy flagged Colin Healy as the only reasonable candidate from LOI football. Arguable, but OK. He then pointed out that if players displayed the kind of qualities of which Damo had spoken, well then they wouldn't be playing LOI football for long. OK. 'Until we have better competition, high tempo games, we're not going to produce players who can play international football'. Again, OK. Damo had mentioned that our situation would improve in this regard when the top tier would be reduced to ten teams; in theory, improving the overall standard of teams in that division. That too is a fair point.

It may not be Roddy's appointed crusade to champion all things League of Ireland, and we certainly need dissenting voices. But the plasterer's rant may well have been delivered from any barstool occupied by a Super Sunday arse, anywhere in Ireland. We all know and acknowledge that things around our league need to improve. Stadia, organisation, administration, playing surfaces. Irish football has begun a journey; having started from a lowly position, we are improving.

'We get the players that didn't make it in England, or the ones that didn't get a chance to go away - that's what we're feeding off.' What a fine tag line for an ad to attract fans to eL football - the divine words of Rowdy Roddy collins. A man who moments earlier had described Glenn Crowe as '..fantastic. Give him 40 strikes, he'll hit the target 39 times.' He did not neglect to mention that it was he who 'took him back from England.'

He did neglect to mention that he has been hawking his moneymen around the League of Ireland in order to take over the club most likely. How has he convinced anyone that such an investment is worthy considering his lowly opinion of our domestic game? Maybe his thoughtless comments have put an end to any such possibilities on this island.

By all means criticise, in a constructive manner. We are not precious about our league - any supporter of Irish football knows its limitations better than our stay-away critics. Damo spoke of the next step; here was a positive spin on our current level. Implied therein is an acknowledgement of the progress made thus far. In the words of the Feel & Fall party - A lot done, lots more to do - or something like that.

A link to the MNS programme here. Roddy's comments are contained in the Goal of the Month clip from the MNS 14th April show.

Get Out Of Purgatory Free Card

2008-04-10T13:13:00.003+01:00

Now that TV3 no longer hold a monopoly on eircom League highlights I have left purgatory far behind me. Not that I ever devoted Monday nights to hanging around until midnight or thereabouts in order to have Trevor Welch wind me up and deprive me of a sound night's recharging.

No, I indulged myself in the filthy temptations of a Sky+ box; perversely Sky - the arch enemies of all things eL - made it easier for me to get my weekly highlights fix. It seems like I've stepped unknowingly into the tardis and emerged from some distant time into the late 20th century. MNS is My New Sex - it has restored my belief in television, reinforced my decision to buy that absolutely necessary plasma screen with matching stand.

Deprived of Top Gear, there was little left on screen to engage me - the odd decent documentary; Shameless has its moments; Jools Holland's late night show; now I think I'm falling in love with Con Murphy. Did anyone notice his tan last week, or is it just me?

It's by no means polished and perfect - the show, not Con's tan - but would we want it to be? The efforts to bring on a diversity of guests will always lend itself in the early days to edgy and incoherent performances from panellists unused to full-on TV exposure. In comparison say to the 3 wise men - Dunphy, Giles and Brady - there is a way to go. That particular trio are totally comfortable with what is going on around them, a condition induced by familiarity. Their relaxation allows them to concentrate on the conversation allowing for lively intercourse and debate.

If one is to take Emmet Malone's appearance on MNS as an example of the opposite - Malone is widely respected and highly regarded amongst the eL community, but he contributed very little to proceedings on the program and it seemed as if an opportunity had been lost. Hopefully he will be back and better.

The show is crying out for a good argument, someone to challenge eL Rico or Rowdy Roddy Collins - that duo are never short of an opinion and are consummately comfortable before the cameras. Chillingly so in the case of the latter, who sat legs akimbo right in the centre of my sitting room all through the show a couple of weeks ago. The full frontal of Roddy's least effective tackle reminded me of a gruesome story I had heard about a certain unnamed ex-footballer who arrived into the dressing room one evening cheerily informing his mates of a certain acquired condition which might make choice of shorts an issue for his teammates. Obviously, his TV confidence suggests that the condition has cleared up.

Raiders of the Lost Archive has limited potential, 60 can be cringeworthy stuff, but appealing to younger fans I suspect. The luxury of a camera and post match interviews at every ground is the stuff of fantasy for long suffering fans. Re-runs of the same clip over and over from the same angle offer no fresh insight to an incident, yet we were forced to endure the like in TV3 purgatory. The blindingly obvious interventions of Paul Osam would terrify inmates of Guantanomo Bay.

While MNS is not perfect it is certainly progress. Highlight packages have the power to make the mundane look exciting, a bit of background music and a visual effect can make it look sexy. This is what our league needs, not live coverage. Already I have detected in my workplace an increased awareness of our domestic league; the show has aroused some people's curiosities. Possibly enough to encourage one or two to attend a game.

The powerful and invasive tool that is TV is being used to good effect for the eLOI. MNS presents easy access to lazy would-be punters - we just need a few to catch the virus - the sneezes will do the rest. Another tiny step on a mighty journey for domestic football in the 21st century.

To Have Done Some Service

2008-04-03T14:26:00.004+01:00

Bertie Ahern, Ian Paisley, Tony Cousins. All fallers in the 2008 Grand National. All plying their respective trades at the top of their field in our native land when the inquisitors arrived. I'll take any flak that's coming over the odd-one out.

The culling of Damian Richardson served notice to managers of what we still quaintly refer to as 'full-time set-ups'. The phrase reminds us that as a league we are young - maturing but not yet mature. As is the case with nature we all mature at different rates. As is the case with rugby players some induce their development by unnatural means; building a heavy framework on weak foundations. Some have learned lessons from others. Shelbourne retain the monopoly on financial collapse.

There are those who prefer to take the incremental albeit more circuitous route. When Arkaga Investments moved into Cork City they displayed no emotion - in came the FAI Cup, out went Damo. When the board at Galway United decided that they were ready to push their currach onto the stormy waters of professionalism they cast an eye eastward. Not exactly replete with reserves, they opted for a cut-price appointment - Tony Cousins had no previous management experience, but was shadowing the achievements of Paul Doolin at Drogheda United. That Cousins applied for the Galway job was a mark of his ambition; that in itself may have appealed to the Board.

There was a sense in the early days of his tenure that the former striker was learning his trade as he went along. It's one thing to have the badges; another to have the ability to apply what you have learned to the situation that you are in. Most of us who follow the game could waffle our way through a post-match interview, that's without the badge. Week following week the Galway boss appeared before the cameras with unconvincing explanations preceding lines of the 'have to do better' genre.

And it went on. And on. And nothing changed. The lame protestations about premature displacement belied the knowledge within. TC knew he hadn't done enough; knew his number was up - he still has the gig on the taxi ads anyway. The rumblings around the squad's fitness levels can't have done much to endear him to his board. There is no disputing the fact that the Board themselves erred. Whatever faith remained following their first season in the Premier Division, the reserves ebbed rapidly away with each one of those dropped 11 points in the opening four weeks of the campaign. As a result the new man comes into a squad not of his choosing and must knock seven shades out of them until the summer transfer window.

In no particular order - Bohs, Pats, Cork and Drogs. Most people's Top 4. Derry City are on the fringes, along with the Hoops. That's 6. Then there's Sligo Rovers who can give anyone a game on their day. So that's the top 7 sorted, arguably. Galway United finished 8th last season. It certainly is going to be the most competitive league in years, and whoever takes over the vacant position at Galway United has a tough task ahead of him.

Entering the fray bestowed with the knowledge that he has to create something better than that which Scully has carved out at Shamrock Rovers - not officially a professional set-up - must be his first target. They are the benchmark for any fledgling pro club, a testament to their new-found organisation and staunch support. Somehow it seems like the perfect gig for Sean Connor. Attracting players to our western seaboard is a difficult ask; he lured the likes of Darren Mansaram, Liam Burns, Harpal Singh and Faz Kudozovic to the outcrop that is Sligo town -
OK, I've never been there.

Granted they have not all been outstanding succeses - but they are all possessed of a quality which illuminates the summer turf on a wet and windy summer's night, be that in Galway or otherwise. Oh, and Steve Bruce might visit.

They're Off

2008-03-19T14:40:00.007Z

Looking on at the entrancing encounter betwixt Bohs and Pats last weekend I was reminded of what Pat Fenlon can bring to the game in this country. Not necessarily a good thing. Of the top four sides - by this I mean Bohemians, Cork City, Drogheda United and St. Patrick's Athletic - Nutsy and Alan Matthews are the least responsible for their current squads; each is inheriting players largely in situ before their respective arrivals.

Such an important detail can often buy a besieged boss an extra few weeks in the proverbial heated seat. They may need added time to learn their new charges, let alone bed in whatever new faces that they may have added. Similar, but lesser, issues exist for Messrs. McDonnell and Doolin.

This pair have presided over the development of their squads across the last few seasons and as such are entirely responsible for their efficiencies or lack thereof. Last season, it was clear to this observer that the Drogs were title certs - this canny deduction was based upon the fact that their opponents had regressed in terms of squad depth, while the champions in waiting had maintained their strength. So it shall be written, so it shall be done.

The Louth club now find themselves under greater scrutiny than heretofore - often the target of green-eyed jibes regarding their finances - they now have to bear the intensity of competition which comes with being champions.

Being the best is a warm fuzzy feeling - apparently - and warm and fuzzy can induce sloppy and lazy. Players who are still sleeping with their league winner's medal on their pillow may be sleeping too soundly. eL Rico proclaimed on MNS - 'fairness has nothing to do with the professional game', or something along those lines. This should be pinned across the foreheads of Drogheda United's first teamers. The dream is over, the league is won; it must be won again, and opponents will make it even harder to achieve this year.

Everyone loves to say they held the champions to a draw - or beat them, even. Lazy heifers raise their game for the visit of the champs, then return to hibernation. Allied to such challenges are the improvements at the challenging clubs. As Cork City proved last night, and Shamrock Rovers before them, this will be a tough title to win in 2008.

Alan Matthews is reforming his image with the talent at his disposal in Turner's Cross - his side played a wonderful brand of football against a dour Drogs side. All that was missing was the end-product, Matthews will be given time to get this right. In contrast, Paul Doolin should not need to be experimenting to the degree that he has been.

His previous omission of Stuart Byrne came in for criticism, last night his finest player was played out of position. Why? Because he was replacing last season's finest player who had been shifted from his best position. This is dream stuff for any opposition manager. Ultimately, the visitors nailed a scoreless draw - at just about any stage in a season visiting opponents would take that scoreline at the Cross.

It was the manner of United's challenge that frustrated. Their undoubted quality was buried under a reluctance to commit players into the opposing penalty area. Shane Robinson and Olly Cahill were anonymous - think of the influence of O'Callaghan and to a lesser extent Kearney. Had they been forced to work back a little more in order to contain their opposite numbers, Drogheda would not have been under as much pressure as they were. Had Brian Shelley been urging Robinson on courtesy of his own raiding instincts it would have offered more to the tame Drogs attack.

We had a sighting of what may soon be an extinct creature on these islands - the Ibrahima Iyane Thiam - a long-legged colourful character which likes to roll about on the ground. There have been no positive signs to suggest that he can prosper on our shores. While Guy Bates was bedding in, learning the runs of those around him, his footballing intelligence was visible in the little things he managed to do. Touch, control, an awareness of what was going on around him - all of these are attributes which the one time PSG man does not appear to possess. At least he's good in the air - there has been precious little evidence to reinforce that statement.

Meanwhile Pats are playing with panache; their style in attack procuring temporary forgiveness for what may prove to be fatal defensive frailties. There has been such an influx of new talent at Inchicore that they will need time to develop the crucial understanding required for the white-hot temperatures of high-level competition. Even without the blessed artistry of Joe Ndo they have illuminated the opening stages of the 2008 season.

Things look far glummer at Dalymount Park. Nutsy has Owen Heary, Glenn Crowe and Jason Byrne in the camp - three of the alumni from his Shelbourne years. Heary's pedigree is unquestionable; his dedication likewise. I have never believed that Crowe and Byrne constitute a lethal combination. At the peak of their powers each represents a significant threat, but they have never operated well in tandem. If Crowe is at the peak of his powers, the striker keeps it well disguised. Too often he saunters through a game displaying little appetite for the events unfolding within his line of vision. The beautifully controlled volley against the Saints last Friday served only to indicate the level of his abilities; a level he rarely attains nowadays.

Jason Byrne will score goals - for Bohs to challenge seriously he will need a willing strike partner - Neale Fenn's first goal for the Gypsys may have signalled a second coming for the undoubtedly talented 'in the hole' player. Joxer Kelly has been a promising player for too long now. In fairness to the lad, he could have 2007 removed from his CV; in fairness to Bohs supporters he needs to progress significantly this term.

Bohs are a different side when Kelly is in full flight; he adds a dimension that cannot be taught - a la Pat McCourt at Derry - he has some way to go to imprint his legend upon the memories of the Bohs loyals. One player who has already managed to succeed in this task is Kevin Hunt. A veritable deity in Phibsboro, his star has waned over the last couple of seasons owing to what TV companies used to call 'circumstances beyond our control.' It was demoralising to note last Friday that Hunt has become an also-ran among central midfielders in this country.

A tireless worker, he still has a lot to offer the game but he was eclipsed by Keith Fahey who is finally letting his football do the talking - Fahey possesses an edginess which complements his skill. Fenlon's men looked pedestrian and lacking in creativity. Their successful back-four of 2007 remains intact; I must confess to knowing little about the qualities of Glenn Cronin; but Stephen Rice could have ascended to the Hunt throne with ease.

In what should be an intriguing title chase the merits of Shamrock Rovers are not to be dismissed; Derry City will upset some of the best laid plans, while Paul Cook's Rovers are capable of stealing points on their day.

Too Many Indians

2008-03-10T18:37:00.007Z

What an interesting opening weekend it was. We saw the eircom League in all its three tiers of glory. On the bottom shelf we had a Cobh Ramblers side beginning their Premier Division program without last season's top scorer Davin O'Neill. Injured? No. Suspended? No. Unavailable due to work commitments? No. On holiday? Yes. No? Reportedly.

This is not a criticism of the individual concerned; rather an observation of the situation. It presents a throwback to a time soon to be past if all goes well for domestic football. 'Almost amateur' players will be a distant memory in the elite league.

On the second shelf we have the likes of Shamrock Rovers - progressive, forward thinking, but not fully professional, yet. Conveniently, for purposes of comparison, they were pitched against the side currently sitting at the summit of the highest shelf and it made for fascinating viewing.

Pat Scully has a decent squad; Paul Doolin has two. Every manager's dream may well become Doolin's nightmare as he grapples with the perverse problem of finding his best team. The Drogheda supremo's failure to succeed on this count undermined his club's kick-off last Saturday. Those of you who watched the uplifting first broadcast of MNS this week will have heard Tony O'Donoghue steal some of my thunder.

It relates to Stuey Byrne - who began the game as a bench warmer. It was evident even in the early stages that Shane Robinson should be pushed out wide and Byrne brought into the centre of midfield, where Drogs were ineffective. It took the United boss over an hour to bring Byrne on, at the expense of Paul Keegan. It should have been Richie Baker called ashore - although Ollie Cahill was equally ineffective on the left, but taking Baker off would mean two changes to an area crying out for it, while using just one sub. An increase in the hosts hold on the central area would allow Robinson greater license to attack against a full back who looked the least comfortable of Rovers' players on the day.

Doolin's tactical acumen is further brought into question by his opening substitution. With about 66 minutes played, he introduced all seventy-eight inches of Ibrahima Thiam Iyane to the game - a resonating statement of his lack of belief in his own players. The debutant was introduced for the player who up until that moment had looked Drogheda's most influential - Guy Bates.

The staff at United Park have gone to lengths in order to convince allcomers that Ibrahima offers more than the sum of his inches - his colleagues don't seem to buy into that particular spin - its too early yet for others to judge. Suffice to say it was not an impressive bow from the striker who is in trouble if aerial ability is his greatest asset. It is inevitable that once a beanpole has been introduced high balls are lofted lazily into his airspace ad nauseum. If any innocent had stumbled across the final thirty minutes or so of this game they would have struggled to believe that Drogheda United are the reigning champions. Offered only one serious attack strategy, they drowned in their lack of imagination and fully deserved to come off the field as losers.

Adam Hughes is a player whose style I admire, his first competitive outing was a forgettable one - the late looped header being his only significant intervention.

So, it's possibly a case of upwards and onwards for what will be a settled Shamrock Rovers eleven. Meanwhile Paul Doolin will have to scan his collection of suntanned pros in order to decipher his best eleven - a new kind of problem for the managers of our top shelf teams.

Finally, let's start a conversation - one where referees and the appropriate club officials make a midweek decision on who wears what. It can't be any simpler. The referee's indecision is final in these cases, so the safest call is to get the official to decide during the week. Leaving it until the vagaries of the last minute on a Friday is akin to a centre-half standing with his arm in the air waiting for an offside call to be interpreted in his favour. It cannot be left to chance and proactive action will head off any potential problems.

Moral Victories

2008-03-06T16:49:00.004Z

Remember the time when Ireland's international side could lose a game and still claim a moral victory; we certainly expect more of our highest echelon nowadays. Improvements have bedded in sufficiently over the years for fans to forget about them, and expect more. This is not unfair as the international set-up is fully professional and the highest standards of preparation and organisation are the least we can demand.

Improvement is easily achieved when the journey begins from a low level of performance, and here we can recognise some of the properties of the League of Ireland. Derided and mocked into near collapse by 'fans' for almost forty years - 'fans' who could see no further than the far side of the Irish Sea- it has too often been the victim of self-inflicted wounds also. A talent bestowed in equal quantities on the parent body.

It would seem strange then that League of Ireland clubs would accept the rule of an often inept FAI in order to improve the status of the domestic divisions. Perhaps it served only to indicate how bad things really must have been in the alleyways and dark corners of administration.

So in they came, besuited now, no blazers - and they have achieved fantastic improvements in a single year. Qualified achievements however, from that previously mentioned low level. Approximately 100,000 extra supporters are reported to have come through the turnstiles, live TV coverage reached higher levels than ever before and there was no major off-field farce for the press to get their keyboards into.

Those achievements must now be filed and stored, for they are finished as achievements. They now become a platform for 2008. The ante is most definitely upped. More Club Promotion Officers will serve this season - hopefully they will increase the momentum generated by their colleagues last term. The basics being put into place off-field are allowing clubs to experience a growing confidence in themselves and in what may be possible.

Who would have believed fifteen or so years ago that we would have so many professional outfits preparing for the new season? The naysayers point to the fact that the level of spending is unsustainable and clubs are living on borrowed time - surely the kind of money being 'invested' by interested parties suggests a growing belief in the product on their part. I say 'invested' for it is taken as a given that there will be no financial return in the near future.

It was announced this week that five million euros would be fed into the domestic leagues during 2008 -covering prize money, grants, TV payments and subsidies. Small beer compared to the sums achieved in other countries but giant vats for our embryonic professionalism. It's widely accepted that we need a club to make the elusive breakthrough into the lucrative group stages of the Champions League. Only this will turn the heads of those throughout our land who are focussed on the Premiership.

We are going to have, for the first time in my memory, a highlights package (which promises to be more than just that) at a godly hour; yet another sign that the tide is rising. Such a development does not simply fall into the laps of our FAI drones - it is certainly the end product
of much toil and groundwork.

The message remains though that we cannot beat our chests and comfort ourselves with the thought that the hard work is done. The next few weeks will serve as a stark reminder that grounds need improving and filling. Upward and onward.

The Great Divide

2008-02-28T15:51:00.007Z

The first sniff of competitive action for TV voyeurs came our way this week in the shape of Pat Dolan & Felix Healy - the Dull Duo - seemingly each unable to hear what the other is saying as they waffle on at each other in ever increasing spirals of guff. Fortunately that embarrassing technical fault spared us their prematch build up. That said, I must acknowledge how great it is to be offered domestic football live by those nice people at Setanta. Nice, because they sent me three texts asking that I ring them urgently. What kind of customer service is that? Ultimately I caved in lest I be denied the opportunity to catch the Drogheda United v Cliftonville clash. Turned out my good friends in Setantaland - which now appears to be somewhere in Scotland - had charged me three times for my subscription, at three different rates. Welcome to the world of Setanta Sports, giving you even more choice!

Anyhow, after watching the players warm up sans commentary for about twenty minutes, I was almost happy to see the wee commentator pop up on screen, soon to be followed by a gassed up Will Downing, who sounded as if he might go into orbit if he weren't staked down. There was an element of 'new-look' about the formula, but it's incredibly difficult to present Bryan Hamilton as new-look. Thankfully the man who can rival Gerry Armstrong's Sky Sports Irish League commentaries has lost none of his ability to deliver inanities to the tortured audience.

There were notable absentees at both ends of United Park as the game kicked off on Tuesday night. Dan Connor, Jason Gavin, Fabio, Shane Barrett and Stuart Byrne were among the non-starters for the holders. In the green corner - normally red - Kieran O'Connor, Deccy O'Hara and Mark Holland chilled on the bench while Chris Scannell denied himself a welcome kip by lining out for the 90 plus minutes. His was a brave performance, maintained right until the dying moments - for it was his head that felt the smack of Mikko Vilmunuen's gloved fist in that controversial last minute coming together of committed opponents.

Generally it seems to be accepted that the visitors were worth the draw which they were in some ways cruelly denied. Let us not forget the venerable adage oft trotted out by well-seasoned football managers - 'luck evens out over a season' - it evened out over 90 minutes for Cliftonville. The offence that led to Franny Murphy's sublime execution of a second half free-kick was innocuous to say the most - Wee Will got the mike into Eddie Patterson's face in the heat of the battle and even the genial ( that's how he came across on the night) boss pondered the veracity of the award. The penalty incident has been identified as one of those from the Stonewall stable. Thus, Davy Malcolm in the middle (Good one Pat) atoned for his earlier indiscretion.

It would be blithe to say that there wasn't much between the sides. Yes, the visitors were overly respectful of their opponents during the opening half. Given that this was their maiden foray into this competition and against the two-time holders in their own domain, it is forgivable. Had they repeated that courtesy during the closing forty-five minutes it would be a different matter. Resultantly, a partly-charged Drogheda eleven were allowed to look slicker and more cohesive than they actually were during the first half. They created the most dangerous openings and looked the side most likely to open the scoring. That it took them almost the entire half to do this again points to their ring rustiness on the night.

Paul Doolin's side are renowned for their unattractive winning style - their penalty area is normally roped off throughout the 90 minutes whilst they go in careful search of a goal; sometimes they will even look for a second. The absence of the injured Jason Gavin offered a hole in their defensive heart. The departure of Stuart Webb allowed Joe Kendrick another opportunity to bed in at left back; defensively he was found lacking on occasion - he shows well for his attacking colleagues when the opportunity presents.

For many moons now followers of the domestic leagues on this island have had to squeeze their way into ramshackle grounds usually inhabited by a hardy few every second weekend - our only relief from this scenario would come in the form of a friendly game against some English or maybe even Scottish luminaries. Armchairs would be parked outside the ground as half-hearted fathers seized the opportunity to bond with their grunting offspring by bringing them to see their heroes.

It was always a frustrating situation as the British pros generally strolled through the contest, concerned mainly with not getting injured - although in latter times this concern has spread to delicate hairstyles and expensive bling. Rarely did they subject their Irish hosts to a sound thrashing and we all went away frustrated. One thing always stood out to me in those exchanges; it was the speed of thought and the exceptional agility of the crosschannel pros - even in second gear against turbo-boosted opponents.

That situation was replicated last Tuesday night, albeit on a less grand scale. Drogheda's opening goal came as a result of quick thinking allied to sharp movement opposed in the main by leaden feet. When such a goal to be scored at any level of football friendships are threatened. The probing runs of Brian Shelley would have come as no surprise to the Cliftonville management team - ditto their playing staff. Still the Drogs defender enjoyed all the space of a deer grazing in the urban expanses of the Phoenix Park. A quick dart from Eamon Zayed and while his marker wondered where he'd gone the ball was floating lazily into the netting.

In such fashion did the Drogs enjoy two more goals; it wasn't that Cliftonville were any less capable as a team; but they were certainly less focussed. Errors were expoited - inaction punished. Situations that would regularly be rescued against nondescript midtable opposition became panicfests against professional opponents - even ring rusty ones.

It gladdens this heart to recognise this progression.

Setanta Sets Sail

2008-02-20T16:37:00.006Z

Next week, four hopefuls set sail on their respective journeys in the hope of capturing the Golden Fleece that is Setanta Cup triumph. Three of those are familiar protagonists, with one newcomer adding an element of novelty to Group A. The opening round of fixtures sees said novices Cliftonville, travel to United Park for a clash with back-to-back winners and defending champions, Drogheda United.

Cliftonville v Drogheda United

Eddie Patterson's side have been charged with the mantle of 'the best footballing side' in the Irish League, and there are few who would argue with that. This season has proven to be a trying one for the Reds - following a good showing last term which saw a miniscule squad force their way into the title race before inevitably fading, they beefed up their ranks in order to progress even further this term. As recently as last Saturday they lost their first league game this season and are still in the hunt for Irish Cup glory. But those glowing references mask a slip in performance levels helped least of all by the surface at Solitude, their North Belfast bastion. Five consecutive outings on a porridge-like surface produced 4 wins and a draw, while leaving the Reds leaden-legged. They waxed lyrical last week about an impending trip to Stangmore Park - home of Setanta contestants Dungannon Swifts - talking wistfully of the velvet sward at the Tyrone venue and the asset it would prove to be for their passing game. They proceeded to lose their unbeaten league record.

While they have been defensively sound this term, two hefty centre-backs may struggle with the quality and mobility of Eamon Zayed and his ilk at United Park. Captain Liam Fleming has not produced his best form at right-back thus far, and potential replacement Aaron Smyth is still feeling his way into top level football. At left-back, Ronan Scannell offers a dangerous alternative in attack mode, although the presence of either Richie Baker or Shane Robinson may curtail his forward fervour at United Park. Kieran O'Connor's hamstring has fallen victim to the sticky pitches, should he make it into the starting eleven his attacking prowess will provide an important option for the visiting side.

