Have any of you got a vision for the League of Ireland?
Well...............
1. My first idea is to stop this 4 match round robbin nonsense. Copy the SPL. Teams play each other too much. I think we should be looking at a League where teams play each other twice.
How can we ensure that in the future when asked kids will say they support Bohemians, Finn Harps, Shamrock Rovers, Pat's rather than Liverpool, Celtic or Manchester United.
National Lampoon's European Dream Part 1
Four score and seven years ago, a great Cork man, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Treaty. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Southern Irish football clubs who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But eighty seven years later, the Southern Irish football club still is not free. Eighty seven years later, the life of the Southern Irish football club is still sadly crippled by the manacles of English football adulation and the chains of Sky Sports. Eighty seven years later, the Southern Irish football club lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. Eighty seven years later, the Southern Irish football club is still languished in the corners of sporting society and finds itself an exile in its own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's media to cash a check. When the architects of the FA and UEFA wrote the magnificent words of the rules of the game of football and the promise of the European Cup, they were signing a promissory note to which every football club was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, Irish men as well as English and Continental types, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of the Champions League group stages." It is obvious today that the FAI and UEFA have defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her clubs of periphary are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, the FAI and UEFA have given the Southern Irish football clubs a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this sport. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind Ireland of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of big money TV football. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of eccentricity to the sunlit path of sporting justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of footballing indolence to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of Platini's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Southern Irish football clubs' legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of progress and group stages. St. Pats 3-3 (agg) Krylia Sovetov: Pats go through on away goals, is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Southern Irish football club needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if Euopean competition returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in Merrion Square until the Southern Irish football club is granted its money earning potential. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our organisation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Southern Irish Footballing community must not lead us to a distrust of all footballingpeople, for many of our footballing brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their success is inextricably bound to our success.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of the League of Ireland, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Southern Irish football club is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of barstoolers. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities, without sneers about "following a real club". We cannot be satisfied as long as the Southern Irish Football club's basic mobility is from the preliminary stages to the first round proper. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "Barclay's Premiership live here." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Southern Irish football club in Waterford cannot get two thousand on the gate and a Southern Irish football club in Dublin believes they have nothing they need to improve upon. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "Classy continental outfits roll over like waters, and the second tier English clubs visiting for friendlies are p!ssed all over like a mighty stream."¹
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from Jackman Park. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for European glory left you battered by the storms of Albanians and staggered by the winds of cheating b@st@rds. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to the Flansiro, go back to Terryland, go back to Lisseywollen, go back to the former O2 Park, go back to Kingspan Century Park, go back to the Brandywell of our northern city, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the European dream.
I have a dream that one day this League will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all fooball clubs are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Cork, the followers of former Cork clubs and the followers of Cork hurling will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the County of Kilkenny, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of football and success.
I have a dream that my own beloved Blues will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by being on Sky Sports but by the content of their trophy cabinet.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Drumcondra, with its vicious English football fans, with its godfather having his lips dripping with the words of "Man U" and "de Dubs" -- one day right there in Drumcondra scangers and Howyas will be able to join hands with trainee teachers and perenniel Fine Gael voters cheering for an Irish club.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the group stages shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
National Lampoons European Dream Part 2
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the First Division with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to the Carlisle together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be watching a team play Milan one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
You're not very good, you're not very good
You're not very, you're not very
You're not very good.
And if the FAI is to be a great improvement, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of Station Road.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of Santry Stadium.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Bowl of Belfield.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Finn Park of Ballybofey.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slappers of Talifornia.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from the Youths of Wexford.
Let freedom ring from Oriel of Dundalk.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Cobh.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every Rovers and every United, from every County and every City, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, FAI and IFA, green and blue, Protestants, Catholics and Dissenter, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old football spiritual:
You don't know what you're doing! You don't know what you're doing!
With only very slight amendation