Go forth and prosper brave young soldiers, for you carry our hopes and dreams with you.
God bless, and come home victorious, where pukey, runty and dunph are arranging will have numerous virgins ready for you
Thanks MBB. Tonight is fooking massive.
Cmon Murexico.
Awesome sentiments MBB. Are you sitting in your usual seat tonight?
Iām a deeply superstitious man rocko, Iāve even had the same jocks on for this awesome run.
Forza TFK.
If you canāt get motivated by tonightās match then you shouldnāt even be allowed kick a football.
I shall be listening to a selection of rebel songs before tonightās match:
āOh had we died by Pearseās side, or faught with Cathal Brughaā
āSing oh Hurrah, let Murexico quake. Weāll watch till death for TFKās sakeā
A live stream will be available on here from 7pm. Extensive pre match coverage.
Three games from glory. Three games from immortality.
Who among you can say theyāve felt this emotional before?
We go out to Booterstown tonight as a team and we run like weāve never run before. We make tackles weāve no right to make, we sprint faster, jump higher, throw longer and shout louder than any game so far. We give every ounce of injury for the Dart Green of TFK and when weāre done we give some more. We match the delirium of the brave with the discipline of the brain. No ball is outside our reach, no journey too far, no pass too short, no shot too high, no tackle too soft.
This is our moment. This is when TFK rises together, seizes six points and takes one further step on the road to greatness. Itās not an easy road but itās a road well worth travelling.
I love you all.
Starting team:
Bandage [vc]
Tinnion
Rocko [c]
Jugs
Stevie G
Cesc 4
It was on a deary July eve,
As the shades of night came down,
A focus load of footballers,
Approached Booterstown
They are playing for THE T.F.K
The title is their own
At the foremost of that gallant band
Was Rocko who canāt use a phone
(I was fair stuck for the last line but it is a play on rockos fear of using the telephone. It will have to do for now).
[quote=āThe Runtā]It was on a deary July eve,
As the shades of night came down,
A focus load of footballers,
Approached Booterstown
They are playing for THE T.F.K
The title is their own
At the foremost of that gallant band
Was Rocko who canāt use a phone
(I was fair stuck for the last line but it is a play on rockos fear of using the telephone. It will have to do for now).[/QUOTE]
[quote=āThe Runtā]It was on a deary July eve,
As the shades of night came down,
A focus load of footballers,
Approached Booterstown
They are playing for THE T.F.K
The title is their own
At the foremost of that gallant band
Was Rocko who canāt use a phone
(I was fair stuck for the last line but it is a play on rockos fear of using the telephone. It will have to do for now).[/QUOTE]
Ah thats just superb there young runty, sooo-perb.
Iāve been listening to this before every match, couldnāt play without it now. Not really a team song but Iām a loner anyway.
Make me an Island - Joe Dolan
Different eyes, different sighs, different girls every day
Different names, different games took my breath clean away
But Iām changed, rearranged, Iām enlightened and how
You have caught me, you have taught me and Iām different now
Take me and break me and close all your windows and doors
Shut me off, cut me off, make me an island, Iām yours
Take me away from the world, take me away from the girls
Take me and break me and make me an island, Iām yours
Running round, shifting ground, thatās the life I have seen
But Iām tired, uninspired and Iāve wiped my slate clean
You are mine, I am yours if the Lord will allow
You have caught me, you have taught me and Iām different now
Take me and break me and close all your windows and doors
Shut me off, cut me off, make me an island, Iām yours
Take me away from the world, take me away from the girls
Take me and break me and make me an island, Iām yours
Take me and break me and close all your windows and doors
Shut me off, cut me off, make me an island, Iām yours
Take me away from the world, take me away from the girls
Take me and break me and make me an island, Iām yours
Take me and break me and make me an island, Iām yours
Take me and break me and make me an island, Iām yours
Another favourite of my own by Joe. Again not a football song but it seems to workā¦
Goodbye Venice Goodbye
Goodbye my lovely friend
Your bridges sigh no more
I hope weāll meet again
Iāve lost you now for sure
Goodbye my lovely friend
I loved you from the start
I knew that it would end
But didnāt have the heart
To see us part
Now I must go
So,
Goodbye Venice goodbye
I must leave you to die
Goodbye Venice goodbye
Goodbye my love
Goodbye Venice goodbye
I must leave you to die
Goodbye Venice goodbye
Goodbye my love
Reflections from the sea
Cast shadows in your hair
You came and sat by me
Beside Saint Marco square
You said you were alone
Love shining in your eyes
But Venice though itās stone
Beneath it all it dies
Oh, yes it dies
Just like our love
So,
Goodbye Venice goodbye
I must leave you to die
Goodbye Venice goodbye
Goodbye my love
Goodbye Venice goodbye
I must leave you to die
Goodbye Venice goodbye
Goodbye my love
At a time like this I like to refer back to our forefathers:
For What Died the Sons of Risn, was it fame?
For What Died the Sons of Risn, was it fame?
For what flowed Irelands blood in rivers,
That began when Brian chased the Dane,
And did not cease nor has not ceased,
With the brave sons of 16,
For what died the sons of Risn, was it fame?
For What Died the Sons of Risn, was it greed?
For What Died the Sons of Risn, was it greed?
Was it greed that drove Wolfe Tone to a paupers death in a cell of cold wet stone?
Will German, French or Dutch inscribe the epitaph of Emmet?
When we have sold enough of Ireland to be but strangers in it.
For What Died the Sons of Risn, was it greed?
To whom do we owe our allegiance today?
To whom do we owe our allegiance today?
To those brave men who fought and died that Risn live again with pride?
Her sons at home to work and sing,
Her youth to dance and make her valleys ring,
Or the faceless men who for Mark and Dollar,
Betray her to the highest bidder,
To whom do we owe our allegiance today?
For what suffer our patriots today?
For what suffer our patriots today?
They have a language problem, so they say,
How to write āNo Trespassā must grieve their heart full sore,
We got rid of one strange language now we are faced with many, many more,
For what suffer our patriots today?
Any reports lads???
3-1 down at half time, i am awaiting a full time scoreā¦
Heard it was 2.1 to the tfk.
flano must be blowing smoke up my ass so
Heard it was 1-0 to the other crowd.
Bandage let a trickler through his legs in the last minute and tore a hole in the arse of his shorts bending to pick the ball out of the net.
Embarrassing for the big man.