Franny Murphy's gifts can test the best of defenders - his jousts with eL player of the Year Brian Shelley will be intriguing. Barry Holland has recently returned to the fray - unfortunately Mark Holland has replaced him on the treatment table, a serious blow to the visitors. Whilst Chris Scannell and George McMullan present a threat up front, it's difficult to see the vaunted United defence struggling to cope with a frontline which has struggled to finish off opponents in recent games. The alternative talents and imposing presence of Vinny Sweeney have been denied Cliftonville all season - his physicality will be missed in the sort of games where deadball situations may offer their best hope of scoring.

Deadball situations aside, Drogheda's disrupted preparations may offer the Setanta newcomers a glimmer of opportunity. Two friendlies hardly constitute a preseason, especially when you are trying to bed in new staff members. Joe Kendrick replaces the reliable but retired Simon Webb, while former Sligo Rovers' powerhouse Adam Hughes adds forward momentum and goal threat to the midfield area. Paul Doolin has been further thwarted by the temporary loss of Steven Prunty, while rumblings of Jason Gavin's discontent are tempered by the acquisition of the talented Shaun Maher during the off-season - John Tambouras waits in the wings also. First choice 'keeper Dan Connor is also ruled out, but Mikko Vilmunen is an able deputy. Even with both Shane Barrett and Declan O'Brien still recovering from long-term injury, the duo of Guy Bates and Eamon Zayed present a formidable attacking proposition. The game is live on Setanta on Tuesday February 26th.

Cork City v Dungannon Swifts

On the following evening, Cork City and Dungannon Swifts renew acquaintances in the group stages for the 3rd consecutive season. The hosts have yet to register a win in four meetings with their Southern nemesis, and have managed only one goal in those meetings - that in a meaningless outing against a half-baked City eleven last April. Such stats don't augur well for a Dungannon side which has been shorn of many gifted players in the intervening months. Shane McCabe and David Scullion are amongst the notable movers - they will enhance Glentoran's efforts in this season's renewal - while the up and coming talent of Niall McGinn will boost Derry City's challenge. Ryan McCluskey is another defector, but it's the faltering campaign of Rodney McAree that hurts most; struggling all season with a knee injury, his contribution for '07/'08 came to a shuddering end when he suffered a fractured cheekbone recently. Easily the Swifts most polished performer, his steadying influence and deadball expertise will be sorely missed. Central defender Adam McMinn is another casualty, although he should be back for the last two instalments of Part 1. Harry Fay appeared to have struck gold when Mark McAllister turned down a contract at Glasgow Celtic to remain at Stangmore Park - the striker has failed to reach the heights of last term in a disappointing season.

It's been a strange, undulating, campaign for followers of the normally fluid football of Dungannon Swifts. A season of stop start and stop again has been counterpointed by excellent performances at home to the Irish League's top three sides - Linfield had 4 goals rattled past them; the Glens were held scoreless and Cliftonville we've already spoken about. Those standouts apart, it looks like being the worst season since Joe McAree spearheaded their entry to the topflight four years ago and they will not qualify for next season's all-Ireland competition.

Cork City have ousted Damien Richardson from the manager's tent and replaced him with Alan Matthews, a manager who has experienced Setanta action during his stewardship at Longford Town. The return of the enigmatic George O'Callaghan has endowed Matthews with arguably the finest midfield quartet on the island - Colin Healy, Joe Gamble and Gareth Farrelly have all collected full international honours - while last year's topscorer in the eL, Dave Mooney, has followed his former leader to the Rebel Republic.

In contrast to Drogheda United's below par preseason, City have enjoyed plenty of friendly action, allowing the new boss to decide upon his best eleven before the competitive kick-off. If there is to be a lack of familiarity anywhere in the Cork line-up it will most likely be in their back-four. Rarely a settled formation last year, the departure of Alan Bennett to Reading hit hard. Brian O'Callaghan - Dan Murray's sometime defensive partner - has moved on; Pat Sullivan has come in from Longford Town. Dave Mulcahy is another defensive option, but he and Murray are probably too similar in style to partner one another. It's a small quibble, for it's difficult to envisage the hosts penetrating the opposition midfield to begin with and Cork should retain their unbeaten record against the Swifts.

Trapped In A Cliche

2008-02-15T14:54:00.004Z

It's been a week where Shamrock Rovers have turned to selling Easter Eggs in an effort to promote their club while Denis O'Brien has lobbed a few Smarties in the direction of the FAI. Meanwhile headline writers across the land have collided blindly in their efforts to concoct the wittiest Trap headline of them all. The sooner we have some on-field action to get excited about the better - thankfully the Setanta kick-of is just over a week away.

Yet already that nubile institution bears an air of staleness as we prepare ourselves for re-runs of last year's fixtures. The contest is crying out for something new, and the sponsors must surely see this also. Derry City, Cork City, Drogheda United, Linfield, Glentoran and Dungannon Swifts. Those six sides are participating for the third consecutive year.

All else has been the stuff of cameo as the odd cup winner floated to the surface or the odd league winner sunk to the bottom. We will endure endless speculation regarding the ring-rustiness of the eL contenders versus the leggy limbs of jaded part-time operatives from the Irish League contestants. Felix & Pat will attempt to bring some sex appeal to the live offerings as Will Downing freezes at pitchside on an icy Tuesday night in February or March.

Then just as we feel that things are heating up, it will be gone. Until October. Again we will hear about leggy limbs versus fresh muscle, but the eL lads are full-timers so it shouldn't be a problem type-thing. Managers will moan about the fixture lists, the demands on the players and all the rest of the showboating that goes on around getting your excuses in first.

What of the fans? All we want is action. No more frustrating friendlies with UTP's (Unidentified Trialling Players) flooding the field for the second-half of a one-paced contest against an opposition eleven inundated with same. Yes we know it's all part of the incremental process of attaining peak fitness at just the right time but we're dying here - give us a competitive game and give us it soon.

Back to Denis & the Smarties; who cares? The FAI are in no position to turn down an offer like this one. You can't please some of the people any of the time. Were the ruling body firing grotesquely large paychecks the way of the aging - and which of us aren't? - Italian, there would be a complaining body. Were they to hire Terry Venables - and for a long time that threat prevailed - there would be a complaining body. Had they hired any one of the countless other half-cooked washed out managers there would be an uprising.

Here we are on Quality Street, and someone else is paying. Without a doubt the most decorated and qualified manager we have ever appointed - unfortunately he is nearing antiquity- let's hope he takes his Benecol every morning. It's a novel approach for Irish football and a gamble well worth taking. Maybe, just maybe, we'll all be kissing inflatable Denis O'Brien's in a couple of years.

David vs Goliath

2008-02-07T17:27:00.000Z

Before Tuesday night's victory over the mighty Roesiders this observer was prepared to accept that Ciftonville's title challenge was exhausted. Despite the handsome grab of seven from the previous nine points available the Reds had forfeited an important advantage.

The elements had conspired to deny them the opportunity to retain top spot - a serious blow to any side facing the challenge of Linfield's bloated squad. Games in hand on muddy fields would serve only to further weaken heavy legs, with the added burden of Setanta Cup games at the top of the hill. Indeed, the decision to split the Setanta season was a boon to the neutral observer - or the Anyone But Linfield camp. With due deference to the champions and their supporters, a change of ribbons on the Gibson Cup would be invigorating for the Premier League.

So, 7 from 9, and every one of those scrambled - an indication perhaps of Cliftonville's relentless determination - or their limited squad. Their will always be hiccup or so on the long and winding route to a title victory. The so-called 'breaks' deemed by pickled observers to even themselves out appeared to be piling high in Cliftonville's favour - until that is, they found themselves second to the Blues' vastly superior goal difference last Friday night, without the comfort of a game in hand.

Suddenly DJ's men had the upper arm - their CIS Cup redemption a stark message to any David's contemplating a pop off Goliath - in spite of any errors the perennially Proud One may have made, he has been repaid for the stubborn streak that he has instilled in his players. They are possessed of that air of inevitability - there always looms a sense that they will come back from disadvantage to snatch a replay - which they will of course win - or a 3 point harvest, even on a poor judgement day.

There have ben a few of those this term - most especially so since the recent return of Conor Downey. Of late both Glenn Ferguson , less so Noel Bailie, have been reduced to the role of impact subs - one suspects that their wearied limbs are being preserved for sterner challeges which lie ahead. Peter Thompson's goal glut has coincided with Thomas Stewart's overdue elevation to the striking role he favours. There are unresolved issues in other areas.

The aforementioned Downey is central in every sense. Like an ovid salmon, he is drawn from his berth on the right-hand side into the centre circle. There he is greeted by the similar talents of Paul McAreavey and the unrivalled athleticism of Michael Gault. Meanwhile Damien Curran struggles manfully to keep left, pass right.

David Jeffrey's failure to resolve this mess may prove to be Eddie Patterson's trump card - the return of Vincent Sweeney a close second. Gault and one of Downey & McAreavey
must form the fulcrum of a 4-man midfield, the wide berths are DJ's issue. He could of course opt for 3 midfielders, with either of his gifted ball players in that place we have grown accustomed to calling the hole - the 3-man midfield is currently out of vogue.

What of Vincent Sweeney, the striker's protracted absence has seriously stunted Patterson's options. Even were he not to start, the big striker's assets provide an invaluable alternative in moments of pressing need. Yes, you can throw a hefty centre-half up front when things are desperate as the seconds drift into the night. Better though to have a hefty striker's instinct and aggression.

The challengers served serious notice of their refusal to acknowledge that the war is far from won, with an emphatic midweek trouncing of Limavady United. They remain toe-to-toe with Linfield but now enjoy the luxury of having played more games. Every advantage, no matter how minute, is crucial in such a tight contest. Bring it on!

Incrementally

2008-01-31T14:45:00.000Z

The word is a boon for dreamers, fantasists and those who have just realised that they are not going to succeed in their task. From Derry to Cork, Dublin to Galway and within and beyond those points eL football is alive and fighting.

Back in the aftermath of the 2006 season we were left with a sour taste as the newly-crowned eircom League premier Division champions collapsed under the weight of their financial commitments. Shelbourne had bought the dream, but couldn't afford the payments. Unlike Dublin City in the previous year, the aged club did not sink into oblivion but managed to slow down the ingress of water in the First Division.

A far cry then from talk of Champions League group stages and international recognition for domestic football. Some of our best players crossed the water to ply their trade in England & Scotland; lands were professional football appeared to on a firmer footing; a place where wages would be paid each week, or fortnightly, or monthly. Drogheda United went on to win the subsequent Premier Division title - a famous first for the Drogs, but they were the main beneficiaries of a league which had seen the standards of the top sides slip a little. The Louthmen managed to hold their ground while others slipped back and were duly rewarded.

Our exploits in Europe disappointed, nobody was capable of building upon or even matching, the efforts of Derry City in 2006. But for 2008 many of our Flying Geese have returned. Jason Byrne, Bobby Ryan, George O'Callaghan et al are eL footballers once more. Cynics and professional sneerers will be quick to point them out as failed pros who are returning with their tails up their tails.

But each one returns having added further to their footballing education. Training and playing with and against a better quality of player can only have improved their ability, although in some cases, their perception of that ability. Added to the signings of players like David Partridge, Joe O'Cearruill and Joe Kendrick to name three we are to be gifted a significant improvement in the quality of player on show in Irish football. The players they have displaced will strengthten the squads of sides further down the food chain.

These players command significant outlay on the part of their respective employers and their presence would not be possible without the presence of deep-pocketed benefactors - of course this is a revenue stream under greater scrutiny as part of the ongoing 65% wage cap saga.

We must allow ourselves the time to applaud the steely vision of the clubs who are strenuously striving to take our game onto the next level. It's a slow and painful journey on a difficult road. The effort required to convince investors that there is a future for the game here cannot be underestimated. We've all looked around us from time to time at a ground and wondered why.

Incremental steps - sometimes forward, sometimes back. But progress no matter how minute is still progress. Even then, while some clubs advance and prosper others flail. There will be victims - Kilkenny City have not been able to keep apace - others ail.

Upon reflection, last season can be deemed a transitional one, 2008 brings forth the promise of increased quality, better competition and incremental progress.

Our Heroes

2008-01-24T15:42:00.001Z

Have the FAI discovered the spirit of Glasnost? They opened their bunker to 30 or so extraordinary members of the public recently; extraordinary in that they were that rarest of things, eircom League fans. Lovebombed into submission by Fran Gavin, Noel Mooney and Padraig Smith this proved to be a polished presentation on the wonderful world of the FAI's eircom League leadership.

Cynicism is inevitable from jaded sufferers of Irish football once that acronym is mouthed and most who refuse to take off the blinkers, but there continues to be no other horse to back. The All-Ireland league proposals are sexy under dimmed lighting; but there are many unanswered questions and may be better suited to the future. Our professionalism is still in development and I believe the FAI are doing a fine job of supporting our early steps.

Each negative event is greeted with plates of snide and bowls of derision. The demise of Kilkenny City is a case in point. Had the Cats continued for 2008, then collapsed mid-term, what a cockery it would have made of our league - or have the memories of the tumult caused by Dublin City's implosion been forgotten? Yes, Brother Gavin's comments regarding his hope that other clubs take the same action as Kilkenny were open to misinterpretation; reasoned observers can extract the true meaning from his words.

Any entity which has been run in a cowboy fashion - as the League of Ireland was - is going to take some whipping into shape. Generally the bottom is the best place to start. The brown envelope years, the shoddy player welfare, poor training facilities (recently a hugely successful LOI player from the mid 80's into the 90's recalled running a circuit through the dressing rooms and out along the pitchside at Dalymount Park for a night's training; pre-season entailed chasing skirt around the Isle Of Man during the wee island's summer tournament).

Things have moved on hugely since then, mainly in the Premier Division although not always incrementally. That said, clubs like Finn Harps and Galway United have sprung from the First Division, Dundalk may be about to. The new leaders are setting in place structures; a dull word I know, but much paddling has to go on beneath the water for the swan to glide gracefully. The basics must be right if we are to attract investment into our game.

Even without the completion of this, John Delaney has managed to groom a sugar-daddy for Perennial Crisis FC down Limerick-way, and this should be seen as a coup on a par with the Granny-rule successes of the Charlton era. A city that oozes footballing potential may finally have it realized again almost 30 years after their last slowdance with success.

Increased TV exposure has been extracted from the national broadcaster in the form of an improved highlights package - hopefully a professional presentation almost on a par with the Premiership highlights programme - broadcasting at a time when most viewers are actually awake.

Of course, we must not leave the minnows behind. It's difficult to envisage the likes of Monaghan United capturing the Premier Division title; but their existence is crucial to the development of our product nationally. Strategically placed clubs can offer youngsters across the nation the possibility of top class football close to their own doorstep. Inevitably the best of the crop will be hoovered up by the big clubs, such s the survival of the fittest - football thrives on its elite.

Of the current crop Rovers, Bohs and Cork amongst others have the potential to appeal to longlost football supporters. The two Dublin clubs are heading out to new stadia in the coming years - the Mammies like nice toilets and will be pleased to bring their demanding offspring to
the shiny new temples and spend copious amounts of cash on overpriced food and drink, not to mention souvenirs.

Sounds uncannily like an English Premiership experience I know, but if we want to progress our game we need to fill those seats and empty those wallets in order to increase turnover enough to line the pockets of better quality players.

Much as we love to hate the English elite league - it's really jealousy - it's a slickly run cashcow adored by millions. OK, we'll never reach those heights, but as a model there is much to be taken from its operations.

As fans we continue to rail against every edict from Abbotstown, feeling that big brother is breathing down our arses. It is crucial that we follow the mantra; John Delaney may have his faults, it's widely agreed that he's a capable administrator. Let us bare our holes to his powers for a while longer.

The Management

2008-01-16T16:21:00.000Z

I believe last season can be deemed a success - the first year of the new golden age of domestic football under the chauffeurship of the FAI passed almost uneventfully by. Longford Town received an asterisk - however it was not a controversial ruling. There were no registration horror shows, as the administrative strands of the game were being put into some order.

Possibly the biggest grinch that supporters could have with the new regime was the sometimes inexplicable and often amusing array of sanctions imposed on clubs throughout the 2007 campaign. For sanctions read fines - for the clubs deemed to have broken the rules by allowing supporters to support were invariably hit in the pocket. So much so that it was becoming a nice little earner for the FAI.

Cynics would support such an assertion; although poor pitches, unruly supporters and bottle throwers do not conspire to attract families to football matches. Possibly the most tyrannical application of disciplinary prowess has come in the form of fines for flares - no not a punishment for fashion faux-pas, but a levy on clubs who allow supporters to light such fireworks within the confines of an eL venue.

To most onlookers these objects certainly add to the atmosphere & excitement, lending spice to the prematch build-up. The smoke produced can provide a temporary distraction - especially for TV cameras - but the positives outweigh the negatives. There may be crowd safety issues, but it would seem possible to cordon off a small area at either side/end of a ground where they can be ignited safely.

The early stages of change are often uncomfortable and rarely without teething problems. For years we have bemoaned the lack of organisation; the disjointed attempts at promoting the product; the incestuous infighting amongst club representatives, and the rest. Out came John Delaney's whip to bring a perceived shimmer to proceedings and it has worked.

Yes - problems remain - mainly on the financial side. Strict constraints and checks are making it more difficult for clubs to muddy their financial affairs however. In theory this prevents the possibility of a club drowning in a sea of well-hidden debt; it inflicts the need for good habits and better procedures in the approach to off-field affairs.

The biggest embarrassment of last season was surely the strip debacle at the Cork City v Bray Wanderers televised fixture (the visiting side were forced to play in an old away strip belonging to the hosts, complete with blacked out sponsorship logos and blacked out player's names) - my assumption is that there will be no repeat in 2008.

CPO's proved their worth - it's all still in its infancy. Ground improvements must follow - Mammies want to bring their precious cargo to nice shiny McFootball venues. It's not a vista beloved of hardcore fans but it points the way to survival and success. Bums on seats mean fuller stadia. Fuller stadia will look better on the impending highlights show on RTE; a more polished presentation makes it more difficult for the gripers to knock.

Such growth breeds interest; breeds improved sponsorship; breeds better players. The importance of instilling in youngsters - and the world of schoolboy and junior football - that the eL provides a viable stepping stone, better still a viable career for young footballers, cannot be overstated.

We must hold our nerve for a few more seasons; support the efforts of the professional clubs to advance themselves; support the efforts of the FAI to solidify their framework while lending polish to the image and reputation of League of Ireland football.

Brilliant Whites, Fading Blues?

2007-12-27T14:16:00.000Z

'Twas a windy Wednesday at the Oval office in East Belfast when the protagonists took to the field for another instalment of the Big Two Derby. But this was to be different, this is Big Two in the 21st Century, even if the setting did not reflect same. Satellite television technology was beaming this game - for the first time ever - live into millions of warm comfy sitting rooms across the British Isles and beyond.

All the more kudos then to the hardy souls who levered their backsides from warm barstools and armchairs to roar on the sides. within three minutes of Adrian McCourt's opening bars, Glenn Ferguson had alerted Elliot Morris to his threat as the wind-assisted Blues took the contest to their hosts. Undaunted the Glens retaliated through David scullion, but the midfielder scuffed at his excellent opportunity.

We were still inside the opening ten minutes when Ferguson again threatened- this time he was blown up for a foul as he forced his way in to meet Jamie Mulgrew's centre. There was scarcely time to draw anything before the oldest man on the field - match official aside - was hogging the close-ups again. Oran Kearney was the creator from his perch on the Blues' left-hand side; his clever pull-back was found by the inrushing striker, whose drive was blocked. Some seconds of panic ensued in the hearts of Glenmen worldwide before the ball was hacked away for the relative safety of a corner kick; it turned out to be one of those fruitless ones.

The dizzying openness of the game continued unchecked; Gary Hamilton was about to announce his intentions for the evening. It was a defining statement - Noel Bailie's reluctance to engage the striker in anything resembling a challenge must have unnerved all Blues brothers. The learned defender reversed, and reversed, and back pedalled until Hamilton was left with no option but to strike for goal. Fortunately, Alan Mannus was equal to the task. The ball stubbornly refused to depart the linfield penalty area; Bailie finally intervened, unconvincingly, as he hacked the ball upwards but not away. Another fruitless corner ensued - Baile redeemed his earlier efforts with a crucial intervention which set his side off on the break.

From the corner which resulted, Elliot Morris failed to cover himself in glory, but his teammates bailed him out. Then as the 20th minute approached the first gaping chance of the game presented itself for conversion. It was Philip Carson's ball that set Gary Hamilton into motion; again the former Blackburn Rovers man was afforded an excess of time and space. He waited patiently for a white shirt to arrive into the sparsely populated lands on the right-hand side of Alan Mannus' box - Kyle Neill obliged, and the delivery was perfection. Neill's attempt was not forgettable and not nearly on target - it was to be the first of four fine chances for the left-footer.

The game continued in a harem-scarem fashion with little time afforded the midfielders for purposes of creativity or garnish. A speculative long throw into the hosts' box extracted a soft corner kick from Paul Leeman - the Glentoran backline was looking brittle and disorganised. It seemed that if they were to take anything from this game then they would most definitely have to score - for it seemed a certainty that they would concede. The scrappy midfield exchanges continued as the half hour marker came and went. Gary Hamilton continued to offer the best chance of a goal. A long punt from Mannus brought Peter Thompson and Elliot Morris into collision - both recovered.

Gary Hamilton again offered Kyle Neill the chance to open the scoring - frustatingly for Neill the ball refused to cooperate with his intentions and combined with Mark Dickson's attentions, were enough to snuff out the danger. When Daryl Fordyce fed Hamilton out on the left, the striker crossed into a dangerous channel. Strike partner Michael Halliday looked set to meet the ball - it didn't happen and the ball flew threateningly across the goal to safety. The final threat of the opening forty-five came from Ferguson's driven free kick; it was too high and Glentoran's wind-assisted half was ended.

DJ withdrew Dickson at the break; the introduction of Paul McAreavey offered the hope of some better football during the second half. The Neill/Hamilton axis combined again. This time the latter drew the cover towards him on the right as Neill raced unchaperoned into the central area. Fed perfectly, he refused the offer of a right foot strike; this delay proved decisive as the ball was uncooperative when it camed to the left footed alternative. Again, Linfield struggled to deal with the movement of the duo; again Glentoran failed to capitalise.

Next it was David Scullion who burst through onto Neill's ball - Pat McShane earned his sterling to thwart the former Dungannon Swifts man. for the third time in the opening ten minutes of the second half Glentoran threatened - Kyle Neill's deadball delivery had the opposition defence at fives and sixes before Bailie nullified the danger. then events took a familiar turn for the worse for Glentoran fans. After years of disappointing Boxing Days the injury to Elliot Morris offered little hope of an improvement to that record.

Whether it was a dead leg or a tight hamstring, signs were he wouldn't be continuing. When Paul McAreavey lined up a free kick before the ailing 'keeper the air hung heavy with portent. Thompson met the ball superbly, Morris reacted superbly - it remained scoreless as the hour mark passed.

Alan McDonald's side were making light of the adversities of the elements; the Blues were spurning the advantage offered them. Neill delivered another fre from the right, dropping it dangerously close to Mannus' goal. Colin Nixon followed the trajectory of the ball closely enough to arrive underneath it at the perfect moment. Muscling his way into primacy, he met the dropping ball on the volley, leaving Mannus rooted. The ball flew towards goal. 1-0. No. The woodwork took the brunt of the impact and the ball sat-navved it's way into the arms of the still immobile Mannus.

The anticipated retaliation from the Blues never emanated. Damien Curran made a rare appearance in lieu of Kearney; the hosts continued to exert pressure. Still, their slack defending offered hope to Bluemen. Their were sixty six minutes on the clock when Neill popped up in an unlikely position on the right side of the Glens' attack. Forced into crossing on his right foot, the ball stood up beautifully for Michael Halliday. Ball. Head. Net.1-0 to the Glens.

Once the euphoria had not died down, Linfield responded well initially, through Thompson. That early optimism soon evaporated for their fans though as their heroes soon settled back into their lacklustre comfort zone. Sloppy work from Stephen Douglas heralded the visitors return to the average; he recoverd his error to cut out he immediate danger, the ping-pong nature of the pressure ended with the ball in the arms of Mannus. Then Ferguson, drawing on all of his guile, extracted a free kick from Sean Ward. From the placed ball Michael Halliday appeared to handle - most importantly not in the eyes of the referee - a couple of corners resulted but came to nowt. McAreavey met a free with his head but was wide.

Meanwhile, goalscorer Halliday was perpetual motion personified. Not for the first time, Bailie was made to look human - his error allowed Neill in with just the 'keeper to beat. Not for the first time, Neill's finish was disappointing, especially so if you are a Glens fan. Glentoran were exuding confidence now, passing the ball well as the Blues faded. To their credit, Linfield mustered one last rally - it was not to be however.

The whistle sounded, the Whites celebrated. The monkey was cast aside. Gusto - too much gusto for a game which produced nothing more for the victors than three points in a title race. A sign of blinkered ambition? DJ's post-match benevolence suggested that he could see the bigger picture, his side were still in touch and in line for a royal roasting from the big man.

All Quiet on the eL Front?

2007-12-21T17:11:00.000Z

Part of the excitement and anxiety of end of season drama is the interwoven dread of the imminent vacuum heading the football fan's way. Three months of scavenging for news, while the rest of Europe suckles on the Champions League cashcow, can be demoralising. There is much to be done during those three months or so; budgets to be agreed, squads to be deconstructed - then reconstructed, ground improvements to be made, Christmas shopping, signatures to be forged etc.

Yet the increasing demands which professionalism is bringing to the highest level of the game here have combined to make this close season one of the most newsworthy of recent times - most notably in the managerial department. Already, hot Roddy Collins has made his close-seasonal appearance, this time linked to the Kilkenny City job - no doubt he has a mate who's looking to invest in a club. Damian Richardson drew notice to the fragile nature of his tenure at Turner's Cross on the eve of City's FAI Cup Final win; meanwhile John Robertson's dwindling influence at Derry City was cut short by the incoming board at the Brandywell.

