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Garner 17. Greenwood 17. Gomes 18. Dalot 19. Chong 19. Rashford 21. You win nothing with kids though as Mr Hansen reminded everyone once. Lesson perhaps for our own club. If they're good enough they're old enough

I never made any assumptions and if you talk about my kids ever again you'll be picking up your teeth with broken fingers. And that my friend is a fucking promise.

I never suggested he was. Excuse yourself.

Not sure who he belongs to, but it would appear someone has raised an intolerant drink and drug abuser. They must be proud today ......

Not at all. I always think of the line from Farewell To The Working Class. There is a thing that lacks a spine, in every factory, mill and mine.

According to his blog he is going to the game today. Kinda makes sense if he lives over that way now. I trust that himself and his friend enjoy it.

Which is exactly what I didn't do - I merely posed the question based on the results - and the answer I'm hearing is no, the standard is about the same as it's always been.

Genuine question - years ago, we argued on here about the relative merits of the standard of football in Ireland (North and South), and I think the general conclusion was that it was piss poor. Given the weekend results, what do you think has changed - I don't see that the football in Ireland has got any better - has the standard in Scotland dropped that much ? I was at two games this season, not a lot I know, and it was Dumbarton away and Falkirk at home - and in both matches the football on display was dire. Have I just been unlucky or has there been a serious decline in the last 3-4 years ?

Rosemary, Lily and the Jack Of Hearts. Idiot Wind. Buckets Of Rain. Only A Pawn In Their Game All by Dylan of course, one of those nights.

Cork City can either be fantastic or meh, depending on what you choose to do. For decent boozers avoid the tourist traps along Oliver Plunkett St - although The Old Oak is good for live bands at night. MacCurtain St is a ten minute walk over the River Lee and the boozers ooze character. If you have time to kill and not just on a session go down to Kinsale - spectacular seafood in a restaurant called, I shit you knot, Fishy Fishy. Nice spot as well.

Have you been before Paul ?

It's mad, the first place I ever stayed in Ireland was on MacCurtain St. I prefer the bars up there to the ones along Oliver Plunkett St. The Cork Arms used to be one of the maddest (in a good way) places to drink in the City. Was down a few weeks ago for a stag, and spent a bit of time in Larry Tompkins, just right over the bridge from MacCurtain St - another very good boozer.

It depends which pub David.

searching for the young soul rebels - dexys midnight runners. Love is a wonderful colour - the icicle works Homosapien - Pete shelley Tiny children - the teardrop explodes

Bigdoc in not having a fucking clue what he's talking about shocker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9X2fdGEWOhA

I loved Picasso's quote when reviewing some childrens artwork "when I was their age I could paint like Raphael, but it's taken me a lifetime to paint like them"

One of my go to songs. Giving it loads again today.

Stewart Greacen scored his side's first goal yesterday as Derry City came from behind to beat St Pats 3-2 after extra time to clinch the Irish FAI Cup.

How good are The Knife live .... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrjwqXwyzNU...feature=related

Mr Brightside - feck knows why ..... http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=BnwLf88t_Wc

Noah himself couldn't have written these lyrics ... a wonderfully simplistic look at how the Red Indian way of life was bought or destroyed despite it's obvious correctness - what was it that the Cree Red Indians said - "Only when the last tree has died, only when the last river has been poisoned, only when the last fish has been caught, will the white man realize that he can't eat money" ..... amen compadres, amen .... back to Jackson though .... Before The Deluge Some of them were dreamers And some of them were fools Who were making plans and thinking of the future With the energy of the innocent They were gathering the tools They would need to make their journey back to nature While the sand slipped through the opening And their hands reached for the golden ring With their hearts they turned to each others heart for refuge In the troubled years that came before the deluge Some of them new pleasure And some of them knew pain And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered And on the brave and crazy wings of youth They went flying around in the rain And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered And in the end they traded their tired wings For the resignation that living brings And exchanged loves bright and fragile glow For the glitter and the rouge And in the moment they were swept before the deluge Now let the music keep our spirits high And let the buildings keep our children dry Let creation reveal its secrets by and by By and by-- When the light thats lost within us reaches the sky Some of them were angry At the way the earth was abused By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power And they struggled to protect her from them Only to be confused By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour And when the sand was gone and the time arrived In the naked dawn only a few survived And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge Now let the music keep our spirits high And let the buildings keep our children dry Let creation reveal its secrets by and by By and by-- When the light thats lost within us reaches the sky

These guys should have been around on the terraces in the 80's when we needed them .... VTSbcdhBHuA TonInDublin

Now on to Jackson Browne - Before The Deluge - what a prophetic song about man's destruction of earth and pursuit of material wealth

Christy Moore - Natives