May 2009

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A massive night of League of Ireland action in store tonight. Not a bad way to start a long weekend, I reckon. Full house expected for Cork City’s showdown with Bohs on Leeside.

A season high of 4,026 souls funnelled into Turner’s Cross to witness Cork City go top of the League of Ireland Premier Division with another workmanlike 1-0 victory over Derry City.

When Shamrock Rovers dramatically beat rivals Bohs 24 hours later, the Leesiders were confirmed as sole leaders of the league. The title charge is now a reality; as long as the Revenue Commissioner doesn’t jerk the rug from beneath the club’s feet next week because of outstanding tax issues. Again.

The truth is if the club does fizzle out like a giant Berocca in the rain, the city can’t complain. Four thousand is a very healthy turnout for an Irish club – especially at the moment – but it took the threat of extinction and a table-topping clash with old friends to shake the footballing public from their summer slumber.

And this from a city that is scarred by the trauma of seeing several other – successful – clubs like Hibs, Celtic and Alberts fade like a fashion.

Like the rest of the league there is a loyal following for the club. These are the ones who attend games, intimidate goalkeepers and sell fanzines. The name of the fanzine at the Cross? I Was Out There Once.

Let’s hope, for the sake of the game in this country, that some of those 4,000 who left the comfortable lounges and bars in the county on Friday night and with it the razzmatazz of televised and sanitised Premier League product enjoyed the sweat-and-sawdust appeal of the Irish game. And they won’t just go out there once.

First appeared on Irish Examiner sportsdesk blog.

From last night in Hollywood

The GAA summer was still-born last weekend but this Sunday, as Cork meet Tipp in Thurles in the Munster senior hurling championship, the season will be very much alive and kicking.

Last summer as part of the Irish Examiner’s monday championship supplement, as the recesson began to bite I tried to guage how cheap one could get to Croke Park for a big game.

I planned to hitch from Kerry to the capital. Wearing a Cork jersey.

Ask a New York cabbie, “How do I get to Carnegie Hall?” and they’ll invariably tell you “practice, practice, practice”. With my collar pulled above the nape of my neck to shield myself from a sheet of the wettest Kerry rain, as I shuffled along the road between Killarney and Tralee before 8am on Saturday morning, I realised getting to Croke Park was a journey not dissimilar. But it’s more a case of thumb, thumb, thumb.
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Pep Guardiola’s first season in management has seen him lead Barca to the Cop del Rey, La Liga and last night the Champions League.

He could play a bit too of course and becomes the fifth man to win the European Cup as player and manager.

(Name the other four, I reckon I have them).

He taught the master Fergie a lesson, has done it playing some crazily good football AND he’s the best tailored boss since Jose.

Check out Liam Mackey’s take on last night’s action here.

Jose Conseco may be best known on this side of the Atlantic for being the Simpsons character who missed the Power Plant’s big softball game becuase he was distracted by saving a woman and her white goods from a burning house.

In America though he was a superb outfielder with the Oakland A’s and then the Texas Rangers before blowing the lid on the steroids culture in the game with a tell-all book. He made his MMA debut in Japan this week and his Cuban ass kicked. Within 77seconds.

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“A man can’t have no greater love
Than give 90 minutes to his friends”

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Spike Lee, seen here sharing a joke with Larry David at the Western Conference Finals in LA last week, was inspired to make a documentary about Kobe Bryant after seeing Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait. Read the rest of this entry »

Lebron James’ buzzer-beating three-pointer that tied the playoff series 1-1 with the Orlando Magic the other night. Unbelievable stuff.

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‘The end of day,
she is playing like a child,
and penance is the play,
fantastical and wild,
because the end of day,
shows her that some one soon,
will come from the house, and say -
though play is but half done -
‘come in and leave the play.’
Upon A Dying Lady – WB Yeats

An electoral candidate, they say, campaigns in poetry but governs in prose. But here in the unctuous, base and very political world of professional football, was a man who played – and governed for 24 years on the pitch – with all the grace and romance of one of Shakespeare’s most beautiful rhyming couplets.

Paulo Maldini might appreciate Yeats’ sentiment – and all the more maybe on the occasion of his last game of ball on Sunday before he dots a full stop at the end an extraordinary playing career.

