US V. THEM.
- dubhlinn
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US V. THEM.
Nice place, innit?
Tomorrow afternoon Ireland play England at Rugby.
Rumours abound that a hard core mob of morons are ready to go ballistic when the English team sing their National anthem before the game.
Many years ago, the Black and Tans drove into a match here and opened fire on the crowd, the original Bloody Sunday. A tragic chapter, among many, of Irish history.
Two weeks ago the Irish team gave the game away to Italy in a way that was shameful at best, and utterly stupid at worse. Many of my English buddies were watching the game and they all had one thing to say, and that was not about the game but about the size and quality of the stadium. Many of the English boys had been to Dublin for games, which were played in the now redundant home of Irish Rugby.. Landsdown Road.
Landsdown is on the south side and Croke Park is on the Northside so the visitors would have been nowhere near the place to begin with.
One of our best kept secrets - well us Northsiders anyway.
I hope and pray - to a God that I don't believe in anyway - that the singing of Anthems goes off without any hassle.
Then let the battle commence...
and may the best team win.
Slan,
D.
edited to correct a shameful grammatical error - and a typo.
Last edited by dubhlinn on Sat Feb 24, 2007 6:55 am, edited 2 times in total.
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
W.B.Yeats
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
W.B.Yeats
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Slan,Praise for every good they grant;
Let us, with devotion tender,
Minister to grief and want.
Quenched be hate and wrath forever,
Pardoned be our mortal foe—
May our tears upbraid him never,
May our game bring him low!
D.
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
W.B.Yeats
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
W.B.Yeats
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In the quelchy quaggy sogmire,
In the mashy mideous harshland,
At the witchy hour of gloomness,
All the grobes come oozing home.
You can hear them softly slimeing,
Glissing hissing o'er the slubber,
All those oily boily bodies
Oozing onward in the gloam.
So start to run! Oh, skid and daddle
Through the slubber slush and sossel!
Skip jump hop and try to skaddle!
All the grobes are on the roam!
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Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son;
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch;
Beware the Jub-Jub bird, and shun
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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son;
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The frumious Bandersnatch!"
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And eyes as gray as icicle fangs measure stranger
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I heard about this today. I hope it all goes smoothly.
Charlie
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Is it getting stuffy in here or what?Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal,
Daughter of Elysium!
Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing
Goddess, to thy shrine we come.
Thy sweet magic brings together
What stern Custom spreads afar;
All men become brothers
Where thy happy wing-beats are.
And does Schiller look like a Cardassian or what? Gul Dukat to be exact.
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