Dunfermline Athletic's below Pars league performances resulted in the inevitable for gone-but-not-forgotten Stephen Kenny. With Alan Matthews resigning his position - but retaining his dignity - at relegated Longford Town and Rico coming to an arrangement with those nice people at Arkaga, there were a lot of vacancies on the FAS boards for football managers. For us fans it meant that there was plenty to speculate upon and discuss - and that was before Sean Connor's penchant for daring to bare landed his backside in hot water, or was it deep shit.

Mike Kerley's return to Limerick, albeit the 37 edition, followed on Paul McGee's dismissal from the novice club. But, as if to underline the positives of management, Paul Doolin dragged eL football into repute when he was announced Manager of the Year recently - just the second time that an eL boss has captured the title, following on from the great Jim McLaughlin. Shamrock Rovers' legal triumph has turfed the way for the Hoops' to finally put down roots after over 20 nomadic years.

Most significant though, has been the news of RTE's upcoming hour-long weekly highlights show. I remain unconvinced of the benefit that live games carry in terms of attracting potential new fans to the league. Vast expanses of empty seats do little to suggest that the undecided punter is missing out on something. A well-edited highlights programme featuring action, interview, chat and analysis should prove infinitely more effective. Given the proposed 'primetime' slot, this is gold, frankincense and myrrh for the eL.

Much thought needs to be given to the format here - the FAI are unlikely to hold much sway - let's hope that the bods in RTE can come up with something befitting the direction of the domestic game here, rather than harking back to dated ideas. Who hasn't looked at the closing credits of a live game - or even sleepy old Eircom League Weekly - and been impressed by the effect of modern editing techniques combined with a good soundtrack to produce a very potent and positive snapshot of the quality on show in the modern game?

John Delaney is disliked by many - hated by others- few reach the position that he is in without being in possession of a dark side. His faux pas on the international scene have lent his reputation little breathing space, there can be no doubt that he is improving, incrementally, the off-field situation in the eircom League. There will continue to be detractors, but if it all goes SeanConnors'arse-up in the future, it won't have been for want of TV exposure.

Speaking of SC, maybe he could take up a promotional role with the ruling body? Maybe not.

What Next?

2007-12-12T17:15:00.000Z

Off season - a time for reflection, careful planning, preparation, relaxation and restoration. If that sounds tranquil then it bears scant resemblance to reality. At time of writing Damian Richardson is purportedly standing on the managerial plank; measuring his office are the likes of Alan Matthews. Fresh from expanding his prowess for cup competitions is Stephen Kenny, recently dumped by Dunfermline for his abysmal league showing. John Robertson finally got his wish and will not be returning to Derry City- the possible return of King Kenny to the Brandywell seems too convenient.

Nutsy is only on the periphery of the action with his under 23 obligations and it's noticeable that his name bubbles up less frequently now with regard to vacant managerial posts. Paul Doolin has left many a mouth agape with his remarks regarding the excessive wages being offered to players, some of which he is quoted as calling 'unsustainable' - unless of course your club are sustained by male parents of the glucose/lactose/fructose family of carbohydrates - which does not apply to Drogheda United. the same Drogheda United which has collected first team players like Panini stickers over the last couple of seasons.

One significant victim of such player-grabbing has been the talented midfielder Stephen Bradley. Bradley started just nine of the Drogs league games last term, he completed just four of those. For my limited resources, one of the best passing midfielders in the league, it has been criminal to see him consigned to wearing the club tracksuit in the stand on matchnights. Drogheda's squad-building harks back to the early days of restrictions on foreign imports back in the 80's. AC Milan were the Emperors of Europe then, built on the brilliant orange of vanBasten, Gullit and Rijkaard. Unfortunately the three foreigners per team rule of the era confined such gifts as those of Jean-Pierre Papin to a besuited role in the stands while football's biggest finals were being played.

I accept it's a great leap from Drogheda United to AC Milan - at the moment - it just frustrates me too see talent sat on it's gluteus maximus rather than entertaining on the field of play. Falkirk's intervention must be a welcome lifebuoy for the former Arsenal man, but his talent is an unheralded loss to the future of eircom League football. Given the rumours surrounding an all-Ireland professional league which have been given an outlet recently, his departure is even more unwelcome.

Those proposals are currently shrouded in fog, but come about at a crucial time in the development of the game down South. With all the prerogative of an indecisive female, most of our newly professional clubs are railing against the terms of an agreement they signed about a year ago - particularly that section dealing with wage caps. No longer content - although one suspects that they never were - to accept such an imposition, the flying of the all-Ireland kite smacks of mischievous leverage tactics alongside the resurrection of the old chestnut.

Kaiser Delaney underlined the importance of the wage cap for all clubs this week, and the agreed 65% wage/35% development split is merited when one takes a peek inside our current ground stock. They are hardly welcoming arenae for the potential new punter and will not encourage patronage from those unsuspecting members of the public lured anew into our games. Of course, for those clubs propped up by the aforementioned fathers of sugar, such restrictions represent the Roddy Collins of irritants. It's all about making carcinogens while the sun shines - when Daddy's wallet is open such clubs would be foolish not to indulge his whims. The statement by Linfield's chairman Jim Kerr ruling his club out of the new proposals represents a setback for their substance.

All of this comes at a time of mixed relations between the authorities on both sides of the sterling/euro divide. The IFA contingent are still coming to terms with the admittance of Sunday football from next year, finally bringing the ruling body into line with the rest of Europe. Where Europe and the IFA diverge again though is on the thorny subject of player eligibility. The Darren Gibson saga continues to thwart the idyll; FIFA's interim proposal seems to have incensed further our Northern brethren, while the FAI have predictably towed the line - and why not -we've accepted players from all over the globe under the granny rule, we would have no qualms about pilfering the best that Northern Ireland have to offer. Just this week the issue again spilled over into the realms of our political dunces. This time it was Edwin Poots -a man who must be admired for refusing to change his surname -the NI Assembly's Sports Minister attempted to have a motion condemning FIFA's proposals passed at Stormont during the week. Poots, a DUP member was less than pleased with the disinterest of the Nationalist parties in his motion; his political motion that is. Meanwhile deputy leader of the Ulster Unionists, Danny Kennedy, rounded on Dermot Ahern for his publicly voiced support of world football's governing body's suggestion. The head bods at FIFA meet in Tokyo this Sunday when hopefully a sensible resolution can be produced.

An all-Ireland professional league would provide the impetus that domestic football still clearly needs, but we are not yet ready to present ourselves in our finery to the viewing public. Bohs are in transit - but have been presented with the inevitable legal objections; the sale of Tolka Park will render Shels homeless - this too is the subject of legal process following Ivano Cafolla's objections. Rovers await the keys to their new hoopdom in Tallaght. Drogheda United's plans for a new ground drag on. Windsor Park is falling into disrepair while the authorities decide upon proposals for the site of a new national stadium for Northern Ireland - the site at the Maze is current favourite.

Until we have grounds that welcome families in comfort, we will not attract sufficient numbers to sustain a professsional league upon this island, regardless of any other issues.

A Very Irish Cup Final

2007-12-04T16:23:00.000Z

The weather conditions invoked fantasies of coddle, stew, boiled bacon and cabbage. This was not the face of modern Ireland with its panninis, ciabattas and cheeses - the mere fact that the conditions were influential underscores the Irishness of this Cup Final.

Of course those who proclaimed that this must be the time and the place were sitting in the nice covered area with, no doubt, lashings and lashings of latte macchiatos on stream. All around them lay the unholy trinity of uncovered areas populated with hardened football fans, parfrozen, pre-soaked. It was so cold, even the plastic seats were blue. Definitely not the kind of conditions conducive to sellout crowds - neither Ford nor the FAI can be held responsible for the prevailing barometric pressure - Dalymount Park would have provided greater protection from the elements for the hardy faithful - we ought to know better than to expect favourable weather in December.

Cork City chose the occasion to unveil their all-new stripeless strip, replete with all-new crest; a crest depicting a vessel sailing into shelter, or out, into waters choppy? The minute's silence in memory of Longford Town's longstanding President- the late Peter Keenan - was impeccably observed as kick-off approached. Both sides fielded much as anticipated; the only surprise being Gareth Farrelly's omission from the right side of Cork's midfield in favour of Leon McSweeney. Prematch fitness doubts surrounding Brian O'Callaghan, John O'Flynn and Liam Kearney had evaporated - the appeals against the suspensions of Gary Deegan and Neal Horgan fell on hard hearts. Deegan's absence presented Daire Doyle with a start in the underdogs' engine room. Cillian Lordan replaced Horgan.

On the line was the previously contentious prizemoney of €100k for the victors; €75k for the vanquished; and European football next season. Cork City's build-up had been fractious to say the least; a river of stories relating to player unrest over contracts and the possible departure of Damien Richardson provided a possible opportunity for Longford to steal ahead.

Perhaps it was with this in mind that the relegated side began so forcefully. Wind-assisted, they took the contest to City from kick off. Daire Doyle pummelled in to dispossess Joe Gamble from the tip off; Town's No.6 was involved again seconds later as part of the move which saw Baker flick the ball on to Mooney. The striking duo made O'Callaghan and defensive leader Dan Murray look ponderous at times during the early exchanges. Clearly, this pairing was key to the scant chance of success for Longford.

That said, at the other end of the arena Kevin Doherty and shay Kelly got themselves into a mess with Denis Behan lurking - luckily the ball was scuffed to safety. With eleven minutes gone Damien Brennan crossed the halfway line to deliver a high ball into the opposing penalty area - Lordan was lax in letting Baker slip in ahead of him, but the defender's blushes were spared by the striker's poor connection. A couple of minutes later Mooney was prominent as Baker set up Doyle, but Mick Devine was equal to his effort. With the quarter hour mark approaching the Cork netminder reacted superbly to thwart Jamie Duffy as Alan Matthews' men pressed hard.

Wily Billy Woods took the opportunity afforded him to rebuke Duffy soon after and was fortunate not to see yellow for his challenge. Mark Rutherford, Robbie Martin and Doyle were operating at maximum power to deny the vaunted Cork midfield time and space; and enjoying much success. After about twenty five minutes we saw the first signs of mental fatigue from the part-timers: City were beginning to put passes together but had not yet found enough rhythm to retain possession.

Devine was slowing the game down at every kick out as the favourites controlled their ambition. There was an injury scare for Baker when Joe Gamble challenged him in that fair but solid fashion beloved of hardworking footballers. With the 30 minute signpost in the near distance, Lordan sent a hopeful ball forward. Two Longford defenders got up close and unreliable with the clearance ricocheting off Kevin Doherty; Shay Kelly blocked Behan's effort before the ball dropped to the unmarked Kearney. Kelly was in land were no goalkeeper should be as the half-litre sized winger weighed up the situation. He dallied too long before attempting a cross for the inrushing O'Flynn and the chance was wasted.

Explanations had not yet been collected from the defenders when Colin Healy released Behan. Pat Sullivan was alert enough to block the blocky striker for the game's first corner and cork were beginning to find that rhythm. The opening corner was promptly followed by Cork's second. Longford's nervous moments abated temporarily when they won their opening corner seven minutes before the break - Baker's delivery was poor. Ominously for the Town, Joe Gamble was becoming a more prominent figure in the contest; his efforts were leading to the enhancement of Healy's input and the break could not come soon enough for Alan Matthews. His side had another narrow escape from McSweeney's free -kick - the ball dropped to O'Callaghan deep in enemy territory; Kelly raced to smother the potential danger, not realising the Cork centre-half had been ruled offside.

So it was scoreless at the break, but the elements were in Cork's favour for the second forty-five ; even the tide was. Longford's failure to score while in the ascendancy would surely unseat their challenge, while their intensity had dropped sufficiently to allow Cork time and space - surely a bad thing. There was little scope on the red & black bench for further influencing the game and the part-timers were sure to wilt as the game wore on.

Cup finals in December are not usually frequented by streakers; this was to be no exception. We were treated to the sight of crumpled flags making their bid for freedom - purple fingers no longer able to retain their grip on the green and white, red and black plastic, as it streaked across the playing area.

The second half opened just as the first had; only roles were reversed. This time it was Gamble who pounced to win possession for his side from Longford's tip-off. Straight away el Rico's charges were on the offensive and Kelly didn't have time to get cold in the Longford goal before he was called upon to make a save. Less than three minutes into the new half Robbie Martin looked to have played his last part in the 2007 Cup Final. While he lay on the sideline receiving treatment Woods flashed a free kick across the delicate area between defender and goalkeeper; neither branch made contact as the ball passed dangerously close to Kelly's back post. While Martin was receiving the rub of the relic Dessie Baker began to signal to the sideline. The striker was withdrawn, replaced by midfielder Ian Wexler. Robbie Martin rose again and was asked to partner Mooney up front - gallant and heroic, but not 100% - he did not shirk the challenge.

Cork were finally beginning to dominate in the wide areas of the RDS; the poor quality of delivery was offering Longford a stay of execution though. The men in red & lack were struggling to cross the equator; rare breaks offered rarer respite as wave upon wave of white set sail for Kelly's goal. Captain Dan delivered a ball from deep within his own half. Damien Brennan and John O'Flynn took off in pursuit - Johno's lower mileage showing as he arrived just ahead of the industrious Brennan. Little did the Town's skipper realise that all was not well back at base.

Central defence's second in command, Officer Kevin Doherty was indulging himself in a momentary lapse of concentration. Denis Behan wasn't prepared to wait for Doherty to return to the game, so he set off towards the opposition goalmouth. O'Flynn prospered down the left, well enough to deliver a knee-high cross into Limerick (aka 'the danger area'). Behan arrived - pursued by Sean Prunty who had abandoned his post in favour of the pursuit - launching himself with all the grace a man of his bulk can muster, he met the ball perfectly and the rain fell from Kelly's net. 1-0 to CCFC, with half an hour outstanding.

The aforementioned Brennan was making headway down City's port side three minutes later; Billy Woods injured himself in the act of halting Brennan's progress- he returned briefly to the action, but succumbed to the pain moments later. Colin O'Brien replaced Lordan at right-back; the latter switched to the left. It was one-way traffic now; Cork were flowing freely, like mid morning buses in a bus lane, towards Kelly's goal. Not that they were busting a gut to score another goal; City were strangling the game. Longford looked forlorn, bereft of hope and ingenuity. If they were to level it would have to be from a deadball situation. One such scenario was played out in the 75th minute; bizarrely it was the country's top scorer Dave Mooney who swung in the corner kick. A minute later Doherty was carded - O'Callaghan's free kick was memorable for it's lack of quality. Jamie Duffy was replaced; nothing changed.

Gamble released McSweeney, his cutback is marginally behind Behan who eventually assembles himself to shoot high into the roof of the net - only it's too high and the crossbar bends with the ferocity of the impact. Eight minutes to go and Sullivan is the second Townman to be carded as frustration begins to take a hold. Six minutes remaining; this time Kearney exploits Longford's right flank - Johno is next to rattle the bar; probably not for the last time that evening. Farrelly is seconded to the right side of midfield; Cork are pulling the shutters down. Robbie Martin makes a late dash for that last pint er, goal; his brave legs cannot carry him quickly enough and the opportunity is lost. Three minutes left; Mooney ends his Longford career with a woeful corner kick, surely his side's last chance. The last minute of regulation time - Pat Sullivan dismisses himself; Dave McKeon confirms the defender's interpretation of events.

It's all over. But the battle continues for Cork City's playing staff - their victory a bi-fingered salute to the faceless enemy.

Beauty and the Beast

2007-11-27T16:22:00.000Z

Cork City P33 W15 D 10 L 8 F 44 A 32 Pts 55 Final position 4th
Longford Town P33 W 9 D 8 L 16 F 34 A 49 Pts 29? Final position 12th

?
I've gone for a question mark as opposed to the more regularly roadtested asterisk, as one is usually liable to strike a quizzical pose in these instances - it denotes the deduction of six points from Longford's accumulated total due to licensing irregularities.

The final league table tells the tale of a season beset with hurdles, injuries, suspensions and unforeseen events. Cork City were always better equipped for the long haul then the slender squad bequeathed to Alan Matthews last Spring, and it shows in the stats. The never generous bookies make the Leesiders odds on favs to record their second success from the club's fourth appearance in the decider. The Town are also appearing for the fourth time, although they are chasing their 3rd success of the 21st century; the similarities don't begin there though - this pair joined the league on the same day back in 1984!

The last side to defeat Cork City in FAI Cup football were Longford Town, and the occasion produced one of Irish footballs most celebrated acronyms. The evening of May 26th 2006 is recorded in the anals of Corkonians as the night when they finally identified RRS - not the venue of the 2007 final, but Ridden Rock Solid.

On the field of play el Rico's side hold most of the trumps. An almost completely full-time squad confers his charges with the advantage of greater stamina, fitness and enhanced preparation. Not to mention his trio of international midfielders! Alan Matthews has assembled a squad of honest footballers; stuck together with the gaffer's tape, but he is possessed of a rare gift in the goalscoring talents of Dave Mooney.

Mooney has not set the eircom League alight before this campaign but his tally of 22 goals from 37 starts was the springboard for Longford's ultimately unsuccessful attempt to retain their Premier Division status. In midfield, the Midlanders will be without the suspended Gary Deegan - a serious blow to their hopes given that they are already without the cup-tied triumvirate of Colm James, Sean Kelly and Ian Ryan. Following the club's relegation it can be assumed that many of the Town's side will be turning out for the last time in the Red & Black stripes.

Both clubs appealed against their respective suspensions - Neal Horgan was ruled out for Cork City - but were rebuffed by the b's that power. City will absorb Hoggy's absence more readily with either Cillian Lordan or the experienced Colin O'Brien ready to slot in at right full. On the other flank there will be no return for hernia victim Darragh Ryan and Billy Woods is set to continue his stint at left full.

If Longford are to upset the odds at the RDS this Sunday they will have to negate the influence of the City midfield. It's very unlikely that Matthews' side can nullify the threat of all four for 90 minutes without defending gamely from the front two right through. Should they manage to achieve that they will give themselves a chance. City do not boast the defensive unity of the 2005 and 2006 camapigns and the trickery of Dessie Baker allied to the goaltouch and movement of Mooney can certainly cause problems for the favourites.

This suggests a serving of the beautiful game from City - should Longford allow it - and a helping of rugged cup football from the opposition. Longford are no strangers to the dark side of the beautiful game and will no doubt be inspired by their recent trip to the RDS to watch Leinster's rugby heroes in action. Up front, John O'Flynn has had a stop-one start-stop kind of season and is not at his sharpest; Denis Behan is boisterous and brawny but not prolific; Leon McSweeney may be preferred to one or other of that pair, he certainly showed enough against Bohemians in the semi-final to be worthy of a start. That start is unlikely to be in the wide position from which he bedazzled Bohs; he has been the most effective of Rico's strikers since Roy O'Donovan departed.

Alan Matthews is leading his men to their 5th cup final (League & FAI) in six seasons, a phenomenal achievement for the understated boss; Damien Richardson is under great pressure to deliver a trophy following a disappointing league campaign which was buoyed only by the ineptitudes of their closest rivals. With Arkaga leaning over his shoulder, a win may well provide him with welcome leverage when attempting to prise open the chequebook during the off season.

In a one-off game anything is possible, who thought Derry and Pats would exchange seven goals last year? Referee, Dave McKeon will begin proceedings at 3.30pm in the RDS on Sunday 2nd December and the winners will happily accept their €100K, while the losers will be consoled by the texture and scent of a cheque for €75K - it has been decreed.

Cork City

Path To The Final
Bohemians 0-2 Cork City Ford FAI Cup 2007 26 Oct 07 ->>
Cork City 4-0 Waterford United Ford FAI Cup 2007 25 Sep 07 ->>
Waterford United 1-1 Cork City Ford FAI Cup 2007 22 Sep 07 ->>
Cork City 5-1 Kilkenny City Ford FAI Cup 2007 17 Aug 07 ->>
S helbourne 0-1 Cork City Ford FAI Cup 2007 15 Jun 07 ->>

Scorers
4: Denis Behan 3: Liam Kearney 2: John O'Flynn 1: Colin Healy, Leon McSweeney, Brian O'Callaghan, Roy O'Donovan

Longford Town

Path To The Final
UCD 0-1 Longford Town Ford FAI Cup 2007 28 Oct 07 ->>
Longford Town 3-1 Limerick 37 Ford FAI Cup 2007 22 Sep 07 ->>
Longford Town 2-0 Fanad United Ford FAI Cup 2007 18 Aug 07 ->>
Longford Town 1-0 Celbridge Town Ford FAI Cup 2007 16 Jun 07 ->>

Scorers
3: Dave Mooney 1: Richie Baker, Kevin Doherty, Jamie Duffy, Robbie Martin.

Previous meetings:
Cork City 3-2 Longford Town Eircom League Premier Division 2007 14 Sep 07 ->>
Longford Town 1-2 Cork City Eircom League Premier Division 2007 26 Jun 07 ->>
Cork City 2-0 Longford Town Eircom League Premier Division 2007 30 Mar 07 ->>
Cork City 1-1 Longford Town Eircom League Premier Division 2006 6 Oct 06 ->>
Longford Town 0-2 Cork City Eircom League Premier Division 2006 8 Jul 06 ->>
Longford Town 2-1 Cork City Ford FAI Cup 2006 26 May 06 ->>

Stan James Prices
Cork 4/6
Draw 9/4
Longford 4/1

Go North Young Man

2007-11-22T18:44:00.000Z

We're winding down now; the protracted promotion/relegation playoff is drawing to a finish and the FAI Cup final is nighish. We could have been licking our fingers in anticipation of the season finale this weekend, but the ruling body couldn't find a suitable venue in South Africa. The de-pressing business of finding out who will prevent our hapless international side from qualifying for the 2010 World Cup finals awaits.

Cork City have had another RRS moment; mysteriously Longford Town are again on the periphery- maybe it has nothing to do with Dublin at all. They are arguing, uniquely, for a scenario which would give them less income from their Cup Final appearance than the one currently agreed. At least, the FAI say it was agreed - by all four semi-finalists- even though this appears to be in clear contravention of their own rules.

But once December 2nd has passed it will all be behind us until next Spring; and how we will miss the self-flagellation. There is another way though, and it's only 90 minutes drive away with a fully-qualified driver in your passenger seat. The action next year kicks off with the 2008 Setanta Sports Cup competition. The winter months can be spent researching the quality of the opposition from across the border.

Unfortunately we cannot rely on the medium of television for help; the scant offerings on Saturday evening's 'Final Score from NI' on BBC serve only to frustrate - UTV's efforts are not dissimilar. Increasingly, clubs are offering highlights via their ever improving websites in order to indulge fans, both loyal and lazy. There is a very active fans forum offering tentative newcomers a view into the rough and tumble of rivalry NI-style.

Linfield, Glentoran, Dungannnon Swifts and Cliftonville compose next term's Setanta Cup quartet, and those four have shown prominently during the opening quarter of the league season. Alan McDonald has taken over the wheel at Glentoran amidst the kind of boardroom turmoil that delights opposing fans. Following a frustrating spell under Paul Millar - now at Bangor - Mc Donald has seen his side trot to the top of the table, unbeaten in their opening eight outings. Of course, knockers of the Glenmen titter gleefully when recalling a similar start last year when they raced away only to collapse like a Glentoran defence.

Cliftonville won many admirers with their footballing prowess last year; Eddie Patterson's side were ultimately undone by the lack of depth in their squad - nobody refers to this as shallowness - I don't know any of the members personally. Patterson has moved quietly and efficiently through the marketplace to enhance his side and there is a greater confidence and belief about them thus far. They have suffered their unfair share of injuries yet still remain unbeaten - the demands of the Setanta Cup later in the season will tell a tale about their stamina and resilience - Portadown boss Ronnie McFall expressed his satisfaction when his side failed to qualify, claiming participation had shredded the domestic title chances of his shallow squad.

Linfield are a known quantity, strangely David Jeffrey has added little to his armoury; that may change during January's transfer window being that the Blues have made an inauspicious start to the season by their own dizzying standards. Even so, they are but a single point from the summit. Joining them there are Newry City; although the fixture list has been benevolent to date, the border club have shown definite signs of improvement - bolstered by the acquisition of Friars brothers Emmet and Sean along with the retention of pivotal midfielder Richard Clarke. Gerry Flynn in his first full season as City supremo has certainly been producing results; that can be said of every manager of course.

The aforementioned Ports are struggling to find their goal touch - despite the high profile signing of Andy Smith - the goalshy striker netted on his debut for the club but has returned to familiar ways since. Theirs has been a disappointing start with five league defeats under their garters already. Given that just two points separate the Reds from Dungannon Swiftsone spot above them the contrast between the two is remarkable.

Harry Fay took Joe McAree's side to their first ever Irish Cup Final a few months back; it was some compensation for a disappointing league campaign despite the painful penalty shootout. The Swifts were slow out of the blocks this time around and endured a difficult run of fixtures which saw them fall behind early on. But with Mark McAllister retained and Rodney McAree returning to fitness they are beginning to show signs of improvement. Succesive victories over Linfield - their first ever win over the Blues - and Portadown were followed up with a 5-1 win over struggling Armagh City; if they can absorb the loss of Matt Walton from the squad the future looks appealing.

Sky Sports were forced to commit to broadcasting five live games this season as part of their deal to cover the buoyant international side and we have already been treated to a fine contest between Cliftonville and Linfield. Next up is the traditional battlefest featuring Glentoran and Linfield. Traditionally fixed for the Boxing Day (those south of Newry can insert St. Stephen's Day), this year is no exception although kick -off is a non-traditional 5.20pm.

So sit back and enjoy the pride, without prejudice, safe in the knowledge that you will be match fit come February.

No Over 23's Allowed - Neat Dress Essential

2007-11-14T14:31:00.000Z

And so I trundled up to Dalymount Park for the final occasion this season to catch the opening group game of the International Challenge Trophy betwixt Ireland's U23's and Slovakia. Being as I know slightly more about the Irish side than I do about the Slovaks I made a conscious decision to concentrate on the performance of the hosts.

The word among the gaggle in the press area was that Slovakia were fielding an Under 20 selection. Their ensuing performance added credibility to this suggestion. Not having attended an underage international for quite a while, I had forgotten that such events are populated largely by unbroken voices and their mentors. Still, it made for a refreshing change from the usual battle-hardened supporters of the host club. A healthy 2,200 bodies - although there is sure to have been a few coughs and sniffles given the time of year - turned out to cheer on the youthful glitterati of the eircom League.

