- The 1968 FAI Cup Final and the first real disappointment in my footballing life.
- They are Ireland’s most successful club, and this has resulted in a Manchester United like arrogance permeating their being.
- Ingrained in the club is a Millwall-esque aggressive nature, from players to supporters and even down to youth team coaches (where of all places expectations should be higher). The bouncing fan in the crowd at Waterford 1981 (heroic though he may have been) was not an isolated incidence.
- Pierce O'Leary - the only man footballer I've ever seen trap a ball with his head (perfectly).
- They claim to have found their spiritual home in Tallaght - since when did the residents of Milltown ever find karma in West Dublin?
- Their crowd for an away Europa League game at White Hart Lane is a multiple of the average crowd for the Airtricity League - not a fraction.
- Their supporters are only a small step removed from the Republican nutters - scratch beneath the Erin Go Bragh tattoos and you'll find something a lot more sinister.
- Their supporters are incapable of talking at the decibel level as the rest of society. They are either loud, arrogant and imbecilic or else they sit with a vacant look on their face, moronically silent. These traits are particularly noticeable in the presence of air hostesses, or females in general.
- Their supporters are also either grossly overweight or badly in need of nourishment. The normal size ratio between their head and the rest of their body is almost always skewed.
- They destroyed Art McCooey's opportunity to embrace the beautiful game. Everyone gets one opportunity in life to convert and the false promises of Giles, Treacy and Dunphy in the late 70's turned Art away irretrievably. While Tommy Fitzgerald and the FCA boots issue a few years earlier had an impact on Art's sporting future, it was the disillusionment that came in the rain at Dalymont Park in 1978 watching Rovers that did the ultimate damage.
Irrational hatred - don't you fucking start...
