I've uploaded the song here for those interested:
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I've uploaded the song here for those interested:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Z87PLVW7
Okay hippo might've been strong ...baby pig maybe? It's said Kelly was an excellent talker and very good at marshalling a back four but he never struck me as a remarkable stopper. Maybe he was very happy at Sheffield United or maybe he'd found his level. I suspect the latter based on the lack of any interest I can remember from premiership/equivalent clubs in a regular international keeper for a (then) top 20 FIFA ranked side.
" I wish to God that someone would be able to block out the voices in my head for five minutes, the voices that scream, over and over again: "Why do they come to me to die?"
Kelly made a crucial save at 0-0 at home to Estonia, 30 seconds before Kinsella put us ahead. A great stop in a 1-on-1 situation. It might have been "one of those nights" if he hadn't made it.
Acknowledged and respect due.
I'll stop putting the boot into him now -save for one of the few non-actionable tales of the Ireland squads stay in Limerick in 1995. Deciding to forego the activities pretty much the rest of the squad had signed up for on a particular evening, Packie Bonner and Alan Kelly went to a local pub for a genuinely quiet pint (I've heard a couple of pubs mentioned in connection with this story ...most frequently Matt The Threshers which is actually quite a distance out of Limerick, but also Finnegans on the Dublin road and also The Stables -U.L. student union bar).
Apparently an auld fellah who regularily frequented the establishment was told or noticed that Packie was in the bar and shuffled over to himself and AK to say hello and "shake the hand of the finest goalkeeper this country's ever had..." but not content that he'd heaped enough praise continued, "..and twice the player that gobsh1te they've in instead of you will ever be"
" I wish to God that someone would be able to block out the voices in my head for five minutes, the voices that scream, over and over again: "Why do they come to me to die?"
" I wish to God that someone would be able to block out the voices in my head for five minutes, the voices that scream, over and over again: "Why do they come to me to die?"
I don't know how you survived the last 20 years then.
Anyway, with all those shoulder chips to choose from, since when do you to have to have a reason to be bitter.
The Ealing Green Syndrome strikes another ni fan.
Willing to trawl for hours through threads on another Board to find some release for the wee mind complex.
Nobody gives a fiddler's fárt. Most wish NI well or are neutral.
We only have one eternal rival and an ever extending list of get evens.
Nobody's bitter; nobody cares. Can we get back on topic?
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