It is odd how much passion there was around here for the Ireland team a week ago.
In fact for both Irish teams, from some people.
Now they do not rate a mention,yet we have two pieces on the England defeat.
I suppose it is always easier and more comforting to ridicule the enemy than to examine our own shortcomings.
Reluctant as one is, Esteemed Blogmeister, to poke one’s proboscis into the internal affairs of a foreign country, nonetheless one feels obliged to make a few observations on the NI team which has made its next to catastrophic Nexit from Euros 2016.
All done in a spirit of neighbourly good will, be it noted, with a view to being of assistance in the future, going forward. If, of course, if there is a future for the NIFA. Things, alas, at the moment look on a (gulp) NIFA edge.
Basically, at the end of the day, one’s observation has to do with the geographical spread of the squaddies sent to the green fields of France. While it was most encouraging to see a Dallas and a Washington included in the squad nonetheless one felt the net was not quite spread wide enough.
Contrary to the general consensus that the Dallas-Washington axis would ensure a sharp-shooting element in Team NI a doubt lingered in this dispassionate observer’s mind, south of the Black Sow’s Dyke. One felt that another surname beginning with D would not have gone amiss, indeed, might well have been essential.
D, in other words, for Detroit.
Now, one appreciates (fully) that Norneverland is No Town for a Mo Town (as the Delorean Debacle reminds one all too painfully)and that, as a result, the Detroit surname might well be next door to non existence in the 6 C. Nonetheless this is precisely the class of crisis situation for which the concept of Deed Poll was first, erm, conceived.
So, for Euros 2020 in damn, onion-domed Moscow the way one is looking at the situation going forward, there is maybe some rising young star in the 6 C at this moment in time who is even considering himself as the, erm, Next Best Thing.
And is already so delighted with himself that he is even now, this very minute, in the process of buying himself a diamond ring as big as a cough drop for his nose, in the manner of modern footie stars. Not least those who are not in the least way of being fit to lace the drinks of G. Best, going backwards.
And after that necessary trip to Tiffany’s one is seeing the star of the future with the diamond ring as big as a c.d. in his nose next going to the solicitor’s and looking to see that his name is deed polled to:
-Detroit.
And then he is liking this moniker so much he is deciding to add a name which has the same first initial as Norneverland to complete the make over.
-Nathan.
And on leaving the solicitor’s (which he is paying on the old IOU which is equal to the promise of moola to come) he is dreaming of standing up for the Ulstermen, going backwards, in the game against the Welsh Dragoons, and doing what ND’s do (as distinct from Enda’s) :
-He is standing up and rocking the boat.
Indeed, he is rocking the whole stadium full of green and blue guys and dolls which is already beginning in his mind (tiny, well formed)to commence mouthing with the chant of his new moniker after his gull-winged goal is finding the back of the Welsh net aka onion sack:
It is odd how much passion there was around here for the Ireland team a week ago.
In fact for both Irish teams, from some people.
Now they do not rate a mention,yet we have two pieces on the England defeat.
I suppose it is always easier and more comforting to ridicule the enemy than to examine our own shortcomings.
I agree with your last sentence, gio – but then they don’t send TV cameras out to JFK to watch planes land safely…
Reluctant as one is, Esteemed Blogmeister, to poke one’s proboscis into the internal affairs of a foreign country, nonetheless one feels obliged to make a few observations on the NI team which has made its next to catastrophic Nexit from Euros 2016.
All done in a spirit of neighbourly good will, be it noted, with a view to being of assistance in the future, going forward. If, of course, if there is a future for the NIFA. Things, alas, at the moment look on a (gulp) NIFA edge.
Basically, at the end of the day, one’s observation has to do with the geographical spread of the squaddies sent to the green fields of France. While it was most encouraging to see a Dallas and a Washington included in the squad nonetheless one felt the net was not quite spread wide enough.
Contrary to the general consensus that the Dallas-Washington axis would ensure a sharp-shooting element in Team NI a doubt lingered in this dispassionate observer’s mind, south of the Black Sow’s Dyke. One felt that another surname beginning with D would not have gone amiss, indeed, might well have been essential.
D, in other words, for Detroit.
Now, one appreciates (fully) that Norneverland is No Town for a Mo Town (as the Delorean Debacle reminds one all too painfully)and that, as a result, the Detroit surname might well be next door to non existence in the 6 C. Nonetheless this is precisely the class of crisis situation for which the concept of Deed Poll was first, erm, conceived.
So, for Euros 2020 in damn, onion-domed Moscow the way one is looking at the situation going forward, there is maybe some rising young star in the 6 C at this moment in time who is even considering himself as the, erm, Next Best Thing.
And is already so delighted with himself that he is even now, this very minute, in the process of buying himself a diamond ring as big as a cough drop for his nose, in the manner of modern footie stars. Not least those who are not in the least way of being fit to lace the drinks of G. Best, going backwards.
And after that necessary trip to Tiffany’s one is seeing the star of the future with the diamond ring as big as a c.d. in his nose next going to the solicitor’s and looking to see that his name is deed polled to:
-Detroit.
And then he is liking this moniker so much he is deciding to add a name which has the same first initial as Norneverland to complete the make over.
-Nathan.
And on leaving the solicitor’s (which he is paying on the old IOU which is equal to the promise of moola to come) he is dreaming of standing up for the Ulstermen, going backwards, in the game against the Welsh Dragoons, and doing what ND’s do (as distinct from Enda’s) :
-He is standing up and rocking the boat.
Indeed, he is rocking the whole stadium full of green and blue guys and dolls which is already beginning in his mind (tiny, well formed)to commence mouthing with the chant of his new moniker after his gull-winged goal is finding the back of the Welsh net aka onion sack:
-All hail, the Great Equaliser !