Pat Fenlon's first squad didn't raise too many hackles; neither did his first eleven. The biggest call was in the centre of midfield, with Paul Keegan and Stephen Rice in ahead of Stephen O'Donnell and Stephen Bradley. It suggested that Nutsy was going for enforcers rather than passers and left one fearing the worst for the upcoming ninety minutes. Given Stephen Bradley's lack of first team football this term, his absence could be understood; as a fan of the beautiful game I would have fancied seeing O'Donnell in ahead of Rice of the Rovers. However, until I am employed by the FAI as a manager this opinion is of no significance.

Anthems over, I always struggle with the second verse, we settled back for an evening of eircom League Fantasy Football. It was certainly a thrill to watch these seasonal enemies align themselves as teammates in Ireland's cause. Having endured the Stan Debacles this season, it was a treat to watch an Irish side eager to apply themselves to the cause and hungry for the ball. Fenlon's solid centre did allow him the freedom to play two wide attacking midfielders, both ably supported by marauding full backs.

It was in these areas that the Irish achieved most success. Conor Powell and Killian Brennan patrolled the left side, while Ger O'Brien and Joxer Kelly manned the right. The polished teak of Conor Kenna dovetailed nicely at centre-half with the aggression and determination of Gavin Peers. Barry Murphy's reputation remains untarnished, in truth he had a quiet evening. Up front Denis Behan and Dave Mooney atempted to forge a partnership.

The game was about eight minutes young when Peers set up Killian Brennan at the school end; the Derry City man rushed his scooped effort and it went harmlessly over. The Slovaks countered in an even opening quarter; Ger O'Brien's satnav failed him and he got lost under a dropping ball - memories of Sean Kelly's exquisite own goal raced across the collective consciousness - the wayward clearance allowed a moment of pressure from the blue-shirted Slovakians. It all ended tamely as Barry Murphy lined himself up behind a low shot to his near post.

Ireland began to up the pace of their game; Behan's ball to the right invited O'Brien forward. The Rovers full-back never needed to be asked a second time, his low cross was met by John Paul Kelly, but in an unconvincing fashion. Mooney was next to threaten as he rose for a long ball only to be denied by the visiting 'keeper before he could make contact. The lack of creativity in the Irish centre led to many long balls being lumped forward from wide areas of the pitch - it wasn't easy o the eye and it wasn't easy on the opposing defence - neither was it producing favourable results.

It was midway through the opening half before the hosts would reveal the most potent and accurate weapon in their armoury. Brennan stood over the deadball, before curling it wickedly to the far post. Unfortunately on this occasion there was nobody there to profit from the quality of the delivery. Within three minutes the scene was repeated; this time Gavin Peers was on hand to guide the ball netwards with the simplest of cushioned headers and Ireland were leading. On the half hour mark Dave Mooney was flattened, not for the last time and Brennan's resultant effort scraped the post.

The well-worn phrase that is 'one-way traffic' is about to be dusted off and inserted. Within minutes the visiting defence was again byt v rozpakoch; Joxer's low cut back from the left was intercepted but Ireland picked up the pieces. The ball was eventually worked out to the right for the perennially raiding O'Brien to cross low and hard into the critical zone. Rice raced to meet it but missed a gift, Brennan wasn't so benevolent - two nil to the boys in green.

Three minutes later Mooney wriggled free to offer Rice the opportunity to atone for his earlier miss - this time the Bohsrovers midfielder made good contact but the falling 'keeper got enough on the strike to deny him. Denis Behan's injury afforded Larry Byrne the opportunity to show that he has lost none of his pace as he raced across to treat the Cork bulldozer. Another deep cross, this time from the right back, was met by Mooney who forced a good save from the Slovak netminder - the follow up was blocked and Herr Winter's whistle signalled the end of the half.

The Blues brought on what my dear old Grandad oft referred to as a 'speed merchant' for the second half. His remit seemed to be to pin the threat of Ger O'Brien back, but he picked up a knock early on which cooled his jets; eventually the winger was withdrawn. Permit me to say 'early doors' - the visitors began with purpose and constructed a couple of good passing movements. The home side won a free kick in a central area - Denis Behan was letting nobody near the ball; his effort did not fail to disappoint.

The Slovakian Purpose strategy evaporated within minutes of the restart. Dave Mooney met Kenna's header to shoot first time - on another night the Longford Town hero could have scored a hat-trick; on another night he did. Kenna was next to have a header saved; Brennan again the provider from a deadball. Then Ireland hit a sloppery patch - yes a combination of slippery and sloppy. Slovakia availed of the space to put another good passing move together; it was fluffy and pink.

Denis Behan was called ashore midway through the second half; Ger Rowed out to replace him. The change brought some impetus to the Irish game again; O'Brien and Mooney linked up but the latter was called offside; I'm sure he's been called worse. Again it was Mooney who threatened, this time his half volley from the angle of the 18-yard box forced a good save from the 'keeper. Stephen O'Donnell replaced Rice in the 71st minute. Killian Brennan continued to stress out the 'keeper with his dangerous free-kicks; the same could not be said of his corners. With less than a quarter of an hour outstanding it was nearing bedtime for the kiddies, the crowd began to thin out as the game began to lose shape. Ireland were completely dominant and Slovakia had thrown in the towel- bereft of ideas and answers.

Conor Sammon was introduced for Dave Mooney in the 78th minute; within a couple of minutes he was hunting down O'Donnell's flick but was foiled by the 'keeper. Joxer caused flux down the right, cutting dangerously inside when there seemed nowhere to go; the ball broke to Keegan whose rasping drive rattled the bar from about 22 metres - I can't be more accurate than this, it all happened so fast. His follow up was less exciting. Ger Rowe should have hit the target with his header five minutes from the end of the regulation time. Then we discovered that four substitutes are allowed at this level - it was the guests who availed of the opportunity first, before Pat Kavanagh replaced Kelly.

Then there was the unanticipated promise of a yoga display from the stewards when they were called upon to assume their end of match positions - it wasn't attractive.

The gap between the sides was clear; physically Ireland were both more mature and stronger. Paul Keegan especially, and Stephen Rice prowled the midfield area like Saturday night bouncers. Professional bouncers at that; any hint of trouble was dealt with swiftly and efficiently. The Slovaks lacked the guile to penetrate and the physicality to compete. Ireland dealt with them in a cleancut fashion; fans would have fancied another couple of goals, but this is not Nutsy's way. In all, it provided optimism and pride for the assembled - the clash with Northern Ireland next spring will have an extra bite to it.

Ireland: Barry Murphy(Shamrock Rovers), Ger O'Brien(Shamrock Rovers), Conor Powell(Bohemians), Conor Kenna(UCD), Gavin Peers(Sligo Rovers), John Paul Kelly(Bohemians), Paul Keegan(Drogheda United), Stephen Rice(Shamrock Rovers), Killian Brennan(Derry City), Dave Mooney(Longford Town), Denis Behan(Cork City).

Subs: Darren Quigley(UCD), Conor Sammon(UCD) replaced Mooney 78; Stephen O'Donnell(Bohemians) replaced Rice 71; Sean Kelly(Cork City), Stephen Bradley(Drogheda United), Ger Rowe(Shamrock Rovers) replaced Behan 65; Patrick Kavanagh(Bray Wanderers) replaced Kelly 90.

Slovakia: You wouldn't know any of them.

Referee: Richie Winter

Bohs v Cork City - A Neutral's Perspective

2007-10-27T11:28:00.000+01:00

Act I- The Beginning

Were Steve Staunton still flailing about it in his former role as Republic of Ireland manager he could have taken a masterclass in the art of football management from Damian Richardson at Dalymount Park last night. While many football bosses hold to the mantra that once the players cross the white lime the game is out of your hands, there is a lot that can and should be done before that happens.

The streets of Phibsborough in downtown Dublin 7 thronged with angry looking German Shepherds and gaily clad Gardai; it was almost as if Shamrock Rovers were to be tonight's visitors. Poles, Lithuanians, Chinese and Corkies and poles populated the footpaths. Within the condemned stadium there was an air of anticipation; a press area thronged with flickering laptops and men with large earmuffs loaned an air of gravitas to the proceedings.

And impressive proceedings they were as the Big Club put on her finest clothes for the occasion. A packed stand allowed one to imagine what it could be like every week if only...It seems but a matter of time before each player is introduced individually to the crowd at a live game. Player T's name will be called ( X always seems to get this gig, but I'm trying to improve the image of T) to his individual musical intro. He may just jog on and wave; the more talented ones will somersault into the arena in the fashion of pompous boxing champions; there will be a scantily clad nubile on either side. End of fantasy.

The choreography bestowed by television on our live games, means the combatants must line up abreast of one another for a close up camera shot prior to the tossing and handshaking. An unfortunate oversight last night meant that the camera cable was too short to get close in. Bohs fans could not know it then, but it was to be a dire portent. The cohesion with which the red and black entered the arena was as good as it got for the home fans, their performance lacked in all departments thereafter.

In the game's first significant clash Liam Kearney faced up to his former Shels teammate Owen Heary. Ryan McCann was in close attendance; this double-up suggested that theirs was a predetermined dovetailing of duties on the right hand side for the hosts. Heary waited patiently as the magpied winger danced around the ball; then with all the wisdom and knowledge of a defender who's seen it all before, he ended the scene. Throw in to the visitors and the optimism of the home fans is uncontained.

But the Corkies weren't having it; undeterred they put it up to Bohs. Brian Murphy flapped uncharacteristically under a high ball. Denis Behan was wasteful. The first kick out of the contest painted a depressing picture. I decry these long kick outs, twenty players compressed into a fraction of the grass on one side of the pitch; it invokes memories of under 10's pursuing a terrified ball en masse into a corner of the pitch. Not alone that, but it turns clean possession into a lottery.

When Kevin Hunt made a poor choice of pass Cork were quick to capitalise. John O'Flynn had no time to think about injury as he burst towards goal - his effort was somewhat premature, and wide. The game had not yet settled. Heary hoofed a hopeful ball crossfield- it dropped from the airspace surrounding the figure of Cork's centre-half Brian O'Callaghan - he didn't deal well with the dropping ball and it landed in the vicinity of Harpal Singh. The former Leeds United player struck a shot that embarrassed this former Leeds United fan.

There must have been huge disappointment amongst the die-hard Gypsys when they learned of Gareth Farrelly's absence. A week of songwriting and banner building lay wasted, on the positive side it would weaken City's effort. It was not to be though. Farrelly's absence forced el Rico into a double change. Leon McSweeney was shifted from his striking role out to the right hand side of the visitor's midfield quartet; John O'Flynn cancelled any injury plans he was cultivating to partner Denis Behan up front.

It was McSweeney who dominated the opening stages of this game. His slaloming runs created havoc in the home guard - pace and skill combined in a package which harked back to the monochrome wingers beloved of old men in caps. For twenty four minutes Conor Powell chased dust as the Road Runner zipped past at his leisure. Wily Connor decided that Powell had had enough. The usually reliable - and pacy - defender was said to be suffering with stomach cramps; there were certainly skidmarks around the area in which he and McSweeney were operating. With Des Byrne again serving a ban it was left to SC to introduce an Acme Inc. left-full. Dean Richardson hadn't even time to introduce himself to the game when he heard 'Meep, Meep' as the ball was flicked beyond him in the left full position. Mc Sweeney exploited the momentary uncertainty to hit the byline. A driven cross scudded across the face of Murphy's goal - low and dangerous - Kearney aligned his left foot to divert the missile into the net. The less benign of the supporters in red and black hailed the inspired substitution.

The Gypsy's reply was swift; Billy Woods got himself into trouble in City's left full position. Darren Mansaram was lurking and pounced to rob the experienced midfielder-cum-defender. With eyes only for goal he bore down on Mick Devine. The ball was driven low to the 'keeper's right; Devine reacted quickly to get a strong hand to the ball and the danger was cleared. Cillian Lordan was introduced in place of Brian O'Callaghan and took his place alongside the monolith that is Dan Murray. The half hour mark was upon us.

Finally the home side put together a move of substance; the criminally underused Singh was picked out in good space on the left hand side. His accurate cross reached the forehead of Mansaram who headed downwards, just as Devine had anticipated. That sequence heralded the half time whistle, and some time for reflection.

Then the damn dancing girls came on and it was hard to concentrate. The posse of lithe damselettes callously eased away the frets and consternation of the home crowd, contorting and bouncing seductively like a Darren Mansaram poledance. At the other end of the field it was reported that Anthony Buttimer had to be physically restrained from entering the ground. A pair of girls' teams were squaring up to each other; one clad in green and yellow, the other in a fashionable silver. But it was the keepers' jerseys that were the problem. Both were appearing in grey, a clear clash of colours. The game went ahead nonetheless.

What was to happen in the second period? Bohs looked rudderless. Turner was not imposing himself on the game, Crowe and Hunt were anonymous. McSweeney and Behan were terrorising the back-four. O'Flynn looked dangerous, and Kearney's insistence on hanging out wide was a constant worry. The body language was all wrong from the early stages. Shoulders were shrugged, fingers pointed and arms held up in disbelief throughout the opening forty-five minutes. SC had 15 minutes to put it all right.

Conversely, the visitors were cohesive in everything they attempted. Operating as a unit, they excelled in their simplicity. Underpinned by the Dan Murray who's lack of conversation with the ball nullified any threats. Each intervention consisted solely of a fullstop; the ball arrived and was hastily despatched by a defender who had clearly been instructed that there was to be no nonsense. His defensive duties were utmost and the upfield sorties were never required.

Act II - The Second Half

Out came the main players, no changes to the cast - Bohs, predictably, were quick off the blocks.
Turner hit a tame effort; Richardson ballooned an attempted cross. Harpal Singh opened up his shop; Neal Horgan was the first customer, he bought a dummy. Clearly displeased with his purchase, he hauled the winger down and was given a yellow credit note for his troubles. With about an hour of the allotted time elapsed turner had an effort blocked as the hosts attempted to impose themselves upon the tie. Lordan and Mansaram tangled in the penalty area - Damien Hancock decided it was a no penalty area.

Yet there was still no cohesion or understanding about the Bohs' performance. Turner and Hunt, the players who would be expected to propel the side displayed no understanding. The former made gallant efforts to influence the game but his effort waned as the game wore on. Mike McGinlay replaced Ryan McCann on the right; the midfielder had such an anonymous game it was probably only the fact that he jogged by the bench that he was noticed by the coaching staff. Mc Ginlay did well to cross from his perch on the right; Glen Crowe rose to meet the ball and sent it into orbit. At no time were the home side freed from the threat of a second goal, despite their half efforts. Although McSweeney was raiding with less frequency both he and Behan were persistent thorns to Bohs' dreams of progression.

The visitors took the blows, soft as they were before retaliating. Heary was slow to absent himself from the former Ipswich Town striker's flightpath and received a yellow card for his cuteness. Behan stung Murphy's ribcage from the resultant free. Soon after O'Flynn broke in the inside right position; his rushed effort was well wide of the target. The home support won a soft free kick which Singh stood over; he threatened Devine's goal, the big 'keeper was scrambling as the ball sailed perilously close to the angle of post and bar.

The home support were growing increasingly critical. Behan got a sight of goal again; Murphy was equal to his attempt. Singh's flick freed Crowe whose cross was unremarkable. We were into the last twenty minutes now and there was still no suggestion that Sean Connor's side could create anything worthy of a goal.

In football's gallery the 77th minute carries little weight; but on Friday 26th October the little minute chose to announce itself in the most significant of fashions. Mc Sweeney was meandering across the field; eventually a dark-shirted opponent decided to end his progress. The winger managed to release the ball before he was impeded. It rolled out left to the boyish figure of Liam Kearney. Kearney assumed his full height as he addressed the ball, pushing it ahead of him before driving it clinically and low to the far corner of the net. 2-0. Soon after the two-goal hero picked Behan out but the big striker's header was limp; the same pair combined again, this time Behan shot weakly into the waiting arms of Murphy.

The introduction of Neale Fenn wasn't exactly hailed by the Bohs faithful; that almost changed when he sneaked in at the far post too get on the end of Turner's corner. Devine blocked to concede a second, but fruitless, corner. With the game in their back pocket and their opposition wilting there was little to inspire in the closing moments. The view of those moments was obscured by paying punters voting with their feet. Meanwhile at the School end, Rebel's confused; these were not Rebels at all, but supporters. They urged the object of their obsession on for 90 minutes, they cheered the dancing girls, they sang and chanted incessantly and deserved to enjoy every moment of their long trek.

Not half a million miles from where I was seated I could overhear a live radio commentary; Joe Gamble was on the ball during his live piece. The game was in its closing moments as the learned one told his listeners that 'we had not seen much of Gamble tonight'. McSweeney's performance was eyecatching and substantial, Kearney's goals were crucial; Murray's unfussy defending inspired confidence in those around him. Gambles work was the matchwinner. Tirelessly he protected his back four, like some kind of Rebel Superman he was everywhere that there was danger - but made it his business to be there first.

Maybe the TV pundits highlighted his efforts, I didn't see the coverage, but I have rarely witnessed such a complete display of the midfield arts from a footballer at any level. His understanding of his worth to the team, and the attributes of those around him; his application of that knowledge, his selfless and tireless running were a textbook lesson to all aspiring footballers. At the other end of the spectrum lies glen Crowe; I have seen a lot of this striker over the last two seasons and cannot recall seeing him play a good game in that period. Crowe is a shadow of the player who struck fear into defenders during his first spell with the Gypsys and appears to lack the necessary hunger and motivation required to excel at the highest level.

With no silverware in the Dalymount trophy cabinet this year, the patience of the frustrated masses is wearing thin in Dublin 7. Damien Richardson can take heart from the display given by his players. Each one seemed keenly aware of what was required, they played and fought for each other and were focussed on the task at hand. None can dispute their place in this season's FAI Ford Cup decider, a second appearance in three years. It contrasted starkly to the home side's disjointed approach, vaguely reminiscent of recent Irish performances.

Guilt By Association

2007-10-24T19:27:00.000+01:00

Panglossian - there it is - defined as naively optimistic. I didn't feel that way at the outset though. I was one of those who welcomed the FAI's intentions towards our domestic league. It seemed a no lose situation for supporters, whether they be of the long or short suffering kind. The previous incumbents had consistently displayed their reckless attitude to our ailing divisions; consistently plunging them into freakshow status much to the glee and amusement of the supporters who are usually supported by armchairs.

The appointment of the Club Promotion Officers seemed a positive step; advertisements began to pop up like paedophiles at a jamboree. We were inundated with an unprecedented quantity of televised fixtures across three channels - barely a week passed without armchair football. Recently, the humble eircom League was introduced to 21st Century gameplay when EA Sports included the league in it's newest FIFA game.

Regular press receptions to announce such progressions resulted in greater TV and newspaper coverage all through the season. All but the diesel launderers in Dundalk seemed content to forgive the sins of the past and embrace the feelgood factor fostered by the FAI. Even when Longford Town were deducted six points few could argue.

This was a different sort of points deduction - a fair one - why even Alan Matthews has professed strongly on behalf of the judgement; whether or no he knew there was a position down the line on the new U23 backroom staff is open to discussion.

Some of the more jaded league-weary supporters will be sneering at my foolishness; they knew that given time the FAI would botch something up with great style and no little aplomb. When it finally came, it was more of a backfire than a direct hit. But then all of the most inept operators eventually fall victim to their own ineptitudes.

We had the situation where a Gang Of 6 clubs complained to the FAI about the looming 65% wage cap; they were reputed to be dissatisfied with the amount of money and attention being lavished on the senior international squad - to the detriment they felt of the domestic league.

There we were, enjoying the tension of the title run-in, listening to the squeaking bottoms of the relegation fodder a world apart from the Gaffer. Poor Stan, gone and forgotten; forever to be the Gaffer.

The amateur actions of the FAI throughout the dying days of Staunton's reign have again tarnished Irish football with the leftovers of a dirty protest. Firstly John Delaney's unstinting support for his man dissipated - radio reports replayed his 'Staunton's there for 4 years' speech. Of course most of us didn't care to much about this once Stan got the bullet. One thing the FAI are kings of is the messy break up, and they showed this week that they have lost none of their old sharpness.

The protracted dismissal, the ridiculous runaround - seeming to shy from the media on the last day. Then the even more ridiculous early morning announcement that they are so scared of criticism of their decision making that they will not pick the next Irish manager. As my better half has often suggested to me - grow a pair!

This committee has presided over one of Irish football's most ill-managed affairs; they have turned the sacking and subsequent appointment of a manager into the kind of freakish sideshow once reserved for League of Ireland.

This now becomes another stick for the eircom League's many detractors; we are guilty by association- the football association of Ireland. And I have lost my pangloss man.

Collection For Stan, Please Give Generously.

2007-10-17T14:47:00.001+01:00

It has become impossible to steer myself away any longer from the painful embarrassment that it the current state of our international team. Endless denunciations from bloodthirsty scribes and pundits have been fuelling the bloodlust that surrounds the beleaguered principality of Stanland. These people are being paid for their opinions, in some cases because they are more learned than you or I.

They have the knowledge of what the pressures are at the top level; but more importantly they have an opinion which they are prepared to tout. Not a venal sin by any stretch of the hamstring; football is a game of opinions - no two people will select the same team for a game, nor a squad for a match. So those of us who are equivalent to taxpayers for the FAI are strongly entitled to voice our opinions. Especially, given that the FAI are now the sole rulers of football in the 26 counties, their decision making at any level is relevant to eL supporters.

Our monies go a long way towards providing Stan's reported €400k per annum; should we produce the kind of results in the workplace that Ireland have under Stan, our employment status would be up for grabs.

If I was going about my business and a stretch limo pulled up beside me I would assume that the chauffeur was looking for directions. Were the blacked out window at the cultured end to roll down I would anticipate a similar, if more urgent enquiry from the chauffeured one.

When mild-mannered football coach Steve Staunton was going about his daily business with the Saddlers in another world he was bitten by a fop-haired insect in a long black limo. Stan, as he was sometimes known was endowed with special powers - he would become overnight one half of a world class football management team. Untold riches would be his, and people would believe anything that the fophaired one said - Stan did.

But the spell was broken when Ireland capitulated in the balmy climes of Cyprus - the intervening efforts have left us cold. The efforts at talking up revenge have left this blogger limp and squirming. Revenge - against the mighty Cypriots? Again, the venerable Bobby Robson has been removed from his jar to rally the troops. Do they think we are too stupid to see through this also? 'He's been in the job two years now, and he's getting better', or words to that effect rallied Bob. I've never performed an appendectomy, but after two years of practise I reckon I'd be better than when I'd started. Whether or not my victims were still going through excruciating pain or not seems to be incidental.

We've introduced new players, the future is bright -2010 World Cup qualification is on the horizon. If this is true,if we really do have the players, now is the time to give them a manager capable of influencing them; moulding them into a cohesive unit. Ireland's strength has always come from our team ethic; we have always been better than the sum of our parts. As a disparate unfocussed collection of individuals we cannot hack it on the European or World stage. Jack Charlton's regime was the proof of this.

Yes, Charlton's uncoupling of Liam Brady and Dave O'Leary was hard to swallow; the rigid formations and direct football; but they were part of a system. The system brought unmatched success to our international side. Success in relative terms I acknowledge, but how we yearn for it now.

Charlton was imperfect, we all are; but there was no doubt who was in charge. He lived and died on his beliefs as to how the game would be played. Experience coupled with success endowed him with belief and substance to most supporters.

In this aspect the virginal Stan was hung out to dry. Clearly unprepared for what lay ahead he has failed on all fronts. Performances, both his and his players' have been abject overall. The recent opening 45 minutes against Germany confounded. The subsequent second half improvement even more so.

Post match analysis has been comically naive. One such instance culminated in the 102 times capped Louthman shrugging his shoulders and saying 'What can you do?' €400k a year and that's the response. I can think of plenty of things you can do, and I'm not getting paid to do so. Such utterances from our leader hardly inspire faith or cultivate belief in the young boss. He has learnt a little; now every performance is spun to within an inch of its natural existence. Does anybody swallow this? Surely not JD?

You don't reach the highest echelons of power in Merrion Square without learning how to kill silently in cold blood. JD's judgement is on the line; therefore his reputation. He made a gross error of judgement by appointing an inexperienced man to the highest post in Irish football. International management is not a schooling ground; it is replete with men who have served at the coalface; tired of the day-to-day grind they turn their assets to a part-time commitment. Stan is a guppy in shark-infested waters. He has never had the chance to hone his management skills - to establish a bespoke style of play; to learn how to deal with the intricate counterpoints presented as a game unfolds and a gameplan collapses.

There is not a football supporter in this country who could not have achieved what Staunton has, without the bloated pay packet. There is not a football supporter in this country who begrudges him for taking the job that he was offered - we would all take that chance for the money. If he resigns now his career will be incinerated; the ashes may constitute the compost for future progress, but it will be a long way off the international radar. The money will help. Fans may even consider contributing to a Stan Fund, it would be worth the expense.

Howzee Ref ?

2007-10-11T13:24:00.000+01:00

The undulations of any football match are best parsed in a stark light; unfortunately this sometimes means the insomniac glow of eL Weekly. Whilst there was plenty that I didn't need to see or hear, but did, it was essential that I got to view Darren Mansaram's goal against Pats again to confirm my suspicions.

An aside, it was interesting to note the clothing of choice for two high profile managers. Earlier in the season we bathed in the ridicule of Sean Connor's red pantaloons; in general he was adopting tracksuit manager chic, but with a rare twist. John McDonnell too was fond of the tracksuit, but both bosses opted for a more sober suited style on the night. It loaned an air of gravitas to the proceedings; suggesting that we were dealing with two thinkers - the 'h' is important - men who could select the right wine for every occasion, deliver a post-match interview in several languages and mix the perfect Martini. I must get myself a suit.

Again and time we are reminded of the significance of the minutiae of football; the tiny moments that, like molecules, form the fabric of games. Incidents that win finals, end title dreams and condemn sides to relegation. Professional football offers its privileged protagonists the opportunity to eradicate the bad habits which can lead to these errors; the rest of us have to endure the lazy-arse shrug of the shoulders from a teammate. Professional football endows upon the gifted the opportunity to hone their talents to a degree which allows them to produce special moments; moments which can result in similarly significant outcomes. Moments which cause other professional footballers to shrug their shoulders in helpless disbelief.

