Good of you to wrap your victims in black plastic. Its the details that matter
There is nowhere better in the world than Ireland on a bright June evening.
You could still play a match out there now.
An excellent renewal of the summer solstice there tonight.
Training on a warm July evening, with Championship starting the weekend, I dunno does anything beat the buzz.
I usually prefer to use my annual leave to go abroad in the darker months. Ireland is a grand place to be during the summer.
Winning the championship possibly!
Yeah I dont get people who go to Spain and these places for two weeks in July and by the time they get back the nights are gone.
To unbearable 40 degrees heat as well. I’ve come around to the idea that Halloween is the time to be going to one of those sun destinations. Club championship usually finished by then too.
Fuckers that haven’t been seen for months rocking up with their boots, the banter, the nerves, the anticipation and the planning, the season pregnant with possibilities.
6 brand new size 5’s appearing out of the secretary’s boot. That first smell of the new leather mixed with black marker.
Beautiful.
The sheer beauty of it all, the 4 or 5 lads who know themselves that their jerseys will be numbered 27-32 but will still put in the effort because a). They’ve been doing it for 15 years and b). They correctly feel they’re making a contribution. The essence of a good club.

