Fuck the long faced normans
Rahoo! JC and wysey are in the ra
I havenāt time for a row right now but by Jesus the galway lads have really upped the ante here. Planning the home coming celebrations and all !!
But according to the same lads theyāre not at all arrogant or cocky.
See ye later folks. X
x? What the fuck are you at? You sad cunt.
They are not planning them. They are aware they may not happen so are dreaming of them now - that dream for now is reality. Galway people live in that otherworldly place of writers and poets and artists. They walk beside the Atlantic Ocean and are taken by its power, its perpetual motion, its mystery and beauty. Kilkenny men see some water. Galway are wanderers, emigrants, dreamers, ethereal and more often than not will let you down but one day maybe will make you sit up with a big smile on your face. Galway is a shiver down your spine remembering a day in September in 1980 when you saw joy.
Galway doesnāt do real life. It does nonsense. Galway is Ireland.
I am shaking hereā¦ wow, just wow.
Ah christ, im walking to the airport as we speak pal
That nonsense just brought a tearā¦
Kilkenny by 12
This is the same county that contains Gort yeah?
Arrigle blowing about all KKās All Irelands today in the Examiner. He would sicken your shit. (Nearly didnāt buy it. Was going to buy the Indo but they had a big Munster rugby special so I said fuck that).
Exactly. The home of William Butler Yeats and Lady Gregory.
all that most ancient race
i adore those clever eyes
those muscular bodies, but can get
No grip upon their thighs
āLet me anecdoteā. Let me puke.
Guess who wrote an article on dealing with the distractions leading up to the AI Final?
Seriously, he has wrote the same article for 5+ years.
William Butler Yeats wouldnāt hurl spuds to a duck
Here, donāt fucking lump us all in with that townie fucker. I fully respect Kilkenny, but I hope Galway beat the living shit figuratively and literally out of them on Sunday.
What about Sunday week?
I hope they beat the living shit out of them every Sunday pal.
Ireland is a dream that flows through the sub-conscious of those ancient Gaels that live West of the Shannonā¦for thousands of years we understood the world through other realms, through romantic tales of the Sidhe and through the gods and goddess who shaped our mythical land. Through verse and song we built a savage beauty on the western fringes of Europe, we had heroes and warriors, such beautiful women that the gods themselves would kill forā¦and then these Leinster scum invite in these foreigners and like Adam and Eve weāve been expelled from Eden ever sinceā¦ But some of us still dream those ancient dreams, like a voice in our head in a foreign language, it calls to us from somewhere on the horizon that we can never seeā¦becuase we are surrounded by the filth brought here by these Leinster pigs.
Ireland will send 15 of her best forward next Sunday and she will have victory.
Over the hill-tops the gay lights are peeping;
Down in the vale where the dim fleeces stray
Ceases the smoke from the hamlet upcreeping:
Come, thou, my shepherd, and lead me away.
Lord of the Wand, draw forth from the darkness,
Warp of the silver, and woof of the gold:
Leave the poor shade there bereft in its starkness:
Wrapped in the fleece we will enter the Fold.
There from the many-orbed heart where the Mother
Breathes forth the love on her darlings who roam,
We will send dreams to their land of another
Land of the Shining, their birthplace and home.
Gaillimh Ć”bĆŗ