Stephen Brennan is an honest and dependable footballer, yet his action last Friday cost his side a precious three point haul, thereby heaping pressure on his manager's already perilous position.

The aforementioned defender was outside his own 18-yard box, facing the play. His direct opponent - Mansaram - was within eyeshot and heading towards the Pats' left. The defender was almost as comfortable as he could have been. He had a clear view of the player in possession, who was shaping up to deliver a pass along the inside of the right back berth.

At this point, the defender knew where the ball would be delivered and for whom it was intended. He was tracking the striker's run from left to right and was actually in advance of Mansaram poised to meet the ball ahead of his opponent. No danger then, a searching ball cut out; headed to the right touchline for safety. His centre half partner was inside him, John Frost was taking up a covering position as would be expected.

Brennan's decision not to take a step back- not being in the Clive Delaney stratosphere of central defenders - in order to achieve a comfortable contact with the ball was his downfall. Who is to blame for his decision? The player? The coaching staff?

To willingly relinquish control of any situation on a football pitch is a cardinal error. To submit the destiny of your team to the whims and observational powers of the referee and his assistants is tantamount to deliberately scoring into your own goal. Stephen Brennan chose the latter by refusing to challenge for the ball. Instead he opted for my pet hate - the offside trap - bolthole of cowardly and lazy defenders the world over.

Your job as a defender is to defend your goal. Stepping up with your hand in the air while calling out 'HOWZEE REF' is not football. I am the vehicle for a Gilesean rant on the art of defending. What is wrong with a defender defending? Standing there with your arm in the air, looking to the linesman while a striker bears down on goal is not defending; it's an abdication of responsibility. Inevitably, the realisation that there will be no flag creeps across the consciousness of a near stationary mind. The margins needed to score in these situations are often dictated by speed of thought and anticipation - by the time the waving defender has resumed his defensive duties it is to late. Maybe another less indolent colleague has covered - in Pats' case Dave Rogers had not given up the chase, but was too far removed from the crisis point to effect an intervention.

Defending is as fine a footballing art as finishing, passing and goalkeeping. Not always to the forefront, but no less important than any other skill the game has to offer. A well-organised backline is a masterpiece of communication and teamwork. There are five people involved here, more than in any other area of the pitch and properly organised they can be moulded into an impermeable force.

From such rock are successful sides fashioned. The well-timed tackle; the masterfully anticipated interception, both followed up with a simple pass to a well-placed colleague. It looks simple but enlists the paddlework of a speeding duck beneath the line of vision.
The offside rule was introduced in an effort to prevent what the English call 'goalhanging'; Irelanders of a certain vintage would refer to it as 'hatching'. In other words, to prevent strikers from seeking to gain an unfair advantage by not adhering to the spirit of the game. It seems our ancestors couldn't give a flying funk about the spirit of the game if it became necessary to inflict the offside law on football.

Since the imposition of the law it has been defenders who have neglected the spirit of the game; abusing and exploiting the law to make their jobs easier. Tinkering with the rules has yielded some gain for attackers. The 'interfering with play' aspect has been watered down and the attacking player is now supposedly to be given the benefit of the doubt. Resultantly, it is now harder than ever to get a positive decision from the officials if you are a defender.

In the 20th century if a player was offside he was offside. Simple as. Tony Adams and Dermot Keely played much of the game with one arm in the air. Then it was decided that the referee would make a decision based on his opinion. Not a rule, an opinion. And we all have strong views on referees' opinions don't we. To further complicate a defender's world, the rules relating to passing the ball back to the 'keeper were given a welcome upgrade.

This is why the Italian's make the world's greatest defenders. Excuse me while I drool over the ability of Paolo Maldini. Every player needs to be able to play; understand that a defender must chase, tackle, anticipate and read. Be first to the ball and there is no tackle to make. Drop off and pick your moment to tackle. Stand shoulder to shoulder, run side by side battling for space and pick your moment to block.

Or stand there with your hand in the air and wait for a decision from the official; then berate that official for a wrong call. It is physically impossible for the human eye to detect where a player is at the precise moment in which another player strikes the ball - so all is chance at best.
It is possible to defend, if the official detects an offside the whistle will blow and the game will be halted temporarily. But the defender will have been in a position to effect the situation.

Brennan stepped out, offering Mansaram a free run on goal; Murphy turned and raised his arm - looking for offside; Rogers raced in vain, then turned to berate the linesman for disagreeing with Brennan's vista; Ryan raced to deny Mansaram but was exposed. Frost was even further away than Rogers. Mansaram scored; Bohs won; Pats lost.

View the winning goal here

And The First Shall Again Be Last

2007-10-03T13:42:00.000+01:00

Come with me now for a fumble in a dimly lit corner of eircom League football that is usually called the First Division. Akin to the two-headed sibling who's kept locked away in the attic, we rarely come across any mention of the Cinderella division. Modern media concerns itself only with the shiny stuff; this trait applies itself across the British Isles; one has to scratch beneath the epidermis to find the heartbeat of provincial football at the highest level.

Names like Monaghan United, Kilkenny City, and the novices of Kildare County and Wexford Youths are unlikely to have football fans scrambling for train and bus timetables. But they are holding their own side by side with the more established reputations of Shelbourne, Dundalk and Athlone Town. Finn Harps, Cobh Ramblers and the league's 'newest' recruits Limerick 37 complete the package.

True, we expect more from a side representing the 90,000+ residents of Limerick City and its environs - currently the mere existence of one is sufficient. Shels, Harps, Dundalk and Athlone Town are vaunted names in League of Ireland spheres; each at varying stages of redemption and rebuilding. The smaller clubs rarely register on a national scale; but their position provides an outlet for emerging local talent - a stepping stone to greater things. Often poorly supported on and off the field, the very existence of these clubs sometimes beggars belief.

When Athlone Town moved to their shiny new ground they could have called it something sexier than Lissywoollen; their failure to terrorise opposition teams with a testosterone-charged name has backfired badly. Michael O'Connor was allowed to invest in a squad for 2007 worthy of the new stadium; the Midlanders looked like serious contenders for a promotion challenge. Their ineptitude cost the boss his job and the Town continue to languish just above the bottom two, twenty three points off the promotion places - with a sixth placed finish their greatest hope.

Tackling them for that illustrious title are Kildare County and Monaghan United. Mick Cooke gave his squad a transfusion in the second half of the season - it has seen them win half of their last 12 matches - heady stuff for the Mondogeaters who only managed the equivalent in 36 outings last season and took to the field without their 2006 topscorer, David Lee.

The Thoroughbreds can only aspire to justify their ill-judged nickname. It has been another season built on loose and inconsistent performances for John Ryan's side, and they will do well to improve upon last year's harvest of 42 points.

Both Kilkenny City and Wexford Youths are set to finish where most expected. The Cats have been forced into using an incredible forty-two players so far this season; the vast majority of them have been Under 21's. Already on their third manager this term, life is difficult for the hardworking citizens of Buckley Park. The Youths are on the early stages of a journey that Mick Wallace has high hopes for. The boreholes of longterm stability are not yet complete, but nonetheless there have been some flourishes to offer substance to the vision. Not least of these was the provision of a very flamboyant team bus for the young stars of tomorrow. Containing the leather of a large Brazilian beefherd, embossed with the club crest and adorned with the latest in in-bus entertainment, the arrival of the Youths certainly draws attention.

We are all well acquainted with the soap opera surrounding current Premier Division champions Shelbourne. Bothered, bewildered and bereft of a squad in the lead up to their opening league engagement, it was Dermot Keely who stepped into the breach at Tolka Park. It was 'finger in the dyke territory' for the damaged Reds, and they just managed to keep their snouts out of the uncannily blue waters of the Tolka until the transfer window arrived. The hastily borrowed squad was bolstered with some of the bosses' cronies and immediately they began to show the form of promotion hopefuls. It was unavoidably too little too late for the Reds, but 2008 beckons.

Limerick 37 shared the combined difficulties of Wexford Youths and Shelbourne; clubs at opposite ends of the historical scale in Irish football. Both new to the league and laden down with the baggage of times near past they were tasked with lifting eL football out of the doldrums in Limerick. Paul McGee was appointed and the early season results built on the panglossian mood in the West. Players from the old regime gradually returned to help the cause. Wayne Colbert, Robbie Kelliher and Tommy Barrett shelved Premier Division football with Shamrock Rovers in favour of a return to their hometown club. When Paul McGee was said to have applied for the vacancy left by Michael O'Connor at Lissywoollen there was much consternation. Stuttering league form was padded out with a run to the FAI Cup quarter finals; banishment turned the focus on a self-harming run of three wins in eleven games. All those lost points eventually saw Lims slip feebly out of the race to the top; doffing their cap to the royalty of Finn Harps, Dundalk and Cobh Ramblers.

It was easily anticipated that Dundalk would provide a sustained title challenge in 2007. With a stronger squad than that which had seen its hopes go up in flames, almost, the previous season - there was no Shamrock Rovers to foil them and Lims were in a state of disarray. Galway had moved on to the scrub pastures of a relegation catfight in the Premier Division, so who could stop the Lilywhites? Cobh Ramblers? With 13 points separating them at the close of 2006, John Gill's side should still succeed.

In the highlands of the Northwest, money was falling around the feet of new boss Paul Hegarty like drunks at a wedding. Steven Kenny's former right hand at Derry City raided the fringes of Nutsy's new squad; akin to the man from Del Monte he used his insider knowledge to pick only the finest fruit for his cocktail. Financial imperatives had seen the campaign of 2006 undermined at a crucial time - Conor Gethins was seconded to rivals Galway - his goals took United to a promotion of sorts. Back in the Harps' colours it seemed a second successive promotion was almost a formality for the lethal striker. An opening day five-goal thriller against Dundalk put meat on the bones of that supposition. The reversal was no cause for concern; they had matched the peoples' favourites and were unfortunate not to take something from the game.

Echoes of Dundalk's early season reversal at the hands of Shamrock Rovers then. The Louth side lost 2-1 then, but John Gill later surmised that he had underestimated the effect of the defeat on his charges. Dundalk went into a tailspin which culminated in them losing 4 on the trot. Harps' collapse was not quite so dramatic, but one win from their first eight games left them with a lot of work to do. But a run consisting of 14 games without a league defeat, underpinned by a defensive record of just two goals conceded took them right back into the twister. Even when Athlone Town slashed their tyres at the end of August, Higgsy's confident charges responded with a 6-0 demo job on the Cats - followed up with crucial wins over Dundalk, Shels and Cobh.

With home games against Limerick 37, Kildare County and Athlone Town interspersed with trips to Monaghan United, Wexford Youths and Kilkenny City - the title is now theirs to lose. Yet for so long it seemed as if Dundalk would get what Maxi felt was rightfully theirs, as they blazed a trail at the start of the season.

The acquisition of Shaun Williams was a cunning move - the youngster brought poise, class and goals to the Dundalk midfield. The continuation of his loan from rivals Drogheda United was immersed in doubt while he netted his seventh and eighth league goals on June 30th against Wexford Youths. That brace took the talented youngster to the head of Dundalk's, and the Division's scoring charts. His loan status turned out to be an aside; injury took control and the border club have been denied his services anyway. He is still the club's leading league marksman for this campaign. Philip Hughes has failed to scale the heights of last season; fortunately Robbie Doyle has settled in quickly. Gill's gallants face Monaghan united, Limerick 37 and Kildare County on their artificial surface - they'll have to get mucky at Lissywoollen, Wexford and crucially, Cobh.

That win against Wallace's Youths was Dundalk's last away win this season; unbeaten on plastic, that form has been supplanted on grass. When all around are winning you too must be - step out from the darkness Cobh Ramblers.

Preseason was not a happy time in Cobh; not everybody was happy to see Stephen Henderson continue at the helm, feeling he'd had his opportunity and failed. Nevertheless, he remained. Darren Murphy was amongst those who moved on - Shane Guthrie was amongst those who moved in. Guthrie was one half of a near impenetrable centre-half pairing with Aidan Price during Shamrock Rovers' triumphant campaign of 2006 before suffering a legbreak. His defensive ability has been an essential part of an immense back five effort from the Rams thus far. There will be red faces in Queenstown upon recollection of the foetal stages of the season. The assault opened with consecutive defeats to Limerick 37 and Wexford Youths; on both occasions Ramblers failed to find the net themselves. 26 games later, they had not tasted defeat again - until last Friday's cruncher in Finn Park. 27 games without defeat; just three losses in all and the meanest defence in the two divisions that has been violated just 14 times is the stuff of Rovers' emphatic title win.

Did anyone see it coming? Certainly not those who were calling for Hendo's head on a pike in March. Any side that defends as well as the Rams is in with a shout- but just as with Finn Harps when their comfort zone was invaded, it's all about the response to defeat in their next outing. The Rams must visit Kilkenny, Shels and Athlone Town while hosting Kildare, the aforementioned Dundalk and Monaghan United. Let the games commence.

The Cliche Is The Limit

2007-09-26T16:21:00.000+01:00

For 'Cliche' read 'Sky'; I just hadn't the stomach to use it in the title. So if I'm talking Sky I'm talking Cliftonville versus Linfield. Being as I was in transit - returning from a weekend of research in Stockholm - I didn't catch the live offering on Monday night. To my delightment there were extensive highlights on the mother of all sports channels the following day at 3pm.

Is there something that reaches deep into our inner child when it comes to English football commentators? I don't mean to be unpatriotic, nor do I seek to undermine the efforts of our native commentators, but it just sounds better with an English accent. I was weaned on English football; when we mimicked our heroes as we played ball outside the local nark's house, our volleys and jinking runs were always accompanied by our own commentaries with English accents. Brian Moore, John Motson, Barry Davies and their ilk were the combined voice of my football schooling; broken only by the sometimes strange contributions of Jimmy McGee. In the same vein, I wouldn't be able to listen to a GAA commentary with an English accent. As for Jackie Fullerton's efforts....

With such baggage I tuned into Climville and Linfield. The boys had done their research. Their slick presentation skills, combined with the financial might which allows for multiple camera angles - 'here's how that shot looked from the goalkeeper's hole' didn't descend into the annoying gadgetry that their hype is often responsible for. In comparison to TV3's wooden efforts for insomniacs this was orgasm territory. It has not been difficult to hold my tongue regarding the inadequacies of the coverage we endure on a weekly basis - whether it be live or highlights - but sixty minutes with Sky has left me green with envy of our Northern counterparts.

The satellite demigod has agreed as part of their coverage of the NI national side to cover 5 domestic games during the new season. Certainly, they will handpick the creme fraiche of what is on offer - the equivalent of the Bohs / Rovers derbies down South. I suggested recently that the extensive live coverage of the eL may actually be undermining our efforts to promote the home league. Empty stadia, with all their warts on view as a result of the dearth of fans and poor camera positions serve only to provide ammunition for the common barstooler. What is there to lure this creature to a live game experience?

Around three thousand professional karaoke singers created a fantastic atmosphere at Solitude on Monday night. They sang lustily from beginning to end adding to the cup final atmosphere which the players were feeding off. Every tackle, every pass was greeted with such fervour I was transported back to the drama of the Chippy Brady Cup FA Final of 1979. The efforts of TG4 in this regard stretch to the commentator shutting up for a moment whilst they turn up the volume on the pitchside mics. Suddenly the crowd are loud and raucous, then they disappear. While their efforts are noble it does feel a little like being helped onto the toilet - I imagine.

So less may well be more. We should laud the work of the IFA and follow in their tracks. A select handful of live games, covered in a professional manner - by commentators with English accents - and crowds corralled into appropriate areas for maximum viewing effect and atmosphere. If there are any casualties, so be it; they will be worshipped as martyrs for eL football and their deaths will not be in vain.

Essentially we will be showing our best side to those whom we seek to attract - teams will even wear their own kits when in opposition. It is certainly easy to deride the swoosh, hype and soundbite sexy of Skysports, but it's done because it works. Even if it doesn't put seats on bums it attracts viewers, who attract sponsors, who invest money, which improves squads, facilities and grounds.

Footnote: Those of you who are rushing out to purchase FIFA 08, check carefully for any player who looks even vaguely like John Delaney; I have my suspicions.

Follow the Leader

2007-09-19T13:03:00.000+01:00

How does it feel to be a fan of the Big Club right now? Following Monday night's chastening defeat by avowed foes Shamrock Rovers, I would dare to suggest that it feel's more than a little embarrassing.

It has been a token season so far for Bohs; nothing won, few goals scored and patchy form. But the tight backline was a token - something to cling on to and for Sean Connor to point to. The undefeated home record was another. How the Hoops celebrated when Tadhg Purcell's second goal imbued them with the belief that they were going to win on Monday night.

This was certainly due in part to the Hoops own impressive defensive statistics, but maybe due also to the belief that Bohs didn't have what it took to breach their defence twice. Monday night saw the Hoops assume the mantle of best defence in the Premier Division; they had shared it with Bohs prior to kick off. Denied their last two tokens, it was time for an exercise in spin from Sean Connor.

There are still two cup competitions up for grabs, and a Setanta Cup spot to play for. Silverware and Setanta would represent respectable progress for the new boss, but is it really enough?

The difference between Shamrock Rovers and Bohemians could not be more acute right now. Rovers - homeless; part-time; apprentice manager with an inexpensively assembled squad and an iron fist. Bohs - the finest facilities; full-time squad; wallowing in cash (or soon to be) and a media-driven manager.

Pat Scully is a winner, he expects his team to be winners; those who fall foul of his beliefs and rules are usually dealt with ruthlessly. Football management at the highest level is not a popularity contest - there are many who will not like Scully or his methods, but there are few who can deny the achievements of his fledgling managerial career. His Kilkenny City First Division vintage of 2006 were bettered defensively by none but the two promoted sides that season. The Cats finished fourth, just six points off the play-off spot. When he took charge at Shamrock Rovers the following season, few outside of the faithful paid much attention.

I recall attending the FAI's pre-season launch in 2007, or was that lunch? Anyhow, while I downed some kind of free stir-fry I spotted the lonesome figure of Pat Scully holding up a wall. All around me hungry journos jostled to corner Premier Division bosses - Scully looked unmoved. He did his talking by taking a youthful Hoops side to their first ever First Division title. I watched many of their games last season and couldn't but be impressed by the qualities he had instilled into his side. Tenacity and industry were their hallmarks, all else was garnish. From the front two to the last line they were possessed of a determination to work for the team.

Many expected them to burn brightly but briefly in the top tier; they were not expected to defend so well against strikers of Premier Division quality. But a couple of shrewd signings later and Rovers were battling for one of the top spots. In my lack of wisdom, I expected them to get leggy during the season and eventually tail off - but the boss was not having it. The burp came but was rapidly expelled. Scully was relentless in his mantra; his side could and would challenge for the title; with seven games to go, they have - and for the greater part without the defensive safety pin that is Aidan Price.

There is a whiff of totalitarianism about his rule at the club; but success - even relative - affords a manager such luxury.

Sean Connor surfed into Dalymount Park riding a wave of negativity regarding his premature departure from Sligo Rovers. The Bit O'Red legions had spent their money to buy a piece of the dream that SC was selling. Give him his due, he brought in some decent players - the kind of new blood that the forked tongue of Roddy Collins had previously lured to our shores. Things were on the up at the Showgies; but some fans suspected that the emperor had goosepimples. Certainly, he had imbued the club with a refreshing brand of optimism, but it did not take too long before the beady-eyed Showgies set began to query his tactical nous.

In parallel with Scully, Connor too swept his charges to First Division glory in his inaugural campaign at Sligo. Nobody expected great things of the side when they were elevated to the Premier Division, but the aforementioned optimism was still tangible. Then the former Birmingham City press officer signalled the extent of his personal ambition by upping sticks to take whatever would come his way at the Big Club.

In hindsight, his early pronouncements would seem to have been his downfall. There is plenty of talent at Dalymount Park; title-winning experience permeates the squad. SC was boxing clever by delivering the Top 4 finish line. It afforded him some breathing space, a rare commodity in the pressurised atmosphere of football management. Meanwhile the Board afforded him money. 'Sign them and they will come,' said the naked Indian to Wayne. SC signed them and they came but Seanstock has not been a success. His targets have moved throughout the season; he has remained consistent in one aspect however. Never has he allowed his side to believe that they were serious title challengers; and never have they been.

There have been instances - the FAI Cup victory at United Park was the most notable - the league win over Pats another. A glut of midfielders arrived during the transfer window; the team's form nosedived - Stephen Rice was expelled from SC's 'gallery of pleasures'. This was a major decision; Rice had been one of his successes, in his central midfield role. An honest and uncomplicated player, his efforts had endeared him to the harshest critics in the Dalymount crowd. In some ways, this was a reflection of the underperforming nature of the squad. When honest toil and endeavour stand out, it suggests that the more gifted players are failing to deliver.

Neale Fenn has cast no shadow under Connor's regime; yet we knew him as one of the league's most intuitive footballers when he graced the turf with Cork City. Glen Crowe has mustered seven league goals, only one of these against top opposition - he rarely strikes this observer as a goal threat. Before Rice's expulsion from the fiefdom he was second top scorer with three successful strikes - he still is - although Mark Rossiter reined him in while he sat in the stands. Darren Mansaram looks to have the ability, but flatters to deceive.

Rice was returned to the squad for the crunch game last Monday; what does this say? It's less than sincere to claim that he was always part of the squad. Multiple reports suggest otherwise.

What manager of a big professional club with title aspirations tells his players that they will finish fourth? It's not acceptable, and fosters the infiltration of acceptable defeats and feelings of inferiority in players; it is an essential part of a manager's workload to instil confidence and belief in his squad. Pat Scully clearly understands this.

Send In The Clones

2007-09-11T16:47:00.000+01:00

Unaffiliated, unattatched and unaligned. No, I am not looking for a date, just a pleasurable interlude of sorts. For I have endured many unfulfilling appointments this year and have finally begun to wonder why.

It has been a season of false dawns and false starts in the Premier Division; no more clearly illustrated than in the fall from grace of the title challengers in the last couple of months. Early in the season Drogheda United were deprived of the combined and significant gifts of Shane Barrett, Declan O'Brien and the recently returned Jason Gavin. United's bulging squad aside, spectators and the league were to be denied the pleasure of watching such classy operators in action.

John McDonnell's Saints took full advantage of the Louthmen's ongoing injury woes to compile a considerable advantage at the top of the table. Shamrock Rovers surprised all, and continue to surprise many. Cork City were hamstrung by the Case of the FIFA Two; Derry City were Nutsied to within an inch of their season.

Once Bohs had called a halt to the Saints flying start everything changed. Johnny Macs' new signings had bedded in beautifully to his 3-5-2 system. Sean Connor's side played in their faces at Richmond Park and proved to others that Pats could be stopped. The second half of that game told a story.

McDonnell reverted to 4-4-2 in the second half; the game finished scoreless. Rather than inflict his side's previously successful formation on Bohs, the Pats boss cultivated seeds of doubt by changing it midway through its first serious test. Yes, he used the system subsequently, but it raised questions about the tactical nous of eL managers.

They are a group still in the infancy of modern management; licenses and badges are relatively recent adornments for eL bosses. Therein, I believe, lies the reason for the underlying sameness that pervades.

Managerial experience is for the most part lacking; Rico has been around for a while, Pete Mahon has come up from what is often described as the games grassroots - it appears to follow then that he is 'steeped' in football. John Robertson and Paul Cook are relative newcomers to our stadia; early signs are not discouraging.

Remember that the bulk of our managerial stock are attending caching courses together, learning the same stuff at the same time; save for Sean Connor of course who achieved his A License before his brethren - maybe he does know it all. Consequently they will be putting the same ideas into practise, the same counteractions to the various situations that present themselves in a game. As a result we the spectators are rarely presented with any innovative or incisive thinking.

Coupled with the emerging professionalism that enables bosses to spend more time with their charges on the training astroturf, we are seeing more sides strive for good organisation and defensive strength as a basis for relative success. The early season flair of Pats was a welcome relief from these mundanities but that has long since joined the greenhouse gases.

Only a fool would deny the importance of organisation and sound defence; no I am not quoting Paul Osam. They are bedrocks of most successful sides; each side has a point at kick off, if you don't concede you still have that point. One from each game will usually keep you up, or very close to it. Certainly not a magnetic maxim when it comes to drawing punters through the time warp that is a turnstile.

So when all the bosses have attained their A licenses, what then for football in our land? The FAI Groundhog Day Premier Division? Definitely not. Eventually. The passing of time will render this previously new knowledge to the bowels of a good manager's mind. It should be assimilated, digested and processed. It will become the raw material of management. Give two artists the same lump of clay - and I'm not deriding any centre halves here - and both will produce very different pieces.

In these words; the good manager when experienced enough will develop the confidence to move from the License blueprint to put his own slant on the lessons learned. The brightest prospect we have produced so far is Pat Scully; young and new to the job he has already added his own seasoning to the mix and coaxed superhuman efforts from his side. A part-time set-up with predominantly young players, he has already moulded them into a successful team. As they say in all the corny Hollywood movies 'there's no I in team' - Rovers are a hardworking and honest unit who defend from front to back with equal application. Definitely a testament to their manager's ability, Scully remains a prospect for another season or two - then cometh Judgement Day.

He has created a side that is greater than the sum of its parts; what is disappointing in the overview is that such a side can challenge so strongly in our league for the top prize. The struggle to attain UEFA Club Licenses, the ongoing ground improvements which see capacity temporarily limited and the recent exodus of some of our finest talents; the sameness of our managerial pool is a passing symptom, I hope, of our incremental forward movement in the professional game.

One Night In Tolka

2007-08-31T23:57:00.000+01:00

Longford were in town, I'd never had the pleasure of seeing them in the flesh before and felt as excited as Ronan O'Gara must have when he discovered platinum. I battled my way through the crowds at the schoolboy friendly in the shadow of Tolka Park. Within the stadium, the players were going through the usual prematch routines; Jamie Duffy and Ian Ryan were ruled out of this one; felt a bit stupid for forgetting that, but at least nobody knows. A late change meant Dave Freeman stepped down, Collie James stepped up.

