Hoops Swoop

Hoops swoop for Kavanagh

Monday, 27 July 2009 14:51

Shamrock Rovers today signed Paddy Kavanagh from Bray Wanderers and he is expected to make his debut for the Hoops in tonights Festival of Football game against Scottish spl side Hibernian. The 23-year-old winger (born 29 December 1985 in Dublin) previously played for Wayside Celtic, UCD and Birmingham City before joining Wanderers, where he has established himself as one of the Premier Divisions most exciting prospects. Were delighted to add Paddy to our squad, says Hoops boss, Michael ONeill. Hes got considerable skill and a very positive attitude. Hell fit in well at Rovers.

O stony grey soil of Tallaght
The laugh from my love you thieved
You took the gay child of my passion
And gave me your clod-conceived

You clogged the feet of my boyhood
And I believed that my stumble
Had the poise and stride of Ronaldo
And his voice my thick tongued mumble.

You told me the Hoops were immortal!
O green pond-life conquering Hoops!
The Woodies DIY jersey stained, your Twigg blunted
In the half finished football field on the brow of the hill.

You sang on the steaming dunghills outside the Maldron
A song of cowards’ brood
You perfumed my clothes with weasel itch,
You fed me on swinish food.

You flung a council pitch on my vision
Of beauty, love and truth.
O stony grey soil of Tallaght
You burgled my bank of youth!

[quote=“sid waddell”]O stony grey soil of Tallaght
The laugh from my love you thieved
You took the gay child of my passion
And gave me your clod-conceived

You clogged the feet of my boyhood
And I believed that my stumble
Had the poise and stride of Ronaldo
And his voice my thick tongued mumble.

You told me the Hoops were immortal!
O green pond-life conquering Hoops!
The Woodies DIY jersey stained, your Twigg blunted
In the half finished football field on the brow of the hill.

You sang on the steaming dunghills outside the Maldron
A song of cowards’ brood
You perfumed my clothes with weasel itch,
You fed me on swinish food.

You flung a council pitch on my vision
Of beauty, love and truth.
O stony grey soil of Tallaght
You burgled my bank of youth![/QUOTE]

bravo.

Twigg should have his likeness on a park bench somewhere.

[quote=“sid waddell”]O stony grey soil of Tallaght
The laugh from my love you thieved
You took the gay child of my passion
And gave me your clod-conceived

You clogged the feet of my boyhood
And I believed that my stumble
Had the poise and stride of Ronaldo
And his voice my thick tongued mumble.

You told me the Hoops were immortal!
O green pond-life conquering Hoops!
The Woodies DIY jersey stained, your Twigg blunted
In the half finished football field on the brow of the hill.

You sang on the steaming dunghills outside the Maldron
A song of cowards’ brood
You perfumed my clothes with weasel itch,
You fed me on swinish food.

You flung a council pitch on my vision
Of beauty, love and truth.
O stony grey soil of Tallaght
You burgled my bank of youth![/QUOTE]

:clap::clap::pint: