Well, the English are popular as ever.
Footy.. will it really matter (he says as he sulks and sobs). Not quite a "burn the goal posts and give the NIrish the ashes" but we were cr*p... my technical analysis... we looked like they were playing playground 3-and-in... all playing alone, noone wanting to score incase they have to play in goal.... sack Sven... he may shag about like a real gezza but his footy is dull). We'll still make it through.
Cricket... Aussies.. Gonna love it when we beat ya. Yeah Warne can bowl us out for for 11 runs but if he does... I hope it rains and we still win. What a Test series, best I've seen.
Rugby... Aussies... we got the World Cup. We are crap now, but we got the World Cup and you don't.
To all against the Brits (ok I'm a mixabrit) Be lucky (you'll need it)
Originally posted by Grand Master GavI think you'll find the Aussies are a bit touchy about the rugby too at the moment.
Well, the English are popular as ever.
Footy.. will it really matter (he says as he sulks and sobs). Not quite a "burn the goal posts and give the NIrish the ashes" but we were cr*p... my technical analysis... we looked like they were playing playground 3-and-in... all playing alone, noone wanting to score incase they have to play in goal.... s ...[text shortened]... Cup and you don't.
To all against the Brits (ok I'm a mixabrit) Be lucky (you'll need it)
Originally posted by RagnorakI think you'll find a few of the Nationalists did as well. My girlfriend was in an Irish pub in London, where both matches were being screened. When Healy got his goal, the place exploded into spontaneous celebration. Even when Thierry Henry scored, the English defeat was still celebrated long into the night...
Can anybody tell me if the Unionists celebrated? 🙄
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Being a Lisburn man myself, I stayed in and watched England (no SKY 🙁 ) and was very happy with the outcome of the match.
I remember in '82 when Northern Ireland beat Spain and everyone in Dublin and all over the Republic went mad celebrating too. It was a great side looking back under Billy Bingham with Whiteside (was he really 17 haha?), O' Neill, Armstrong et al. By the way did anyone hear about this comedian in France who rang up the French coach Domenech before the Republic of Ireland v France game posing as President Chirac asking them to place their hands over their hearts a la WC'98 during the singing of La Marseillaise. The team took it well when the joke came out afterwards and it didnt seem to do them any harm either! Its a pity the games between all the teams on these little islands of ours arent played anymore I sometimes think but fixture congestion and no win bonuses and there are bang and olufsens, porsches etc. to be bought too I guess.
Originally posted by WheelyYes Shane gets my vote too ... it must be the magic "weight loss" pills that his mum gave him for the extra wow cricket factor
My thoughts exactly! It has really come to something when the Australian cricket team celebrates a draw.
I never expected the England team to win the ashes this time and maybe they still won't. I hoped that England would at least make a fight of it and that certainly seems to have happened so I'm happy whatever the result of the final game. Gotta say ...[text shortened]... ree with the original poster too, very very very funny result. Serves them right if you ask me.
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Oh lordy aggression on the field of play what madness! Ireland actually head out to Australia to play in the International rules game October which is a compromise between Aussie rules and Irish Gaelic football (please see http://afl.com.au/default.asp?pg=intrules) and is fun to watch and yes very aggessive but left on the pitch which is what men do as you know. I think you will find Freddy Flintoff is quite forceful but respected by all and nothing wrong with it and is actually why we play sport. It is a pity you all dont play hurling by the way. First mentioned in a description of the 13th century Battle of Moytura where the mythical Tuatha Dé Danann defeated the Fir Bolg in a match and, later, in battle. I actually just got my ticket for the All Ireland hurling final this Sunday in Croke park which was difficult to do to say the least. I was in NY working and on the radio one morning an Italian guy had picked the 10 best sporting occassions after extensive travel and actually chose to my amazement the hurling final in Croke park as the no 1. It is the fastest land sport on the planet and is played by amateurs however it is non-payment in the Olympian sense and they are very "professional" in how the game is approached to say the least. You inherit the team you support from the county you are reared and/or bred in. The crowds are mixed all over the ground with a 50/50 roughly of men and women, boys and girls. The first match played is the minor game to show the future then the seniors for the greatest prize the Liam MacCarthy trophy. I cannot see anything better in the world sportwise to be frank and have travelled far and wide and am omnivorous in my sporting tastes. By the way is it not technically England and Wales playing the Aussies or actually Great Britain as Scottish and Welsh players play too. The Welsh player Simon Jones was a major reason you are in such a strong position. Therein lies the problem..
Originally posted by helden"Dark, dark was the day when we looked on Culloden
O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
The Hills are bare now,
And Autumn leaves
lie thick and still,
O'er land that is lost now,
Which those so dearly held,
That stood against him,
Proud ...[text shortened]... d Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
And chill was the mist drop that clung to the tree,
The oats of the harvest hung heavy and sodden,
No light on the land and no wind on the sea.
There was wind, there was rain, there was fire on their faces,
When the clans broke the bayonets and died on the guns,
And 'tis Honour that watches the desolate places
Where they sleep through the change of the snows and the suns.
Unfed and unmarshalled, outworn and outnumbered,
All hopeless and fearless, as fiercely they fought,
As when Falkirk with heaps of the fallen was cumbered,
As when Gledsmuir was red with the havoc they wrought.
Ah, woe worth you, Sleat, and the faith that you vowed,
Ah, woe worth you, Lovat, Traquair, and Mackay;
And woe on the false fairy flag of Macleod,
And the fat squires who drank, but who dared not to die!
Where the graves of Clan Chattan are clustered together,
Where Macgillavray died by the Well of the Dead,
We stooped to the moorland and plucked the pale heather
That blooms where the hope of the Stuart was sped.
And a whisper awoke on the wilderness, sighing,
Like the voice of the heroes who battled in vain,
'Not for Tearlach alone the red claymore was plying,
But to bring back the old life that comes not again.'"