The teams disappeared down the plastic tunnel; the build up began. First it was the 4th official, carrying everything. Then it was Aidan Price and Padraig Amond. What a welcome sight it must have been for the assembled Hoops followers to see the injured skipper bound into his seat. It must have been Mrs. Assistant Referee's turn to pick the colours, a nice summery yellow best suited her hair tone and skin complexion; it was nearly time for kick off.

A minute is a long time to clap, no matter how enthusiastic one is feeling. My hands were sore. Still, I yearned to see Ollie trundle across Tolka Park just one more time. And so it began! I had sensed banana skin about this game all week and was curious about how Pat Scully's side would approach the game.

Mark Rutherford should have done better from Dessie Baker's (read spectacular if you will, but it wasn't) overhead cross as the visitors turned the screw early on. Surely the names of Barry Ferguson and Alan Reynolds are already marked for yellow cards before kick off in every game; Pat Whelan had obviously forgotten to do so, but rectified the anomaly within the opening quarter.

Dessie Baker almost flicked his way through the Hoops' backline, but his incision was blunted. The roars of the behooped fans betrayed their nervousness at the effectiveness of the Town's opening. When Rennie saw yellow their opposites burst into a chorus of 'Reynolds you're a comeback', or words to that effect; the acoustics of Tolka Park sometimes distort the vocals.

Baker's form was as hot as fresh excrement; his free kick delivery snaked across the Rovers goal and beyond the far post. Dave Mooney kicked out, allegedly, as he lay on the ground; Pat Whelan seemingly couldn't hear the roars of the crowd and so took no action. Eventually following strenuous effort, Mooney got his card; thirty-two minutes had elapsed. The Town striker responded with an effort which flashed across Barry Murphy's goal; the bottom feeders were looking the most likely scorers at this stage.

Alan Matthews' side were matching their lustrous opposition in every department except defence. Here there were but two options for the Town throughout the game; as high as you can or as hard as you can. Still there was something discomforting about seeing Rovers outfought and outworked across the pitch. While they may have lacked finesse in defence and midfield, Longford possessed a definite threat in the skill of Mooney and Baker up front.

Any openings fell the visitors' way; it would be unfair to call them chances. Then Mooney found the net on the stroke of half time; the man in yellow had already blown for offside. Scoreless at the break, Hoops fans hoped that their title chasing side would improve in the second half. In the meantime, Raheny United's under 7 squad, jerseys down to their knees hogged the floodlight during the interval; eventually they were lured from the playing area.

No changes at half time then. Rovers went close; Mark Rutherford closer, in the early exchanges of the second half. And what a treasure it was to see the winger in action; his appearance at Tolka recalled many a cold Friday night which he warmed up for me with his searing pace on the left wing for Shels. The visitors claimed the prize for first corner of the game, it came to nowt.

Inexplicably, they became incontinent at the back for a brief period; but long enough to rouse the voices of the muted Hooperatzi. As the hour mark approached, Scully opted for a double substitution. If journos could talk they'd ask for Rennie - to be taken off- his presence disrupts the tempo of this Rovers side. I don't understand Pat Scully's thinking on this. The introduction of Paul Shiels immediately gave birth to a passing game from the home eleven. They began to find space; play football - in a game which to then had been chronically lacking in guile and poise.

Alan Matthews then opted for a substitution - he has been using them sparingly this season. The stadium announcer was filled with concern for the plight of the departing Collie James. The former Galway United man struggled to find his bench but was commended upon finally doing so by the friendly voice. Indeed, every chance that came their way was exploited to its maximium by the strugglers. Time was not of the essence to them, just a point.

Andy Myler could not believe his good fortune as the ball dropped to him in the opposition box; Sean Prunty appeared to step back, but urgently reconsidered in the nick of time. Flinging himself at the attacker, he managed to distract him sufficiently to avert the danger. Owen Doyle's introduction for Rovers seemed to temporarily enlighten their attacking ideas.

Panic was setting in on the Town bench; the visitors were beginning to fall back, and there were over fifteen minutes left to play. 'Get to the ball', screamed Matthews; not to suggest that Scully was entirely happy. The fourth official headed in his direction regularly throughout the second half, sedative in hand.

We search and search for turning points. I found one. Owen Doyle delivered impeccably from the left; for the second time in the half Longford's defence were sleeping. The ball dropped beautifully to David Cassidy. You know how it is, it never drops this way to you on the pitch, rarely in training, sometimes on the road. Casso let it bounce, then struck it meatily. We saw the first save of the game, and a worthy one it was.

Shay Kelly turned it away for a corner. There was some excellent postman on postman action as Ferguson and Doherty mailhandled each other in anticipation of the delivery. It too came to nowt. Rovers went for a tight front three, but Ger Rowe was strangely ineffective. No defender can ever take his eye off him, though; Rowe burst through, Doherty pulled him back, Rowe miscued, the centre half was booked. This was not in accordance with Pat Scully's wishes.

And so it seemed that it was to be a draw. Longford won a late free kick. Baker's delivery was once more, impeccable - possibly the best player on the park - it found Damien Brennan all alone on the far side. His header combined three necessary attributes. It was firm. It was downward. It was accurate. It was offside. It was the last minute of the prescribed ninety. Much frustration for the gallant and enthusiastic Longford supporters.

The fourth official has indicated that there will be a minimum of three extra minutes. Woo-hoo, three minutes for the Hoops to snatch one of those lovely late winners. STAND UP IF YOU'RE LONGFORD TOWN, and they did. Proud of their players, proud of their point. Suddenly Mooney is on the ball at the Ballybough end; as ever Ferguson is in close attendance. Close enough to grab a firm hold of Mooney's shirt. The striker ignores the action; he only has eyes for goal. He slips the grip, then slips the ball beyond Barry Murphy - Murphy can see it, but he cannot reach it; it's going in, yes, it's going in, it's in - because you're worth it.

Back to Basics

2007-08-28T18:00:00.000+01:00

In what I feel has thus far resembled a professional effort from our domestic top dogs , all has been undermined by the farcical situation of the Bray Wanderers away strip episode. Having remarked last time out on the wisdom of allowing games to be broadcast live, the spectacle of what looked like a Ragball Rovers eleven trotting across the canyon of my plasma screen was an embarrassing one.

Lest my blog is targeted by Seagull Suicide Bombers let me balance that statement by complimenting the Wanderers on their impressive efforts on the night. However, someone, somewhere is responsible for the mess that the kit clash left us with on Monday night.

Think about it, the expense involved in setting up the OB Unit, flying Felix and Curt by chopper to the Peoples' Republic and turning on the floodlights. We are selling an image; we are competing with the most image driven football league in the world. We need any help we can get. And then this sh1t happens!

Think of the time and effort that Bray Wanderers will have put into securing a shirt sponsor for the season - think about the promise of live TV exposure - a huge factor in swaying a potential victim. The live game comes around, the sponsor (HARD METAL in this case) lies back in his plush leather chair and pushes the cigar button. Another push produces a 12-year-old scotch. The final push beams Setanta Sports onto the office wall.

The colour combination was not easy on the eye, looking like the design efforts of a deeply depressed homosexual. Even a referee could tell that either of Bray's kits would clash with the Cork toothpaste jersey. Only a set of shirts was needed to rectify the situation- not a full kit, but this was somehow not conceived by the Wicklow club.

In the interests of appearance, why couldn't the home side slip into this season's away strip? Then we would not have the ridiculous situation of players running around with blacked out names on the backs of their shirts. Cork in their away kit with Bray in theirs would have presented a more aesthetically pleasing picture than that with which we were presented. A poor effort it was at blacking out names too, as George O'Callaghan's shirt graced Turner's Cross again, alongside Neil Fenn's.

A small but crucially important detail which can be nipped in the bud at the beginning of every season. Clubs present their strip for inspection by a referee who then adjudicates on which strips clash. Even junior leagues issue such details to every club at the beginning of a season, there is no excuse for it at the highest level. It has made our game look awkwardly amateur and it is fiercely annoying, for these incidents are indicative of one of our greatest talents - the ability to shoot oneself accurately and regularly in the foot. A talent which I felt we were in the process of burying. It must not happen again.

Confessions of an Unfaithful Lover.

2007-08-22T17:37:00.000+01:00

Since my conversion from Premiership swallower to League of Ireland lover I have experienced a strange anaesthaesia while looking on at the continuing demise of my former partners in football, Leeds United. No, you are not about to endure another monologue which observes the symbiosis of Shelbourne and Leeds. That ground is well trodden.

Upon bumping into, or even espying former lover from a safe distance, one is powerless. Immediately the object of your former affection is scanned and evaluated; comparisons are drawn with the last known sighting. If there is time, one will draw some conclusions once the new information has been processed and filed. If not, the assimilation will take place at the next opportune moment; not that the population contains many of my exes. They've all emigrated for Gender Regeneration Surgery type thing.

From the time I was knee high to Johnny Giles and Billy Bremner I was a Leeds fan. Now that I stand shoulder to shoulder with those two giants of English football I have left my Elland Road days behind me.

Strangely, I never managed to let go of the coincidences that have occurred since that painless parting. League of Ireland football is often pitched as equal to the Championship and Football League One. Since taking up the cause for domestic football on our island the Yorkshire club have been excreted from the Premiershop and it's feeder division.

Unable to fund regular trips across the nuked waters of the Irish Sea, TV and later the interweb were to be my connection to LUFC, Pride of Yorkshire. But now the level at which they conduct their business is available on my doorstep; a higher level in some cases.

This made me feel fortunate; like you feel if you spot an ex exiting the STD clinic - should you happen to be passing that way. Then - Shock and Awe, Shite 'n' Onions; I saw the attendance figure for Dennis Wise's side against mighty Southend at Elland Road. 24,036. Twenty four thousand and thirty six! Better than five of the attendance totals from the top tier in Engerland.

I was feeling a little queasy; that bird you dumped is worth a fortune and she's into you and you could put up with the lifestyle and her. Serial unemployable's sort of queasy. Queasy gave way to envy.

If we got that figure for an FAI Cup Final we would be well sated. Leeds has a population of less than 1/2 a million (people, of course). All too rare are the occasions when an Irish football arena heaves with energy, intensity and atmosphere; it doesn't have to be full to achieve this status.

Week upon week we are feted with live action now; a welcome advertisement for our game, yes; but a woeful one. Cameras pan across ramshackle areas, bereft of man or beast, just the odd guard or lonely steward who stands out all the more for his fluorescent garb. The sense of atmosphere is minimal; Paul Cook saying that 10 fans travelled to Waterford for the league game is fodder for the hurlers on the ditch.

The kite has been flown across the water that eventually, when the Premiershop has eaten itself, fans will disappear. They will then be replaced by an audience, who have been given free tickets to the game. Whether or not there will be a stage manager provoking applause at appropriate moments remains to be seen.

What if we were to give free tickets to our games? Promote a League of Ireland Festival week. Open Days a la last season, building up to a weekend of free admission at every fixture. Investment would be needed to at least give the appearance of hygiene and upkeep at the grounds - the kind of clean sweep the bathroom gets when you get the 10 minute raid warning from your mother.

Potentially full houses would mean extra crowd control duties and more Gardai; a financial input from the FAI would be welcome; some extra sponsorship on foot of the extra incoming could help to defray some of the cost. Some of this may seem fatuous, but a cold eye cast on our game reveals little to attract the lazy punter.

Things have improved, live games were often flagged as a potential draw; I'm beginning to believe that some of the ties are doing more harm than good. We need more say in what is broadcast. The Derry City / Finn Harps game presents a perfect example. Oozing intensity and rivalry before a full house, it would certainly have come across better on screen than the soggy offering from the wide open spaces of the RSC. There is something squirmworthy about getting a clear view of PC World and the passing traffic in the background. It distracts your attention from the game. What's the weather like in Waterford now? Is that bus full? Oh there's a goal.

Maybe a well stuffed weekly magazine with highlights, interviews and an improved time slot is the way to go; until we get our houses in order.

Put a Cork in it

2007-08-14T19:19:00.000+01:00

Often entertaining but this time just plain boring, mainly due to the lack of quality in his procrastinative efforts. It was more of the same from Dr. Damo -A Doctor of Words - 'my players are in there saying you can't get a penalty in Dublin'.

Given time for measured reflection I am sure that Damo accepts that in this case the officials were spot on. But there have been too many excuses from the Cork City camp this season; the visible panty line is that the Leesiders have fallen behind.

Many claim that the league winning side of two season's ago was Pat Dolan's legacy to Cork City; Damian Richardson came in, picked up the reins and waved as his new charges charged to the summit. 2003, '04 and '05 saw City finish 3rd, 2nd and 1st respectively. Last season they slumped to fourth, a lack of firepower ultimately proving to be their John O'Flynn's heel as their impervious back five supported the weight of a title challenge.

Already deprived of the talents of Kevin Doyle and later the perplexing gifts of George O'Callaghan, the rot was setting in for Cork City. Dan Murray was becoming an increasingly important source of goals; his five in 2006 almost matching the efforts of Denis Behan and the somewhat delicate O'Flynn both of whom managed just six in the league. The late discovery that Roy O'Donovan could actually get you a goal or two if played down the centre boosted hopes for this season.

The boss spoke of financial constraints, as did chairman Brian Lennox. Danny Murphy took his ringcraft to Motherwell at the end of the season. The protracted deal for Alan Bennett was finally concluded and some much needed folding was in the coffers. The FIFA 2 saga was an unforeseen blow to hopes of success.

But it wasn't in midfield were Richardson's side were lacking. The defence which had conceded just 33 times in 63 outings spread across the previous two seasons was coming apart. Pickled observers espoused the theory that SuperDan would be exposed without Alan Bennett scurrying around his ankles. It seems they were right. Far from watertight, they are now conceding at the rate of a goal per game; or in old money, 20 goals in 20 games.

None better than the mighty Paul Osam will tell you that if you are conceding a goal per game you will need two goals to win in this league. Obviously, he may not have shared this nugget with Damo. When one takes cognisance of the in- tray of both UCD and Galway United - bottom buddies both with 22 in the goals against column from 21 outings - it puts Cork's defensive demise in perspective.

Dan Murray's visceral forward charges have all but evaporated; a sure sign of a lack of confidence in the housesitters. Thus a necessary source of goals has dried up, his number but one this term.

This leads us to the talents of Roy O'Donovan; 14 goals in 17 starts is a phenomenal strike rate and he two-leggedly kept his side ticking over while they waited for July 1st to arrive. Those goals are no more; though the club are pocketing another 1/2 million or so.

A scan through the goalscorers column at the cross reveals the source of Damo's frustration - at the minute Cork City need every penalty they can get - whether there has been a foul committed or no. His striking options centre on the out of sorts John O'Flynn a player whose persistent injury problems are preventing him from reaching the higher notes of his undoubted talent. He has managed a paltry two goals so far, and is second only to the memory of O'Donovan in the scoring chart. The jury is out on newcomer Leon McSweeney; he has at least broken his duck. Denis Behan remains confined largely to cameos; surely a suggestion that the boss doesn't feel that the Limerick man can provide the requisite goals.

In fact, Damian Richardson has presided over the dismantling of his title winning squad and has not adequately filled the vacuum therein. Youngsters at the club are either not ready or not good enough - their time will come if they are. But for all his procrastinating and pontificating el Rico has got to improve the level of talent within his playing staff if they are to challenge for title honours again. The fact that they are still in with a shout for second spot reflects poorly on St. Pats more so than it does positively on the achievements of the Rebels.

Cup Final Appearances Help You Breathe More Easily

2007-08-08T16:41:00.000+01:00

Not just Cup Final appearances, but sweet victories over your fiercest rivals. Sean Connor has yet to sample defeat at the hands of the Hoops while Bohemians boss.

The preamble to this semi-final presented two sides that had fallen out of form. Rovers were three games without a win; Bohs had conceded five in their previous three outings and hadn't managed a goal in four. Not much to tempt the lazy neutral onto a bus there then.

But there was so much at stake, so many permutations. Rovers have been a revelation this term; their fearless flight to the higher reaches of the eL canopy would be worthy of the sparkle that a Cup final appearance brings; to capture the trophy would indeed be the ketchup on the breakfast roll. Not that Pat Scully would publicly admit to such thoughts before the season's end.

Sean Connor presents a quizzical figure to many of his club's staunchest supporters. Point out that Bohs' situation is far superior to the mud in which they frolicked last season and they will remind you that SC has been facilitated at every turn by a benign board. His side have been an ugly duckling all season; the momentous FAI Cup win at United Park suggested that a swan lay within. They remained within striking distance of the league title until the recent discovery of their inner Donald Duck. The natives were growing increasingly restless.

The non-performance at Flancare Park with undertones of player unrest meant it was time for SC to discard his comical red bloomers and begin to look like a top drawer football manager. Joxer and Ricer felt the fruits of his indignation. Heroes of the Ultras, SC was putting his scrotum on a cold surface.

As such, the atmosphere around Dalymount Park was a little subdued. While naturally wanting their side to prevail; there was comfort to be had in defeat - the pleasure of watching an enemy walk awkwardly away with his scrotum in his pocket.

It all started so well - Mick McCarthy and his entourage mingled, he and Sean have now met three, er two, times. Larry welcomed the Hooperatzi, then played the scary music over the PA - the gladiators entered the sunkissed arena. God, who is obviously a member at Bohs, supplied a light sprinkling of rain, just enough for slick passing.

Owen Heary had a headed opportunity early on; should have done better he was doubtless muttering to himself as he trotted back from his far-post attack. The boss could hardly contain his glee as Joxer set off on a run; stubbornly persisting with the outside option. It was to be the one and only occasion, but David McGill can't have known that as he flailed in the wake of the gifted midfielder.

Ryan McCann was in for Stephen 'deal or no deal' Rice. the newcomer started brightly. He looked sharp and interested in getting forward. Rossiter's 16th minute dismissal after a couple of launches robbed Bohs of McCann's attacking ideas. There was little time for the niceties as the home side battled with 3 v 4 in the midfield area.

It was a bitty half; mishit, overhit, underhit and then there were the hits. Voices on both sides of Dalyer bayed for blood and retribution. The Gypsys threatened mainly from deadball situations. Rovers and deadball situations? Well think of a granny who's lost her glasses and can't find her teeth as a result. David Tyrrell's introduction early in the second half remedied this acknowledged weakness in the Hoops armoury. Until then, they didn't threaten Brian Murphy, or his goal, to any significant degree.

Tyrrell had just arrived on the field when the hosts should have opened the scoring. Kelly was the artist- the Billy Elliot of Dalymount Park - Glen Crowe the wrecking ball, as he spurned a gift that the aforementioned granny may well have converted. Groans from the Jodi mixed with sighs from Connaught Street merging as they drifted into the Phibsboro sky.

It was easy to forget that Sean Connor's men were numerically challenged; their efforts never betrayed it - Rovers' never exploited it. True, Pat Scully's side were as industrious as ever. The hari-kari tackling had abated and the duo attempted to offer us some football. But the industry of both sets of players refused to allow it; Damien Hancock was still producing yellow cards ad nauseum, only now they were for minor infringements. There have been rumours that the official fell asleep with yellow card in hand on Tuesday evening, and booked his missus. Whether this happened once or twice is still subject to confirmation.

The goal was a creeper; you never really saw it coming. Yet another average looking ball arrived in the Rovers' penalty area - Crowe rose again, then he was buried - under a sweaty human sea of black and red. From Pat Scully's viewpoint it was a soft goal, definitely not the sort that his side are accustomed to conceding, but they all count.

Rovers were now upping the pace as the minutes rolled by. Scully used his three permitted replacements. Connor kept faith with his ten warriors. Tadhg Purcell slipped the Bohs defensive line; this one had equaliser all over it - if you were standing on the Connaught Street side. Murphy got a look and a touch; Purcell attempted to redeem himself by laying the ball back. DANGER! DANGER! The defenders were heading en masse in the direction of the ball; the inexperience of youth must have shot through Pat Scully like the pain of a carelessly bitten ice pop. His attackers were also drawn to the ball. At the opposite post was a space large enough to build a drug dealer's bungalow. Men with measuring tapes scurried from the playing area as the ball dropped into the unoccupied real estate; danger averted.

Yet, not ended. The Hoops rolled forward again; there were plenty of red and black shirts in close attendance. The ball arrived from Des Byrne's wing, the full back got a toe on it- only to divert the white orb into the path of the goalbound Purcell. Murphy again showed why he will be a serious contender for Player of the Season. You have just read the kiss of death.

It was disconcerting to see the energy drain from the Gypsys upon the occasion of any deadball situation awarded in their favour. They crawled with none of their might towards the ball on such occasions; then sprang to life whenever danger presented itself. Connor must have noticed this, because he finally introduced a substitute. Joxer was withdrawn in favour of the effective interventions of Thomas Heary.

There was to be one last push from the never say pass away Hoops; Purcell again tested Murphy, who at this stage definitely had enough points for his chosen course. Somehow the ball reappeared and headed for what Americans call the endline. The promised four minutes of added time had elapsed as the visitors prepared to take a corner. Barry Murphy wiped the blood from his nose as he cantered into the opposition box. Opposing players exchanged greetings and admired the quality of the stitching on each other's shirts. Suddenly it was incoming.

All eyes were on the ball. Heading in the direction of a hooped jersey? No. A striped jersey? No. Barry Murphy's jersey! The 'keeper rose - had his moment of glory arrived before he ever got to appear on Big Brother? Were we to 'enjoy' extra time in the most ironic of manners? It was 'keeper v 'keeper. Murphy v Murphy, yet the legal profession were as powerless as the rest of us. It became apparent that the trajectory of the ball was going to take it over the bar, and so it was.

Damien put his card away and blew long and hard on his yellow whistle. The Jodi stand erupted for the umpteenth time. Did SC grin a wry grin?

Is That Window Closed?

2007-08-02T16:08:00.000+01:00

Part lottery, part game of skill part time and fulltime. That's League of Ireland football 2007 vintage. Some strap thorns to their feet and scale Croagh Patrick naked; real martyrs stand before the tank that is the Premiership in an effort to instil pride, affection and support for our domestic league into the hearts of the flocks of Wild Geese who migrate each weekend to further line the pockets of the franchise holders across the Irish Sea.

I was apoplectic on Thursday morning; the love-hate relationship I share with Tom McGuirk boiled over badly. The gruff radio presenter was interviewing BBC Radio 5 man and WBA fanatic Adrian Chiles. Chiles has written a book querying the madness of adult fascination with supporting second rate football clubs, as opposed to the mega-successful ones. As a native of the Black Country he grew up supporting the Baggies, there's nothing untoward in that.

McJerk was rising in my esteem as he ranted on about the footballing elite across channel; pointing to the fact that they win everything, no one else has a chance football is ruined. With no credit on my phone, I yearned for an eL fan to be at his keyboard rapping out an e mail. As the interview progressed I actually began to feel that the host was going to burst into a soliloquy on our own league.

And then this happened.... Chiles says something along the lines of' Well you know Tom, Irish people need to stop supporting the Man U's and Liverpools' - McJerk was snorting in agreement -' and start following the likes of us'- 'Yes, yes' sayeth the nodding host. AAARRGGHH! Where are those thorns?

Meanwhile, back at the underground HQ of the eircom League of Ireland the shutters are coming down on the transfer window. A month which managers crave and loathe in equal amounts. An opportunity to boost the quality of your playing staff, but it involves relentless pursuit of player after player in an effort to seduce them with your product.

Paradoxically, the two most dormant clubs have been at either ends of the spectrum, but for very different reasons - Drogheda United and Wexford Youths. Buying players is anathema to Mick Wallace, he'll just promote another lad from the Under 17's. Paul Doolin is still bedding in the quality which he added at the start of the campaign.

With the business end of the season closing in the window represents a last throw of the teacup for those with aspirations of silverware or a European slot; maybe Setanta qualification or to make the play-offs; in some cases to avoid the play-offs.

Given Drogheda's horrid - that word is there to appeal to any females who may have stumbled upon this blog - time with injuries this term, the fact that they top the pile with a game in hand suggests what I already knew; it's there's to lose. So this was John McDonnell's shot at reeling in the Drogs. The end result suggests that the Saints continue to be top heavy with midfielders and a bit shy at either end of the park. At best Dave Rogers is steady as she goes, Glen Fitzpatrick offers an alternative to Pats current style up front. It's early doors - one for the barstoolers - with regards to Keane, Gibson, Barker and Macek. In fact, the most significant boost to Pats will be the return to fitness of Joe Ndo. He is ideally suited to their 3-5-2 system and adds a dimension unmatched by any other player in the league.

Shamrock Rovers were never likely to compete in the marketplace with the top two, but Pat Scully is not the type of man to let weeds prosper on his carefully cultivated lawn. His squad definitely needed an injection of experience, and as any Hoops fan will tell you, someone to deliver a dead ball properly. Dave Tyrrell provides a little of both. John Martin knows his way around the Premier Division dressing ground. Alan Reynolds smacks of my kind of shopping i.e. half price because it's about to pass its sell by date. There's no doubting his 'experience', but he is a long way from match fit. Should the Hoops be in the final shake-up he will have something to offer. They are experiencing a performance dip of late and I believe that there is not much left in their tanks. Hoping to be wrong here because they certainly deserve some reward for their superhuman efforts thus far. They are smack in the middle of the country's fulltime set-ups - Galway excluded - a fantastic achievement for the promoted side.

Sean Connor continues to frustrate at Dalymount Park, but that is not to dismiss the fact that his side are a work in progress. Plenty of experience, yes, but definite room for improvement. Impatience is not a rare commodity in Phibsboro; SC will most likely need Setanta qualification to buy him some oxygen. Those boys need to feel important. Sorry, I'm all out of smilies.

The Corkies are taking two steps forward, one step back. Healy and Farrelly are in, but it seems Royboy and his golden boot will soon be gone. City's season hinges on this. Denis Behan is a bit player, John O'Flynn is an in bits player. The burden falls upon the novice shoulders of Leon McSweeney. There is ample power in the engine room, enough to compensate for a defence as tight as an aged hot water bottle.

Paul Cook has re-ignited Sligo Rovers; he certainly seems to be an asset to this league but will have to stop seeing penalties for the opposition. It's up to the Management Committee to treat him well now, for they may well have mined a jewel.

