James McClean?
Lad was born in Dublin but raised in London by his Nigerian parents. By Irish football logic that makes him Nigerian, not Irish.
Anyway, the lad has played two (2) senior matches in his entire career, scoring a sum total of zero (0) goals, and fellas want him playing for the international team. Madness.
He sounds like an automatic choice.
Integration mate. Wait till we start cleaning up at the olympics in track and field.
The racist crew donāt think non white people can be Irish
thatāll do.
We will honour Glenn Whelan tonight.
Apart from the obvious, itās not like heās a geezer from Luton with folks from Sligo. This bloke is another jimmy jimmy treating Ireland like a minor club, while angling for a move to a big club, like Carlos Tevez in his day.
I donāt think Ireland would mean much to him. Heād feel more at home in Hackney Iād say.
Itās gone beyond a joke now though. Weāre scraping around looking for folk who might be interested. I know weāre a small country with a small pool to pull from, but we shouldnāt have to constantly go looking for blokes to play for us especially lads who have no more interest than the cat.
This lad has Nigerian parents, so if he wants to play for them, grand job. The garrison soccer lads canāt be pissed off when the likes of Rice and Grealish decide to play for the Kingdom of England.
id say the chap barely knows where Oirland even is.
If he can run 50 yards without falling over he will win 80 caps
Obafemi committing heās future to Ireland. Welcome aboard son.
The racists will be fuming
Welocme aboard OāBafemi
Back him now to smash Robbieās record
Number of clubs?
Hopefully he smashes the brexiteers tonight. Bigger game than England for me.
Mick OāBafemi
The very best of luck to him in the green!
I exist in a haze of depression, I suppose you could say. But sometimes thereās something which will lift me out of the fog.
Limerick winning the All-Ireland, for instance.
And now, one last chance to roar abuse at that absolute piece of shit bad-dream of a midfielder who disgraced the national jersey an obscene amount of times: Glenn fucking Whelan.
Christ.
A fucking āfarewellā game. Pffff.