Victory for Wayne Bridge at Stamford Bridge

Without dwelling on the unfortunate fact that it helped both Man City and Man Utd in their respective pursuits of 4th and 1st place, it was nice to see Wayne Bridge getting one over on John Terry this afternoon. It was however scant revenge for Terry getting one over (leg that is) on Bridge's wife a few weeks ago.

Terry, albeit a great player, is a prime example of the type of lowly principled, ignorant moron who festoons the English game at present - a man with no moral turpitude who can probably show loyalty to only one thing - money. In a game where team spirit and camaraderie is supposed to count for so much, bonking the wife of a team-mate is hardly the behaviour of a leader and captain.

Tevez has been quick to support Wayne Bridge, wearing the "Team Bridge" t-shirts and then embracing Bridge after the goal today, but then Tevez and Terry have a bit of previous....



Good gob as they say but then you know you're in the ring with knackers when it gets to this.

Paris in the Springtime (2)

Well actually it was in Amsterdam before we made that epic trip to Paris.

Poetry - She Moved Through the Faire by Padraic Colum

My young love said to me: My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind.
She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say:
It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day!

Then she stepped away from me, and she moved thru the Faire,
And so fondly I watched her move here and move there;
At last she turned homeward, with one star awake,
As the Swan in the evening moves over the lake.

Last night she came to me, my dead love came in,
And so soft did she move that her feet made no din;
She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say:
It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day!

Mary Leech and Cork City

n a week that saw the demise of Cork City, appropriate to take a look at one of their great days as they won the play-off for the League of ireland in 1971, beating "the Rov-is" 3-1 at Dalymount Park. This win was one of two which interrupted Waterford's run of LOI victories, when they won the championship in six out of eight seasons. God be with the days.

Hard to believe that the country's second city does not have a team in the Premier Division of the LOI but shit happens eh?

Anyhow look also for Mary Leech, the darling of Glenmalure as he tucks away the Rovers equaliser.

All the practice in the world won't help you, Trinity

Without referring to the internet, name the twenty most frequently occurring words in the English language.

I want you to go back, back in time ........

A million housewives every day pick up a can of beans and say...........

I'm the man who empties the toilet

Romance of the Cup

Ok here we go again, or at least here Gerry and I go again.

Chelsea v Cardiff
Bolton v Spurs

Last 16 and it's our last chance for a bit of glory. Having seen off Leeds, it would be typical yiddish behaviour to go down ignominiously to Bolton, akin to what we did at Wolves during the week. Spurs again remind me of Fine Gael - always around, so often promising so much, but ultimately bottling it when the time is nigh. And continually losing to the evil ones.

Still there's always the County Council elections and a trip to Wembley. Good luck also to Everton and Leeds in their league campaigns this weekend.

Chelsea's disrespect for Cardiff

Wouldn't it be nice if Robin Friday was still around?

If that was the case Terry would be glad he's off tanning his fat (and often offside) arse in sunny Dubai.

Robin Friday is best described as a maverick genius. Plying his trade in the lower leagues his path led eventually to Cardiff City who he joined from Reading in 1976 for the knock-down price of £30,000. The Cardiff City manager commented that he felt he was taking advantage of Reading, but was simply told "you'll see". Robin gave a signal of what was to come by being arrested at Cardiff railway station on the day he arrived, having travelled from Reading with just a platform ticket. His irreverence, and his disdain for the conventions of everyday life, immediately made him a cult hero with the Cardiff fans who voted him their all time Cardiff City cult hero in a poll conducted by BBC Sport.

His playing career with Cardiff started spectacularly, scoring twice against a defence directed by Bobby Moore, but arguably reached its' pinnacle in a game against Luton Town where his after-goal celebration earned him a honorary place in football's list of "idols you wished you had seen play".



The cover of the Super Furry Animals single "The Man Don't Give a Fuck" featured the famous photograph - interestingly the dejected goalkeeper is Milija Alexsic, later to win a cup-winners medal with Spurs. Have a look at the garb of the supporters and think back to the 70's.

Not unexpectedly his career with Cardiff only lasted twenty-five games before he simply left football for good. Whilst playing against Mark Lawrenson for Cardiff against Brighton on the 31 October 1977, Friday became agitated by the future pundit, kicked Lawrenson in the face and received a red card. Having been sent off, he proceeded to defecate in Lawrenson's kit bag in the dressing rooms. Hard to see Dimitar Berbatov up to the last trick.... or maybe not....

Sadly, like many wayward geniuses of this nature, Friday died prematurely - he was found dead in his London flat on 22 December 1990 at the age of 38, having died of a suspected heart attack.

Oh Robin it would be nice to see the likes of you at the Bridge every now and then.

Fat lady singing

Great game at Elland Road last night and genuine kudos to Leeds for such a gutsy performance. Let's hope they can press on from here and win one of the two promotion spots.

As for Spurs the romance of the Cup lives on, even if Chelsea are lurking. Oh Robbie where art thou?

There's was only one Keano

Top - Tim in action against Diomansy Kamara, followed by two photos of goal celebrations. Robbie continues run of poor form with a below par debut.

Meanwhile in London, Eidur Gudjohnson was seen at the Spurs training ground practicing with a bow and arrow.

Inné - La féile Bríde

Anois teacht an earraigh
beidh an lá ag dul chun síneadh,
Is tar éis na féil Bríde
ardóidh mé mo sheol.
Ó chuir mé I mo cheann é
ní stoppaigh me choíche
Go seasfaidh mé síos
i lár Chondae Mhaigh Eo.

I gClár Chlainne Mhuiris
A bheas mé an chéad oíche,
Is I mballa taobh thíos de
A thosóg mé ag ól
Go Coillte Mách rachad
Go ndéanfad cuairt mhíosa ann
I bhfogas dhá mhíle
Do Bhéal an Átha Mhóir.

Fágaim le huacht é
go n-éiríonn mo chroí-se
Mar a éiríonn an ghaoth
nó mar a scaipeann an ceo
Nuair a smaoiním ar Cheara
nó ar Ghaileang taobh thíos de
Ar Sceathach an Mhíle
Nó ar phlánaí Mhaigh Eo.

Cill Aodáin an baile
a bhfásann gach ní ann,
Tá sméara is subh craobh ann
is caor de gach sórt,
Is dá mbéinnse i mo sheasamh
i gceartlár mo dhaoine
D'imeodh an aois díom
is bheinn arís óg.

Bíonn cruithneacht is coirce,
fás eorna is lín ann,
Seagal i gcraobh ann,
arán plúir agus feoil,
Lucht déanta poitín
gan licence á dhíol ann,
Móruaisle na tíre ann
ag imirt is ag ól.

Tá cur agus treabhadh
is leasú gan aoileach
Is iomaí sin ní ann
nár labhair me go fóill,
Áitheanna is muilte
ag obair gan scíth ann,
Deamhan caint ar phingin cíosa
ná dada dá shórt.

The goal that never was