'Tis early days yet for John Robertson, but just shifting the deadwood has improved the atmosphere at the Randywell and he has a quality squad believing in themselves again; now if he could just squeeze a few goals out of them.

Dropping down its time to purchase the memorial cards at Flancare Park. Longford Town, once the PD's of Irish football have suffered a similar ignominy to their political counterparts and it appears to be all over at the top table for Alan Matthews side. Only the buffoonery of Waterford United can save the Town from the automatic drop now.

Bray Wanderers and Galway United have their rear ends dangling dangerously over the drop zone - a poor performance from the Westerners, a learning curve for Tony Cousins. UCD have begun to expect to win games; a dangerous habit for a side which needs to muster everything in every game to maintain its midtable safety.

The First Division is providing us with an intriguing battle for the title. After an abject opening Cobh Ramblers have steered themselves into a challenging position against what was undoubtedly the strongest squad in the division at the off. Dundalk still look to have the strongest squad, but danger looms. Finn Harps have finally woken from their slumber and will take points off anybody in this league; the same can be said of lowly Shelbourne.

Dermot Keely must have thought he had been dreaming for four months; come July he enters the dressing room and his team are there. Limerick 37 cannot be discounted; this weekend's meeting with Harps is crucial; somebody needs to wound the Donegal side in order to halt their momentum. Should Higgsy's men take anything from Jackman Park it's hard to see them not take the third spot.

That took longer than expected; now where have I heard that before?

DAMO DIVES IN

2007-07-25T14:33:00.000+01:00

It feels faintly voyeuristic to spend time interpreting the public statements of managers; but I am comforted by the knowledge that this is as central to the game as a substitution for a full-time boss.

And who is the manager most likely...? Yes, those of you who answered Damo will receive a 'Musings of Doctor Damo' CD. Never short of a word for the jaded scribes of Irish football, el Rico is now manipulating the innocent hacks in pursuit of league glory.

To illustrate the cunning and devious nature of his warblings we have to turn our eyes to the Premiershop. A past and current master of the genre is Alex Ferguson; a manager as ruthless and successful as they come. Not as media friendly as our Damo, he is capable of sending a shiver down the stiffest of spines with a single flash of a false grin in the direction of an unprepared lens.

The Scot's hairdryer treatment is the stuff of legend; the Cork boss also generates hot air with uncanny ease. In one of my past lives I was a Leeds United fan. This was during the Ridsdale years; famously the landing gear began to malfunction at Elland Road. The overpaid players belied their bloated contracts with a succession of apathetic performances; consequently they plummeted with the speed of an overstuffed wallet towards the wrong end of the table.

Meanwhile, the scum ( old habits and all that) were engaged in yet another title pursuit with, I think, Arsenal - although it is an insignificant detail. They were down to the wire and the once mighty Whites were due to face the scum and Arsenal on the run-in. Leeds gave United an almighty scare at Elland Road; fergie was not best pleased. In fact he was indignant; how dare such a lowly pile of sh1t attempt to derail his club's title challenge. He publicly accused the Leeds players of deceiving their manager i.e. if they could perform to such a level against his aristos, why weren't they expending the same effort on a weekly basis?

At face value it smacked of the Manager's Union looking out for each other - even suggesting that the Scot had a humane side; but there was a more sinister motive. With Arsenal due to face Leeds anon, he was demanding the same level of effort from the Yorkshire side when the Gunners faced them. And the smart ****** got it too - Leeds beat Arsenal at Highbury.

If my memory is not going to embarrass me, I seem to recall that Ferguson elicited a similar result from a wavering Newcastle United side on another occasion.

So, Damo.

The Cork City boss has taken to advising Drogheda United supremo Paul Doolin as to how the Louth club should be approaching their league assignments. Generous in the extreme from Damo? A man with a full-time job on his hands taking the time to help out a manager whose side are 8 points ahead of his own. Magnanimous in the extreme, unless of course there is a subtext in this comments regarding the scoreless draw between the sides last Sunday.....

“The reality is you saw that Drogheda will be very difficult to beat, but there are also games that they won’t win. Their complete blanket negativity suggests to me they’re more concerned with not losing than winning. The two previous games they scored goals in the last minute to win both. You can’t keep doing that. They’re hard to score and play against. They’re league leaders, but they should be showing more responsibility with their performances".

Drogheda are averaging 1.5 goals per game, bettered only by Pats at 1.58 and just ahead of Cork at 1.24.

Drogheda have won 11 from 18, Pats 11 from 19 and Cork 8 from 17.

As for 'responsibility for their performances', well Dr Damo is spot on here, if not with his other observations. Paul Doolin is the man charged with responsibility for the performances of Drogheda United football club, the second highest scoring side in the league with the highest points total. Facts like those suggest that the incumbent is a manager who takes his responsibility seriously.

Damian Richardson will have been well acquainted with the facts before his comments, but they were intended to insinuate themselves into the mindset of Drogheda supporters and staff alike in an effort to undermine their belief in the effectiveness of their currently successful tactics. A dodgy result or two and fans would be echoing el Rico's sentiments; fan unrest spreads to team, spreads to results - and Cork come gliding through in the Drogs ever slowing slipstream.

Surely the sign of a manager who is growing increasingly nervous about his club's unused silver polish supplies. Be responsible for Cork City's performances Damo, let Doolo worry about the Drogs.

Still, it's tasty stuff, and another sign of the pressure that comes with our creeping professionalism. Bring it on!

The Great Defender

2007-07-18T15:44:00.000+01:00

John McDonnell's defensive abilities show no signs of wilting under the increasing weight of years. Like a well aged Angus steak, the St. Patrick's Athletic boss has matured well. He sees the bigger picture, not the one-eyed view of most football managers. Consideration for those with whom we share the planet, our treatment of said orb - these are but two of the issues which he has used his exalted position to address.

First there was the case of the bawdy Cork supporters. Ingrates, who felt that the admission price to the Shed in Turner's Cross conferred the right of judgement upon them. The so called 'fans' turned on whiter than white Barry Ryan. In his post match interview did John talk about the game - no he did not. This is the mark of the man; the concern for the feelings of another human being, and one of his players at that, was precedent in his thoughts.

Obviously addicted to the warm and fuzzy feeling he got from that intervention, our hero was waiting in a phonebox for his next mission. Knowing not the when or where is the lot of such a man. Coincidentally, it was again a crowd of football supporters who irked him. Taking time out from his duties as manager of the Saints, he again took on the role of Moral Custodian with Special Responsibility for Football Fans (or MCWSRFFF to use up a bit more space) . Richmond Park, home of the Saints was the setting - and not a Cork City fan in sight.

This time it was the pesky Saints supporters. Most probably relatives of the Cork shower, they too dwelt beneath the illusion that you could pay and say. Again the Supersaint used the media to extend his message to the world. Pats fans had been brazen enough to voice unpleasant opinions towards members of their own side within earshot of our Football Nuncio. This was not cricket.

Then a dodgy run of results realigned Johnny Mc's crosshair. The recent win over Longford Town has finally seen his side put maximum points on the board again. Unburdened following the win, our hero was left with enough space in his life to take up the cause again. This time he saw green. His charge towards the winsome Longford Town substitutes was reminiscent of the bovine activities in Pamplona.

THE GRASS! - Back into the dressing room Barry - THE GRASS! The young substitutes were astonished - embarrassed even - by such treehuggery; truly this was a man in touch with his innermost feelings, displaying not the vaguest whiff of discomfort with them. A prolonged exchange of unpleasantries ensued; the intensity of this served only to underline John McDonnell's commitment to making the world a better place for humankind to live - and he's prepared to fight for it. So stay out of his way.

So next Monday night when St. Pats and Shamrock Rovers collide on Setanta at 8pm don't dare change channels after the final whistle; there are pearls to be had. The real showdown is the Battle of John and Pat and it promises to be as intriguing as anything that precedes it.

The Fruits of Wexford

2007-07-11T18:19:00.000+01:00

In stark contrast to the Dublin Derby at Tolka Park a week previously, both innocent and ignorant passers-by would be hard pressed to notice the imminent event in Drumcondra. Wexford Youths were in town; normally such a statement conjures up images of yellabellies wielding hurleys having imbibed heavily and stumbling towards Croker.

Maybe that's what happened to the Youths' support, because they were as difficult to spot as pork ribs at a tree hugger's barbecue on the Richmond Road. It must be said that the players look the part...Mick Wallace's fascination with all things Italian has resulted in an elegant and well-cut black outfit for away occasions. Signor Wallace betrays a more laidback personal style.

This was my first viewing as far as the newcomers were concerned and I was intrigued at the prospect of seeing a First Division side attempt to play the beautiful game. I've long been an admirer of the Italian style of play; Paolo Maldini is a particular hero of mine.

The Reds took to the field with a rash of new signings; just like the last time I saw them. Kieran Harte caused the first flutter in the ground. His rasping volley flew centimetres over the bar, much to the relief of his goalkeeper. The game flowed freely, with little tactical shackling. Both sides made a decent attempt at playing football.

Alan Keely confirmed his lineage with a trademark centre half's tackle - just 14 minutes into his Shels career he had seen yellow. Having inserted a probe into their youthful opponents the more battle hardened Shels began to impose themselves in the physical stakes. The efforts of the men in black regularly ran aground in the opposition half. Two lightweight, and slightly hesitant, strikers were still attempting to find their way with little consideration from their hosts.

Not to say that Dermot Keely's side were rampant in the first half. At one stage three Reds congealed at their own near post to clear a cross - unchallenged. If anything, the quality of the opposition compensated for the lack of cohesion from the newly collated Shels. DK's side have ability, but obviously will need some time to gel.

There is a naivete about the Wexford side; a lack of urgency and tempo in their play and a penchant for losing possession just about anywhere. The streetwise Shels had no reservations about exploiting their opponents' shortcomings. In situations such as these a young side must have a rallying point - Conor Sinnott was more ornamental than peripheral.

He was quick to present himself when there was a dead ball that needed resuscitation; otherwise he drifted lazily about the centre of midfield barely raising a sweat. Very Francesco Totti. Alongside him Patsy Malone did the work of three men, covering every corner of the pitch from the first whistle to the last. Should there be a test for driving force he will pass with colours flying.

Regarding the touchline persona of Dermot Keely - a man who has done it all in the domestic game. He is fly on the wall gold; stubbornly refusing to encourage or compliment his charges throughout. Just like having your father on the sideline; nothing is ever good enough for him. His head flicks from left to right like a panicked pigeon as he seeks out another target for his frustration. Of course, the antics of Derek Tomney soaked up a lot of Dermot's energies last Friday. Here was a man hell bent on abuse; stoically refusing to give anything to the Reds, and causing the faithful to howl at almost every decision.

And faithful they are. It was evident on my previous trip to Drumcondra early in the campaign, and could be assigned to the realms of early season exuberance. Not so at this juncture. The enthusiasm and raw support from the remaining Shelbourne fans exceeds anything I have experienced during the club's wonder years; and I am not the first to say it.

The second half of this encounter will have lifted their little hearts... their red-eared heroes began to produce some flowing football, and the flow was very much one-way. The Youths struggled young manfully to cope - I'm loath to mention the little boy with his finger in the dyke - a Shelbourne goal was inevitable. Lee Roche was sparkling down the right hand side, Harte likewise down the left.

A fine piece of interplay on the left wing resulted in a centimetre perfect cross for Mark Leech. At times he had looked disinterested in his surroundings but mustered a leap for this cross. He was too close to miss, he didn't. Invariably the visitors came close to equalising in the game's flailing moments but they didn't deserve an equaliser.

Mick Wallace was almost silent on the sideline throughout as he watched his side further their education. It's a tough first season for these boys. Every so often they pick up a point or three- enough to maintain their belief in what Wallace is trying to create in Wexford. They will get better, and will be an asset to the league. Whether that means they will provide plenty of talented young footballers for the sharks, or will eventually gain promotion remains unanswered.

So off I trooped to get myself a burger- a burger big and juicy with beautifully a fresh and crisp salad - just like the one in the picture; again the reality failed to live up to my anticipation.

DERBY DAY

2007-07-04T18:14:00.000+01:00

The fun-filled rivalry between supporters was a treasure to behold at last weekend's coming together of Shamrock Rovers and Bohemians at Tolka Park. The enchanting media build up had featured photos of cuddly young footballers giving of their time at Children's Hospitals and other terrorist targets.

Even the inclemency of the late June weather was becalmed by the atmosphere of love and kindness generated between two aged rivals. A balmy evening was gifted to the healthy crowd - although I observed that not all in attendance appeared to be healthy - a perfect setting for football.

As I eased left onto Richmond Road, licking the salt and vinegar from my fingers, it was clear that the Garda Siochana had not been lulled into a sense of false security by the prematch love-in; after all it is their job to provide such a sense. Hefty horses had their gumshields in and stab vests on, just to be sure.

Within the confines of Tolka Park, the red of the Premier League Champions had ceded to the green and white of the First Division titleholders. Fertile ground indeed! The music on the PA reminisced of halcyon days for the Hoops. The air was punctured by the boys in the Ballybough end. Cleary a diligent bunch, they unveiled their Derby Day project - TALLAGHT STADIUM Home of Thomas Davis - appeared to be the message for the speechless Riverside Stand. 1-0 to the visitors.

Kick off was within sight. The protagonists re-emerged, assembling around the centre circle. A touching tribute to two deceased friends of Shamrock Rovers was broadcast; one minute of silence requested. Heads dropped in solemn reflection and appreciation. There was a general hum from my left hand side; possibly supporters outside the ground, unaware of the hushed proceedings inside.

One Rovers fan decided that his club had been humiliated enough. A flat Dublin accent ran around the stadium; something like 'Bohs come.' The Gypsy fans were deeply touched by this, one so much so that he too broke the silence - 'Rovers thankers', but I could be wrong. The verbal exchange was repeated. The minute passed.

No more niceties - football reigned. It was helter-skelter football in the opening half; neither side capable of controlled passing movements. Rovers looked a little thin at the rear. Mark Langtry and Dean Lawrence are apprentices at this level. Stephen O'Brien was guarding the goal behind them; he has seen the sun setting many times.

Mark Rossiter lined up on the Bohs right against Langtry, but seemed reluctant to test his novice opponent on the outside. Darren Mansaram and Glen Crowe faced up to Lawrence and Barry Ferguson. The more seasoned of the centre backs did Trojan work to compensate for the absence of his regular defensive partners.

Nonetheless, the prospect of picking up Darren Mansaram for the first time must compare to holding on to your soap in the Mountjoy showers. A slippery and unpredictable operator at the worst of times; and if it wasn't him in front of Lawrence it was the cutehoor that is Glen Crowe.

It seemed a strange decision on the part of Sean Connor not to try out Chris Kingsberry against young Langtry. Here is a winger with all the razzle-dazzle and close control of a Jack Russell when on the ball. Akin to the vertically challenged canine, there is seldom a cutting end product. Ger O'Brien is a confident footballer and was only too happy to let the former Linfield winger procrastinate on the ball. That said, Kingsberry was largely anonymous in the opening half, effectively pitting 10 v 11 in the Hoops' favour.

To afford the benefit of the doubt to the diminutive winger - he has undoubted talent, and did not feature regularly at Linfield in the lead up to his move south. He may need games to find his pitch; Sean Connor made quite a show of congratulating him after withdrawing him from the action. In reference to his left-sided positioning - Ger Rowe was causing havoc down that side of the field for Rovers, Mark Rossiter would surely have provided better cover and assistance for Conor Powell.

There were some beefy challenges, eventually we saw yellow. Ferguson's hand of god effort was missed by only three people in the ground - having already been booked, he must consider himself a lucky man. Further on, Pat Scully bemoaned the fact that his side were denied a penalty - these things even themselves out over a season - sometimes a game.

The pre-match publicity had quite an effect on the fans. They were so touched with the tender images that they wanted to come together; so determined were they that the nice men in orange and yellow had a fierce job keeping them where they belonged. Eventually, both sides seemed satisfied to hug and embrace the garishly clad helpers. It brought a tear to my eye and a lump to my throat to see grown men express their emotions so freely in public. Humbled, was I.

The outpouring of affection was unrelenting. Now the fans were offering each other drinks. Plastic bottles flew from the Riverside to the Ballybough end and back. Where else in football would one experience such concern for one's guests needs'?

Out on the field the second half action was far superior. Pat Scully reminded his players that there was a game to be won. Their performance level upped significantly. We began to see passing movements, creative football, and the odd goal chance. Given the defensive records of the combatants it was going to be difficult to register on the scoresheet. Sean Connor surprised everyone by withdrawing Kevin Hunt and replacing him with Thomas Heary.

As I peered through a veritable Who's He of injured and suspended footballers the game rolled on towards it's inevitable stalemate. Was it nervousness that caused the visiting fans to regress into childhood securities? The Willy Wonka Oompa Loompa song was garnishing an excellent evening's entertainment - after Stephen O'Brien had rolled back the months with a superb stop from Glen Crowe's header the singing inexplicably ceased.

The evening concluded with some good clean family fun. The Rovers fans were to leave the ground first; then when the men in yellow and orange said so, the Bohs fans could come looking for them. I still haven't been caught.

ONE-EYED MONSTERS

2007-06-28T10:48:00.000+01:00

It has to be a sign of the increasing pressures on managers. Full time set-ups; increasing competition; expectations of fans and boards; childcare; house prices; the cost of tooth whitening.

The glamour of professional football comes with attendant baggage. There are more interviews, more interest. The protagonists are learning to deal with increased media demands and struggling to control their emotions when the mesmerising microphones are placed beneath their dry lips.

Damien Richardson RRS is often prosaic in his post and pre match deliberations. But he will never lose those three letters after his name; a hard-earned token of his abilities at the lower end of the scale. Most of us let Damien’s warblings rattle around in our unconscious until his lips stop moving – then we tune in again. This has now been proven to be a foolish course, as el Rico has returned to his finest form in some style.

Not embarrassed about comparing himself to the thinking manager’s crumpet - Arsene Wenger – the gifted one proceeded to inform us that he includes himself in the pantheon of managerial greats. But I may be too quick to judge.

Damo claims that the best manager’s are not following the ball; they are experiencing the game in widescreen. Is your ’keeper where you want him to be when your team is attacking? Are the defenders in good shape? Where is your holding midfielder? If one of your full backs is attacking, is the midfielder dropping back to cover?

But then I realised that Damien is absopremely right. This enlightenment has also made me realise that my brief managerial career was littered liberally with previously unrecognised signs of my greatness.

I must preface this revelation with relevant detail. My managerial epoch predated SUV’s and large bags of leather balls. Kit bags were procured from the post office; water came in a scruffy plastic container; sponges were a luxury. kida arrived with their kit in a plastic shopping bag - because they were free then. Matching knicks and socks? Snigger.

Now it’s all Tristan and Nigel and expensive boots and Gatorade and glamorous mothers and post match meals in McDonalds – they’re turning it into sawker!

Many are the memories of missing a goal, and why? Because I was looking to see where my defenders were? Er, not exactly. I was looking to see was the post office bag still there; was our ball still there; was anyone trying to break into the car; was anyone trying to break into the pavilion; was the gang of scruffy kids behind the goal unnerving my netminder; where were the bored substitutes gone? A quick glance at the sky to ensure it wasn't about to p*** down on the clothes - and they say men can't multi-task.

All the while fending off the opinions of the one parent who couldn't come up with an excuse for not giving us a lift to our away fixture that week. That’s pressure!

It is indeed much more intense at the top. Rovers, Cork, Bohs, the Drogs and Pats are all eyeing the prize from varying distances. Each of their managers is employed to further the ambitions of his club. If he sees things in a skewed way, that is to be expected. They are not paid to be philosophical in defeat. These overlords of Irish football are one-eyed monsters who will blindly and callously promote the interests of their club.

But those of us who look on from the neutral's vantage point can extract endless enjoyment from the spectator sport that is manager-baiting. Don't you just love to watch them scream for every throw in, dispute every decision given against their side and then hurl abuse at the fourth official because there's nothing to kick in the immediate vicinity.

Roll on the run-in.

the way ahEAd

2007-06-14T15:22:00.000+01:00

It may trip from the tongue as easily as ancient Greek, but the eircom League community owe even a whispered ‘thank you’ to the marketing gurus employed by the FAI; exponentially to the FAI itself. There, I’ve written it.

I picked up many a paper this past week and enjoyed the pleasurable experience of spotting a piece highlighting the domestic league’s newly announced association with EA Sports in FIFA ’08. These inserts were accompanied by various seductive shots of some of the Premier Division’s leading players.

Why if I was of a mind to I’d be leading the protests against the images of these young men being exploited; ridden rock solid even in the pursuit of vulgar profit. But this is vulgarity in its finery, like an Archbishop in his civvies – so I’ll let it rest.

The photos were the most immediately striking part of this assault on the pockets of parents and childlike adults across the nation. For the first time that I can recall, our very own players looked the part off the field. This is not to imply that they never look the part on the field; although this is sometimes the case with even the best of footballers.

In their EA shirts and new fangled hairstyles the players present presented as cutting and sharp an image as that to which we aspire for our league; still it represented the sort of glamourisation of football that we regularly heap scorn upon.

It is inevitable that much of how the LOI is perceived owes greatly to the behemoth that is the FA Premiership. That stuffed piggy bank of football can make our operation look like the jar you throw your coppers into on a Saturday morning. If we are to appeal to the generations, young and not so young, we have to show that we can compete; even if it is through superficial means.

I believe that there is a consensus of opinion amongst diehards that our product can compete on the field. Not in the sense that Derry City will be ending Chelsea’s interest in the Champion’s League this season; but in the sense that a night out at an eLOI game can match the tension, atmosphere and excitement of plasma screen football.

Associations form a large percentage of perception; this new association can lift Irish football into a new orbit in the eyes of the Playstation generation; once we continue to build up the profile of the game and force the awareness that the players can be seen in action just down the road.

There is a question which continues to pester. Should the league continue to build on the early successes of this season; should the crowds continue to grow; should the players achieve public worship and improved monies, will the diehards feel that it’s just not the same?

I for one don't want it to remain'the same'. Progression not regression. The FAI have done the league some service, as promised; hopefully with the European games around the corner, we can enjoy a glamour tie and build some more on the increasingly positive perception of the league.

SINISTERCISM

2007-06-06T17:01:00.000+01:00

Sometimes having time to think is not good; an idle mind is the devil's playground and all that. So here we are, eircom League Weekly is the last fix of football until June 15th and I need something to write about. I can't wait indefinitely for Alan Matthews to resign so here goes.

It was whilst watching the aforementioned eL Weekly on TV3 that I began to wonder about the life that I lead. Shoehorned into a late night-early morning slot alongside whatever other minority interest programs are on; 'One Armed Lesbians Cook 'Til They Drop'; 'Frogs And Their Pivotal Role In Our Society'; 'On The Buses'. Actively supporting our domestic game is a towpath beset with ridicule and abuse. The only time we get it easy is when RTE or Setanta show a live game. Apart from that we are minced by society. If it's not Sacar Beo it's eircom League weekly presented by the hyperactive Trevor Welch; a man whose appearance belies his love of football, just as Mary Harney's does her passion for health.

According to this there were, unofficially, 1548 fans on average attending each of six fixtures in the Premier Division last season. That equates to 9288 per week. The First Division fares worse with 5700 per week. So at great expense walkthechalk.com have had these numbers crunched parsed and flogged to ascertain the total average attendance on a weekend. It's 14,988. In a country with a population of over 4 million this represents a percentage of cult proportions. Should we throw in thirty or so players and staff at each club we can increase the cult membership by about 300.

The Compact Oxford English Dictionary of Current English defines cult as ‘a group of people with different religious beliefs (typically regarded as heretical) from those of a larger group to which they belong.' For larger group read 'barstoolers and Premiership fans.'

Consider the attitude of the public at large to cults. Cranks, weirdos, fruitcakes - the kind of people to keep your children away from. There are about twice as many Moonies (followers of the Unification Church of Sun Myung Moon) in the US than there are eL fans in Ireland.

As I watched Trevor Welch introduce the highlights of Pats v Galway I was struck, not literally, by a pylon. The voiceover announced a corner to Pats; all that was visible on my screen was a silver pylon and a building site. Suddenly a ball was propelled from the pylon; the camera angle changed to reveal a footballer who had been obscured by the giver of light. The role of pylons in our game grows ever more sinister.

In fact corners themselves seem to be a source of secret signs. Almost every time a corner kick is awarded a chosen one trots out to the arc in order to deliver the ball into his fellow team members. All are dressed in similar clothing. Immediately preceding the corner kick a sign is given; usually an arm, sometimes two, is raised into the air. Then the ball is despatched into the box. The arm signal seems to be intended to inform those in the know that it is going to be a crap corner. But I could be wrong on that one.

Then we were transported to Sligo. The cult members in the Northwest are an even stranger lot. One of them appeared to have a head mounted camera. I am unsure whether this is a permanent appendage; if it is he shouldn't be too hard to spot. Unfortunately we got to see a lot of his head and not a lot of the game.

The Oso and the Keely were not present; their words of repetitive mind bombing were lost to us; soundbites of infinite wisdom and profound depth delivered without ponderous consideration week upon week. It would wear, and it does, mere mortals out - but the gifted ones are more resilient. They will return after the break wiser and stronger. It is a symbol of their greatness that their replacement was a Star.

On a more positive note, it is reassuring to see the highlights program spread its wings a little. The introduction of Terrace Talk means the other pair are presented with fewer opportunities for repetition. Remember, we must not speak of heresy lest we are cast back into the dark age of pathetic late night coverage on a Sunday and nothing more.

Put on your pillowcase and whisper after me - TV3TV3TV3TV3.

MIDWEEK TREKKING

2007-05-30T19:38:00.000+01:00

The Waterford United Official Supporters Club recently penned an open letter bemoaning, amongst other things, the fact that their club had to fulfil a midweek fixture in far flung Derry. The expense involved in part-timers needing time off work, the total lack of away support were cited as reasons for their grievance.

Ok, in the case of Waterford United the fall off in away support would hardly be noticed in comparison to their usually massive travelling support; but that need not mask the unwieldy nature of such fixtures. The Premier League is not yet a fully professional set-up, and it is foolish to inflict any unnecessary expense on already needy clubs.