A working life sketched in the vivid vernacular of a boy’s own comic book – seven Scudettos and five European Cup wins with his dad’s team; a family man who returned home to the same woman and club every night, though he could have had his pick of either.

The excellent Run of Play (via Sport is a TV Show) sums it up colourfully and brilliantly:

More than any other footballer he seems to have sprung from the serious imagination of a child. The world he belongs to is not the rough, touchy, deceiving world of grown-up risks and chances but a world of lucid justice and simplicity.

And the tragedy of this is that his growing old gives the lie to the vision of the world that his career almost made us believe in. Beauty isn’t goodness and power isn’t wisdom, even if, in the world’s haphazard mergings, they might briefly coexist. Blessings are arbitrary, even if they sometimes fall where they’re deserved. Still, illusory though it may have been, the fullness of the congruence he achieved made him a consolation, and we’ll remember him for that, and it will color what we mean when we say he was better at what he did than anyone who ever played the game. Almost without trying, he made us perceive a world that was better than the world we knew.

Tears on the keyboard. But, as ol’ WB expressed in Sailing to Byzantium, things ‘perne in a gyre’ or to paraphrase wildly and manipulatively, things come in cycles. And though The Senator was probably not thinking about Serie A soccer or Italian football dynasties, well, maybe he was. We’ve had Cesare, then his son Paulo and behold below the next in line to the Maldini mantle. I give you five-year-old Daniel owning Clarence Seedorf.

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“The halls in Syracuse University’s public communications school are a little quieter,” writes the Wall Street Journal “as Shaq leaves the college after two days and 22 hours of broadcasting boot camp.”

The Phoenix Suns centre – taking avantage of some down time without the distraction of the playoffs – finished the school’s Sportscaster U programme, specifically designed for pro ballers hoping to hone their ‘analyst skills’.

He could have attended Mark Lawrenson’s Alma Mater of course – The Garth from Wayne’s World School of Sport Analysis. Most graduates state an unlikely opinion before subsequently shouting ‘NOT!’, like it’s 1993, immediately afterward. Repeat for a decade and a half on Match of the Day.

Full Shaq story at NY Times.

Few phone snaps from yesterday’s spin with the Sean Kelly/An Post team on stage 3 of the Rás. Some men…

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I’ll be riding shotgun in the Sean Kelly/An Post team car today on Stage 3 of the FBD Insurance Rás from Cobh to Cahirciveen. Follow the progress on twitter @adrianrussell.

New blog

The Irish Examiner sportdesk’s new blog has togged out for its debut. Have a look here.

Weird Science

Pádraig Harrington tries the Happy Gilmore swing ie taking a crazy run-up at the tee. Via Matt; action starts at about three minutes in.

Ah, I’ve been expecting you, reader! As part of the Irish Examiner’s GAA championship supplement available in all good newsagent’s today, I attempted to predict what will happen this summer using a few different methods.

Tonight in pubs and homes around the country, slugs of pints or milky tae will be punctuated with wild opinion and heated discussion about the season ahead.

Who will come out on top in September? Who will be player of the year? Will we get a ticket off the club if we get there? In an attempt to answer these evergreen questions this straw poll, forged in laboratory conditions, attempts to go back to the future.

We’ve read the omens, asked an expert bookmaker, quizzed a fortune teller (she knew we were calling) and, acting as a control in the experiment, interrogated a recently-castrated, bemused Yorkshire Terrier called Jasper under a hot lamp deep in the bowels of the Irish Examiner building.

1. Forget the small talk, who’s gonna won the hurling this year?
The omens say – That’s easy; back the Deise this year – again. The last time Ireland won a Grand Slam in 1948, Waterford won Liam.
Michelle the fortune teller, Temple Bar – Kilkenny seems to be coming on my tarot cards with a new player who is fashionable and will be loved by many. And Henry Shefflin will look weak for a while but will do the job.
The bookie, Paddy Power: Kilkenny should be made play left handed at this stage. Galway will add a new dimension to Leinster of course and it’ll suit them to have more games but Kilkenny might have another gear to go up and if they do – everyone else look out.
Jasper the Dog: Given a choice of two tennis balls representing Kilkenny and Galway respectively, a sliothar which is Cork and a soft toy which we’ll call Tipp for no reason, Jasper – with all the contemplation of TV pundit – went for Galway. Eventually. Read the rest of this entry »

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