Come for the fighting, stay for the football
Glad to see the Eircom League is proving such a hit with our youth. Particularly the hordes of 12-17 year old Shels and Bohs jersey wearing sorts who were throwing plenty of digs at each other after the match tonight.
Nothing quite like sitting on the bus listening to these lads recount their epic tales of heroism again and again and again at the top of their voices to the public transport users of our city, before playing the footage back on their videophones.
Although my personal favourite is when they begin to rally their posse in to one of their favoured chants in a resplendent cockney baritone.
It'll be a dark day when these freshmen graduate from their academy of gougery and seek to out do each other in gorey bravado.
I'll sign off with this representative snippet of conversation:
Boy A: "Are yiz going to the Cork game next week?"
Boy B: "Will there be a fight?"