The letter was greeted in some quarters with accusations of amateurism; suggesting that if Waterford United had big problems with such a fixture they could sling their hook. But surely a slick professional machine - the kind of machine that the new-look league aspires to being - can easily circumvent these problems.

There is only one series of midweek games fixed in the Premier Division for this season...

Tues. 29 May Bray Wanderers v U.C.D.
Derry City v Waterford United
Longford Town v Galway United
Sligo Rovers v Drogheda United
Shamrock Rovers v Cork City

...and the televised Dublin derby 'twixt Pats and Bohs on Monday 28th May.

Why could it not have read Bray v UCD; Derry v Sligo; Waterford v Cork and Rovers v Drogs? Shorter travelling times for the away teams, along with the possibility of more travelling support. How can that be wrong? If there is a need for a series of midweek games then those fixtures can be cast in stone with the outstanding 32 games fitting around them.

Even if it involved a team travelling from one end of the country to the other on a Friday night, supporters have the comfort of knowing that they have Saturday off work when arriving home in the small wee hours. We do still want to make it easier for them to get to games don't we?

The early stages of the League Cup are played midweek; they are regionalised, so someone in power has given the concept a modicum of thought. At the risk of repeating what has oft been repeated, we need bums on seats. The FAI, CPO's and clubs generally, have worked hard to increase attendances this season; we all agree that this is the way forward. Still, there is nothing 'professional' about dragging Waterford United or any club to the opposite end of the island to fulfil a midweek engagement before a few hundred people.

The WUOSC letter should have the endorsement of all supporters of the league.

LOTS OF TO DO DONE - MORE TO DO

2007-05-23T16:09:00.000+01:00

Those of us in Walkthechalk Mansions recognize an opportunity when it presents itself; the completion of Series 11 in this season's Premier Division provides a convenient marking point at which to evaluate the season thus far. The opening third of the 'eircom League of Ireland', now with added FAI has been an unspectacular success.

We weren't expecting five figure crowds at every game, but we have experienced a welcome growth in attendances. The total of 50 or so live games compares favourably with Setanta's promised offering of 79 Premiership ties for next season. Most of those games will be second-rate contests; generally we get to view the pick of the domestic action live on Irish television. The club promotions officers have been getting stuck into their allotted tasks, the profile of the game has definitely improved as a result of their combined efforts.

And of course, there has been no want of drama on the rock hard playing pitches of the country's elite clubs. That damn greenhouse effect has brought unseasonably warm and dry weather conditions to our little outpost throughout the Spring of 2007. This after all is Ireland; Land of the Emerald Playing Fields, watered incessantly by Mother Nature's own devices. Rutted, grassless and coated in sand has been the order of the matchday up and down the land - this is not usually an aid to exponents of the beautiful game.

Nevertheless, Longford Town still find themselves as the pile on the bottom. Were the strugglers to be returned those 6 priceless points, they would still find themselves propping up the table. As it is they have been cut adrift from the bottom pack, and it seems that they have twelfth spot in the bag.

Just above them are surprise packets Waterford United. Surprise, as in they beat Cork City in their opening engagement. Surprise, as in they weren't anticipating Premier Division football this season; they have worked hard to prove this point, whilst ensuring that they don't pick up too many more. Even Longford have beaten them!

Climbing arthritically upwards we meet Galway United - the club whose motto reads ' Melior Quam Nostrum Positus Innutum'.

With apologies for studying league tables as opposed to verbs during my limited Latin schooling it translates very roughly to 'better than our position suggests.' The Westerners have still not treated their fans to a home win after six attempts. Their lack of firepower undoes some attractive approach play, and this needs to be rectified promptly.

From the west coast to the east -the aptly named Seagulls are fourth from bottom. As difficult to predict as the landing site of seagull shite, they have scored some impressive results, but remain the team most likely to be sucked back into the relegation battle. They are the only side not to take points from Galway United this season, yet they have beaten Bohs and drawn with Cork City at the Carlisle Grounds.

Sligo Rovers bring up the rear of the middle section; the abdication of Rob McDonald cast the seeds of their aspirations to the breeze before the season got going. Leo Tierney kept the ship afloat until Paul Cook's appointment. The new boss was still warming up the seat when his side blew Cork City out of the Showgies in a 4-1 trouncing. The quality of Rovers' goals and play were a joy to behold; they built on this win with an emphatic 2-0 defeat at Bray Wanderers. The jury is still out on the Bit O'Red; but the Judge is impressive.

I must confess to a soft spot for Shamrock Rovers; the injustice of Thomas Davis' despicable (Stuart Byrne, registered trademark) actions in delaying the Hoops move to Tallaght, combined with the work of the 400 Club in salvaging the famous club are difficult to ignore. On the field the attitude that Pat Scully has instilled in his young side speaks volumes for the man's managerial skills. As a part-time set-up they will struggle to break into the top four. But that won't stop them from struggling to achieve it; such is their self-belief. It, along with confidence, is a fragile commodity and may not last the youngsters through the length of a tough season at the top level. A good cup run may help to replenish their levels.

UCD continue to thwart, frustrate and agitate. The club that nobody seems to want in the league have been an asset this season. Nobody will get an easy game from this crowd; they rarely get stuffed by anyone; and have already scored twelve goals this term. Compared to 26 for all of last season, they are well ahead of schedule and may well have to stop scoring and collecting points soon. You have to love them!

Leading the middle four are the fallen, once almost mighty, Derry City. There has been enough written and spoken about Mr. and Mrs. Fenlon's influence on the Candystripes.

Bohs fans rejoice, for the big club have made the top four. Boasting the meanest defence in the league, with only five goals conceded, the only way is up so far as Sean Connor is concerned. The Phibsboro side managed to shut out Drogheda and Pats. They failed to score against Derry City - while not conceding - and will be a little embarrassed at sharing no goals with UCD. Indeed, only Cork City have breached the Bohs backline on more than one occasion; it must have sent a shiver down SC's hard neck to see Roy O'Donovan leave Jason McGuinness looking like a learner driver searching for first gear as he accelerated away to dispatch the second. There have been many changes at Bohemians, and they are optimistically within sighting distance of the title race with the transfer window looming.

Cork City's victory over Bohs gave allowed them to slip into third place. They too are a little further back than they would like to be at this stage. Doubtless, the exclusion of Colin Healy and Gareth Farrelly has hurt them. The absence of Danny Murphy and Alan Bennett has left the seemingly reliable Dan Murray exposed on more occasions than he'd care to remember. John O'Flynn's bullet finish against the Gypsies provided a reminder of his abilities; he has disappointed in fleeting cameos to this point. Perhaps his opening goal of the league season signals a much needed return to form for the striker. Another club talking transfer windows, they have the FIFA 2 to come on stream and will surely become more consistent as the season wears on.

And so to the current title challengers. Drogheda United have successfully defended their Setanta Cup trophy; they have also successfully dismissed their League Cup aspirations. Despite the club's squad depth it has been a continually disrupted campaign for Paul Doolin's men. The side built on the solidity of its defence has seen that same back four change relentlessly. Dan Connor has been absent too. Consequently the Drogs defence have been wildly extravagant; ten goals conceded in ten outings must keep Doolo awake at night. Niall Shelley has done a fine job of filling in at centre half; Damian Lynch equally so at right back; but the steadying influence of Jason Gavin has been missed. Up front Eamon Zayed is slowly growing into his role; the prolonged unavailability of Declan O'Brien is a major blow. Two-touch Fitzpatrick is a different type of player. Every machine has cogs; the triumvirate of Connor, Gavin and Fabio are essential to Drogheda when it comes to the crunch games.

The Super Saints and their sexy 3-5-2 formation! Again the triumvirate applies. Fahey, Kirby, Ndo. Their presence was essential to the success of Johnny Mc's adventurous formation. When Sean Connor decided to man mark Joe Ndo at Richmond Park, Bohs became the first side to take points from the Saints. Ndo's absences, followed by Kirby's, led to a dismal run of results for Pats. The writing was on the ball when Drogheda United arrived in Inchicore; two points behind and a game in hand. They wiped the turf with Pats in the first half. Without Fabio up front they struggled to register this on the scoreboard. Then we saw something new in St. Pats. The steely resolve for which the Drogs are renowned was unveiled before the Richmond Park faithful. A gutsy performance worthy of champions replaced the floaty football of early season victories. Five points to the good, money in the bank, not leaking goals. There is a long way to go, but who wouldn't swap places with Pats right now.

ROB OF THE ROVERS

2007-05-16T17:07:00.000+01:00

Robbie Clarke, Aidan Price and Barry Murphy - each one a near ever present in the Shamrock Rovers First Division title winning side of 2006. Across 36 fixtures the celebrated backline conceded a mere 13 goals. Ger O'Brien was, and remains, another mainstay of that defence. Barry Ferguson was brought in to add some Premier Division guile and experience for this season's campaign.

In their opening ten games of this year's Premier League renewal the Hoops have conceded a miserly seven goals; bettered only by Dublin rivals Bohs and Pats. When one takes into account that Rovers have already engaged all of the so called top sides, this represents a fantastic achievement.

Realistically, the goals against statistic masks the fact that of those, only Cork City - who are not having the most 'top side' of seasons - have dropped points to the newcomers. Pat Scully acknowledged as much himself in his piece to camera following the disappointing reversal at the Brandywell last Monday.

Even the most blinkered eL fan must concede that Scully's Babies deserved a point from that game. At times it seemed as if Rovers would molest football; although they never quite hit those heights. Aside from the early exchanges of the first and second halves the visitors had the soles of their feet comfortably flat on the floor of the swimming pool.

It was during that bedding in period at the onset of the game that Derry were at their most potent. Twice Kevin McHugh received possession - twice he ran directly at the visitor's backline, on each occasion with the effect of a cat scattering feral pigeons. Somehow, the ball was scrambled to safety. While the Rovers defenders were still getting the measure of their immediate opponents Pat McCourt got on the ball. He was given space, and the inevitable happened. There were almost 80 minutes of the game remaining, but they found no way back.

Prior to kick off, eyeing up the respective forward lines, it seemed apparent that neither front pairing would outplay their sentries. And so it was. But as has been said before, the line between failure and success at the top level of any sport is as narrow as an ant's rectum. Roy O'Donovan's introduction and subsequent yellow card in Cork's meaningless Setanta group fixture against Dungannon Swifts may ultimately have cost the Southerners a place in the final of that honeypot.

Royboy was suspended as a result of that booking - he missed the molestation of Linfield - the presence of the side's most lethal frontman would surely have swung the game their way. A similarly big decision was Pat Scully's call prior to Monday night's action.

The aforementioned Robbie Clarke is a fine player, going through a rough patch. He has started all but the last two of his side's games this season. Dropped in favour of Derek Pender for the game with Sligo Rovers, he entered the fray on the hour mark. Dropped in favour of the previously untried Dean Lawrence for the Derry game - the damage had been done by the time he entered the action late in the second half.

No disrespect to Dean Lawrence; a player has to make his debut someplace, and he will be good enough. But face to face with one of the league's most gifted players, at the Brandywell; well the gods are not exactly on your side are they? Lawrence didn't come in at left full - instead regular right back Ger O'Brien was switched to the opposite side in order to accommodate the debutant. This caused a double disruption to the backline. The gifted player?

Paddy McCourt in full flight is a beautiful sight to behold; unless he's coming your way. The most experienced of defenders would feel a quick squirt of sweat; dreading the possibility of being exposed. The simple antidote to this is cover. The right-sided midfielder helps out his full back. But Lawrence's covering player was Jamie Duffy.

Jamie Duffy is a talented ball player; often his contribution to the game is more garnish than substance. A sometimes frustrating player who flits in and out of the game, showing tantalising glimpses of ability. It must be acknowledged that he worked harder than I have ever seen him work before in a Rovers shirt on Monday; but he is no more a defensive midfielder than Sean Connor is a sportswear designer. Thus the Hoops right flank was exposed. As the game progressed the efforts of Ian Ryan helped to nullify McCourt's threat; but the centre half turned central midfielder was having to cover a lot of ground.

Eventually Lawrence succumbed to cramp; Ger O'Brien moved back across to his customary spot, and Robbie Clarke slotted in on the left. The sky did not fall in. What was Pat Scully thinking? Derry don't pose a powerful threat down their right side; even an out of sorts Robbie Clarke could have contended with what was on offer. This would have freed up Ger O'Brien to nullify McCourt's early efforts. On such minutiae are points won and lost.

Ultimately, Rovers didn't have the nous to outwit the Candystripes defence. They certainly caused uncomfortable moments for Kelly and Oman, but the enforced pairing of Purcell and Myler looked too one-paced to worry two solid defenders. It was surprising not to see Ger Rowe used in a more central role when he was introduced.

Without the presence of Danny O'Connor in the middle there was something lacking. Tommy Barrett was injured; yet he doesn't seem to have settled into his rhythm yet. Derek Pender would have provided the sort of cover that Dean Lawrence needed, also injured. Credit must go to Pat Scully; his side are largely inexperienced. He has cultivated an ethos of hard work and self belief within the squad. There is no such word as consolidation in the Rovers dressing room. Of course, it is easier to believe when you are picking up points; there looms ahead twenty three tough games, assuming every club remains in the league until November of course.

Hopefully the Hoops continue to pick up points, and continue to believe for the club very much represents the future of football in Dublin City. With young players such as Purcell, Lawrence Cassidy, Kilduff, the McGills et al on board the future is bright. Bring on Tallaght.

DERRY HEIR

2007-05-08T19:11:00.000+01:00

So Nutsy was crowned King of Derry. It seemed like a natural progression initially. Derry City had the players; league runners-up for the previous two seasons, one of those 'enviable' records in the cup competitions. A football city, like no other on the island, hosting a populace imbued with a yearning to see their team conquer all. Enter the most successful manager of recent times in the eircom league.

A liaison made in whatever your version of heaven is. The wee man was possessed of the pedigree and the nous to take the bridesmaids of the Maiden City to the next level; a Premier Division title. And then this happened!!

The Setanta chalice has eluded Pat Fenlon thus far; his new charges were expected to fight it out with Linfield and Drogheda United for a semi-final spot in a tough group. Derry performed with all the reliability of a drunken suitor. There was a flash of solidity in the home tie versus Linfield but a second half collapse meant that the fans were left with that unpleasant unfulfilled feeling.

Goalkeepers make for easy targets; when the last line of defence errs there is usually only one outcome. But the malaise was affecting more than the begloved. The team seemed strangely lethargic. TEMPO, TEMPO screamed a bewildered Felix Healy. The moustachioed one had a point; City were at their best when playing a high tempo game under Stephen Kenny. But canny King Kenny is no more. You have to let it go Felix!

Whilst there may be a strong resemblance to the squad of 2005 and 2006, things are very different now. Pat Fenlon, the manager, can make Paul Doolin, the manager, look adventurous. At Shekelbourne, with a vast array of attacking talent under his stewardship - and Glen Crowe - they regularly shut up shop early, often dropping vital points as a consequence of their manager's reticence. Rarely were the gifted ones allowed off the leash.

Nutsy was the consummate pro - always treating big games as if they were finely balanced European ties. Always safety first. Who can knock it; the man has the medals to back up his strategy? The squad that he bought dominated the eircom League in his first managerial post.

So to Derry; not Mr. Fenlon's squad, but an inherited one. Therefore not attuned to the style of football preferred by their new boss. More linedancers than lapdancers; the simple high tempo, high work ethos game is second nature to them. But good footballers should be able to adapt?

There have been a couple of significant changes at the Brandywell....

2005: Scored 56 (2nd highest) - Conceded 25 (2nd lowest). Top scorers were Mark Farren with 17 and Ciaran Martyn with 7.

Bottom side that year were Finn Harps, for whom a certain Kevin McHugh netted 13 times. Only Farren and Jason Byrne bettered his league total that season.

2006: Scored 46 (2nd highest) - Conceded 20 (2nd lowest). It was infamously a season which was reduced to 30 games owing to the Dublin City saga. Top scorers were Mark Farren with 8 goals from 17 starts, and Ciaran Martyn with 8 from 23 starts. New man McHugh was slow to get out of the blocks and managed just 4 from 16 starts.

Uncooked statistics relay but some of the story; Gary Beckett is considered a 'forward'. In the last two seasons the 'forward' has amassed a meagre tally of three goals. Ciaran Martyn -'midfielder'- has scored 5 times that meagre amount. This pair constituted the attacking fulcrum of Stephen Kenny's side. Beckett - Master of The Hole; Martyn - Master of the Forward Foray. The pair dovetailed seamlessly. We have seen little of the former and even less of the loaned one this season.

Ruairi Higgins appears to be the new bosses' favoured partner for the usually impeccable Barry Molloy. Higgins is a player of considerable talent, but a different type of player to Martyn. So a significant goal source is no longer.

The goalkeeping situation has been well covered, in a manner of speaking. Whilst I never felt that I could throw a child from a burning house into the waiting arms of David Forde, I would have to think thrice about throwing my mother-in-law out to either of the current contestants. But, without visiting the commentator's kiss of death on either, that ship has been less rocky recently. The early season fiasco was enough to upset the meanest of defences, and since then there has been some tinkering. The most obvious change has been the omission of Dermot Keely's godson, Eddie McCallion.

The diminutive full back had been one of those players who can turn up for the match with his newly washed jersey on. A virtual ever present last season; when he did start for PF he was the one to be sacrificed from the back four, when big changes would be made in order to rescue a game with about five minutes remaining. The popular defender progressed from favourite to be replaced during the game, to total omission. Psychological warfare from the new man, or just an acquired taste?

The new buys.... Karl Bermingham is a promising youngster, but hasn't been able to make an impact thus far owing to injury. Ola Tidman; an unforgettable debut, jury out. Peter Hynes; a surprising choice, but offers something different up front with his physical presence. He needs to prove that he can cut it at the top end of the table, should the Candystripes ever return there. Dave Rogers and Alan Moore; by the time Nutsy got to the Shels car boot sale most of the good stuff was gone. The Scouser is an adequate and wholehearted player, but his acquisition didn't really strengthen the squad. Alan Moore is best in a central role on the treatment table. Gifted but often absent. As for Greg O'Halloran, a fine mimic. But his abilities do extend to providing excellent cover across defence or midfield.

These are seen to be PF's players; but the established ones are not sufficiently talented- or in the case of Moore, available - to bring anything new to the side. Thus, the current crop will have to continue their learning curve until the opportunity offered by the transfer window alleviates the situation somewhat. Hopefully the fantastic following at the Randywell can remain patient.

SETANTA NUISANCE

2007-04-30T19:17:00.000+01:00

Observers of the Irish League are presently enduring a groundhog moment as recrimination is heaped upon accusation, accompanied by allegation, followed by investigation. But I am not going to dip my sensitive bits into that mess.

While Linfield were collecting the Gibson Cup for the 47th time, Ronnie McFall, the wizened Portadown boss was giving the Sunday Life newspaper some filler. The esteemed Mister McFall has been managing at the highest level in Northern Ireland for as many years as aul' Mr. Brennan has been making radio ads, so his insights are not to be dismissed lightly.

He expressed his disappointment at not qualifying for European competition next season; the Ports finished in 4th spot, just one win away from Intertoto Cup action. He also expressed his delight at failing to qualify for the Setanta Cup; "I'm glad we are not in it because it doesn't generally help Irish League clubs with the timing of the competition. There is no doubt in my mind that it contributed to our downfall in the title race and a break from it might prove to be what we need next season."

I had to take the precaution of reading that statement a second time. What is happening in the Irish League? Eddie Patterson seemed determined all season that his side would not win the Gibson Cup, Portadown don't want to qualify for the Setanta Cup and Glentoran's squad just don't seem interested.

Reds fans will be quick to pounce in defence of their Jurassic leader; is there any sense in what he says? If one is taking a blinkered view, yes. Without the distraction of the Setanta Group matches the Ports may well have sustained their league challenge a little longer, but they would still have had to do so without the services of defensive cotter pin John Convery. Although, if we were to follow Ronnie's logic, were they to achieve success it would be tarnished with qualification for the Setanta Cup in 2008. This presents me with an excellent opportunity to use the word dichotomy.

That felt good. In fairness to Mr. McFall he is not the first Irish League supremo to question the timing of the tournament; and there may well be room for compromise on that score. Given the collapse of Portadown's effort this year, the sponsors are sure to review the situation in order to retain the interest in, and vitality of the competition.

Where Europe is concerned, since 1990 they have failed to qualify on only 6 occasions. In 22 games the Reds have managed just 8 goals, conceding 64 in the process. Not a single leg did they win, mustering the unimpressive total of three draws along the way. How is that better than qualifying for the Setanta Cup?

"YOU NEED TO HAVE A LARGE SQUAD TO COPE WITH PLAYING IN IT (Setanta Cup), AND WE DON'T HAVE THAT AT THE MINUTE."

It is widely acknowledged in the game that every manager is striving constantly to improve his playing squad. There are necessary constraints, ask any Leeds United fan. But any IL or eircom League manager who is wooing a player can use Setanta qualification as a carrot. Players want to be involved in big games, receiving television exposure, and on this island any help the domestic game can get is welcome. of course, the bigger clubs will always have greater playing resources; Drogheda United and Linfield are the envy of their respective counterparts. So should we all just give up on trying to compete with them?

Then there's Dungannon Swifts, a 'smaller' club; they coped admirably with the demands placed upon them and their profile has increased greatly as a result. Both Cork City and St. Pats failed to beat them on their own turf; in the meantime they have achieved an Irish Cup Semi- Final appearance for the first time in their history, followed by an appearance in the Final itself. I've no doubt Harry Fay would be happy to expose his players to the highly competitive environment again in order to continue their footballing education.

Ronnie McFall, a man with the public image of Bad Santa, may well be peed off with the Setanta Cup, but I have enjoyed two top class semi-final games and am eagerly anticipating an intriguing final encounter. At least the Ports boss won't need to renew his subscription to the emerging sports channel for next year.

IT'S ALL OVER NOW

2007-04-24T16:56:00.000+01:00

Anyone who is searching for some spare euphoria need look no further than the terraces of Richmond Park, wherein an unexpected sequence of events has combined to cause an abundance of the sensation. I have an antidote within my keyboard.

Firstly, the early season form of the Saints has surprised all, including I believe, John McDonnell. Rarely does a team gel as instantly as his has done. They took to the new season with gusto, playing a swashbuckling brand of football. The 3-5-2 formation is very sexy. The results served only to add to its allure.

There is enough commonsense in the water down by McDowells to realise that nothing is won yet. Progress has been made, nothing more. In 2006 the side began well, looked definite Top 5 material until the World Cup break, then tailed off miserably. Victorious just 9 times from 30 league starts; 32 for and 29 against; a huge 19 points off fourth spot and trailing in behind the superpower that is UCD in seventh place, represents a mediocre season. The drama of the FAI Cup Final glossed over the facts.

Already, the side have amassed 6 wins and a draw from their opening seven games; 14 for and 2 against. Impressive stats indeed. But whom ( I wanted 'who', but WORD says 'whom') have they beaten?

Derry City in the Randy. So have UCD, without the assistance of the Derry netminder. Cork City home and away in the Setanta Cup. Cork were, by Damian Richardson's own admission, ill-prepared entering the new season, and didn't present their optimum threat in Turner's Cross; the win at Richmond Park had merit; although it must be recalled that Pats managed to defeat the Rebels last season.

Bohs came to Inchicore and upset the midfield triumvirate courtesy of a man marking job on Joseph Ndo; a decent Gypsys outfit had the better chances that night in a scoreless draw. Then came the Setanta semi.

Almost by default Drogheda and St. Pats have been cast in the role of table toppers. What of last season's top 4? The reigning champions have self destructed; Derry City are reconstructing; Cork City's two best signings have still to get sand on their boots, and they've lost Alan Bennett and Danny Murphy from their frugal backline. Drogheda United only have to stand still to be the best team in the land.

And for my money they proved with some aplomb in the Setanta Cup semi final that they have not stood still. Consider the players who were unavailable through injury...

Connor - Lynch; Gavin; Gartland - Barrett; Baker; Keddy - O'Brien; O'Keeffe.

Paul Doolin builds his side unashamedly on the foundations of a sound defence; the absence of the Connor-Gavin-Gartland axis could reasonably be expected to throw them seriously out of orbit. Throw in a new 'keeper (one of those butter-fingerd Scandinavian ones, like Derry City have) and there is lots of room for excuses. But the professional mentality of the Drogheda squad has refused to recognise these liabilities as excuses for underperforming.

This was the difference between the league's top two at Inchicore. OK. The home side were without Joseph Ndo, a significant part of their shiny new armoury. Nevertheless, they weren't operating under the constraints of their opposition. There is another level to attain if a side is to manufacture a sustained title challenge. It comes both from the players and the bench.

There is something one-dimensional about the Saints formula at the moment. They don't seem to have the strength in depth to implement significant tactical changes during a game. When your side are second best for about an hour in a game changes need to be made. Drogheda regrouped at half time and thereafter took the game to the league leaders. Save for the standard cavalry charge in the dying embers of extra time, they were fairly comfortable.

Two significant questions must be asked. Why was Anto Murphy still on the pitch when his tired frame collapsed to the ground in a schoolgirl attempt at halting Simon Webb's progress? The midfielder is just back from injury, and played almost 70 minutes of the Sligo game 48 hours earlier. Secondly, Alan Kirby? One of my favourite eircom League players; he was a passenger after a typically industrious first half. Incredibly, he remained on the pitch until the 106th minute. On such decisions are tight games lost drawn and won.

Drogheda's established professionalism was the key here; alongside the fact that Paul Doolin has managed to light a fire up the rear end of the notoriously under-achieving Eamon Zayed. How long it will burn is a moot point. They presented the benefits of a couple of seasons of top class preparation and conditioning; Pats are a little behind in this field, but catching up. The extra 24 hours rest that the Boynesiders enjoyed is a factor; but the Pats' supremo rejected the option of substitutions until the game went into extra time. His choice.

While Johnny Mac was pointing out that the 2/3 games a week were maybe catching up on his players, his opposite number basked in the physical and mental reserves of his.

As things stand, it's all over; the league is Drogheda United's to lose. But I'd love it if Derry City , Cork City, Bohemians and St. Pats can prove me wrong!