Clare League - Team of the Decade

[out red]

here goes mine
GK J. Casey
RB D. Byrnes
LB P. Fahy
SW S. Lawlor
CB B Rochford
CM G. Deegan
CM B. Kelly
RM M. O Malley
LM J Clohessy
CF B. Casey ( cant believe his not mentoned here already. class act)
CF D. Wall

[the 12 th man]

Separate thread open for Avenue,open a separate thread if you want to talk about any other team than Clare League team.

[Prem Rep!]

Lads please this site was opened for the Clare team of the decade ,how it turned into an Avenue team of the decade il never know . Please open up an Avenue thread if ye want to discuss this before the rest of us get sick from looking at it .

Contribute so instead of whinging about other members views!

[LegendStriker10]

Contribute so instead of whinging about other members views!

I did contribute I told ye to stick to the topic

[Planners]

Lads - the following criteria is required for each position - based on the criteria can you please advise your team of the decade


Goals - Must have 'great goalmouth presence'.....which is secret code for being big enough to have his own gravitational pull. 40-50 age bracket, this is a gent that will almost convince you that he played youths for the county , even though the last time he got his knees dirtydiving was at a ceili in 1965 when his version of the Hucklebuck went out of control, with numerous casualties.
Right back - The quiet man of the line-up he seems to escape the jokes in the dressing-room just because no-one has ever seen him angry and are afraid of hidden depths. Contact with a woman consists of the handshake at mass on a Sunday morning
Centre Back - First started playing soccer some time in the Pleistocene Epoch. Nicknamed Sledge like "yer man outta U2". Will get a nose-bleed if he passes beyond the halfway line. Utterly, utterly useless and yet is a great hit with the fans. Quite likes the smell of blood
Sweeper - Just out of youths, this boyo is sadly not going to get anywhere near the senior team... and yet hasn't missed a training session since early 1989. selection is basically the manager's way of proving that he "doesn't give a damn who you are, if you're not down training we're not going to give you a game".
Left back - Has all the soccer skills of a piece of cheese and yet has been known to disappear up centre-forward's arses for days on end. An absolute cast-iron guarantee to be made mark the other team's young and absurdly fast superstar in the making
Right midfield - Quietly-spoken business-man who hails from the village but is living in Dublin. Drives a flash motor. Lads who live in the pub in the town don't know what to make of him "but he was an awful annoying b0ll0x in national school
Left Midfield - The village thug, who invariably sports an ear-ring and a seriously dodgy haircut. Will be involved with the referee within five minutes of the kick off. . Has had a running battle with the club secretary who secretly fears for the virtue of his youngest daughter
Centre Mid - Hasn't scored since the end of the war but is captain of the team and an all-out nut case. The line commonly quoted to excuse his complete inability to find the target is "he's a good man to bust up the play." Doesn't feel satisfied unless his jersey is stained in blood...not his own. Will no doubt be marked by a similar figure playing for the opposition. Only at junior will his opposite number play the game the exact same way, and could even switch positions with no effect on how the team plays whatsoever.
Centre mid - Third of the set of brothers that includes the left back and right midfielder. Is the target of all the brother's clearances...ALL of them. Probably the local A.I. man or something....by the way that's not A.I. in the Steven Spielberg meaning of the word
Striker 1 - Happily married man who hasn't played since he was 12 but has suddenly decided to take up the game again. Natural talent completely and utterly overshadowed (like his genitalia) by his beer belly. Guaranteed to bag a goal or two and again for himself some ridiculous nickname like "Schillaci" or something.
Striker 2 - Utterly, utterly useless 25 year old who by some fluke of nature happens to be a deadly accurate free-taker. Tries to avoid open play altogether as he is far too important to the team to get injured. Is basically the team's only source of goals.

[Planners]

Sounds like the rovers team :-) with planners up front

we were thinking more like Moher or the Burren - St Pats might get a look in as well - NOF could have a few on this team

[the 12 th man]

Keep it on topic lads,cut out the crap.