It's truly a matter of some skill: the implosion of FG the face of the least popular government in the history of the state. Only the blueshirts could, like Ronnie Rosenthal, hoof the ball into the car park when all that's in their way is a lot of net. This is of course not the first time that FG lost its bottle in the face of flatline polls. The problem is, though, not the polls or Enda Kenny per se. It's their judgement to begin with.
Having lost the country's most famous economics commentator, having sidelined the young and restless in the FG family (Please, if anyone finds Lucinda Creighton, then contact the papers before she ends up on the side of a milk carton), after letting Leo Varadkar speak in public ever, it can only be said that they have neither the guts nor the guile to lead anyone, let alone themselves. So it's now a choice between Eamon Gilmore and a Labour front bench as familiar as the Angelus at tea time or Brian Cowen. Will it be whiskey or the gun?
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Go on the real super eagles!!
Okay, so I'm biased. But like it or lump it, I'm rooting for Germany. Australians may find that comment funny, but this is just getting serious.
Germany have the youngest team since 1934, when the coach was a bespectacled Nazi called Otto Nerz. These days it's a dandy called Jogi, and the mentality is more attractive than in those dark days of the 1930's: is it typically German though? They want to win. Check. They have a focussed training program. Check. They wear snazzy white jerseys. Check. After that, it gets more interesting.
Contrary to the lazy assumptions of many people, the Germans aren't gong to win on the back of mythical eficiency. They'll be a glorious, romantic mess, and, yes, they'll get through the group stages demonstrating that they are resilient, resourceful and willing to give it their all. But they're not efficient and haven't been in two decades. It's going to be way more interesting than that.
This is just about as good as it gets for the world Cup, where every macth so far has been as dull as the drone of a Vuvuzela. A Young, hungry and slightly ramshackle German side against an Aussie selection of seasoned pros, who'll bring the game to them with guile and no little style. Thankfully Croatia aren't playing, so they have no obstacles but their own will to win.
In the end, I'll be shouting for the Germans. They need at least a couple of fans from our part of the world, so bring it on.
Germany have the youngest team since 1934, when the coach was a bespectacled Nazi called Otto Nerz. These days it's a dandy called Jogi, and the mentality is more attractive than in those dark days of the 1930's: is it typically German though? They want to win. Check. They have a focussed training program. Check. They wear snazzy white jerseys. Check. After that, it gets more interesting.
Contrary to the lazy assumptions of many people, the Germans aren't gong to win on the back of mythical eficiency. They'll be a glorious, romantic mess, and, yes, they'll get through the group stages demonstrating that they are resilient, resourceful and willing to give it their all. But they're not efficient and haven't been in two decades. It's going to be way more interesting than that.
This is just about as good as it gets for the world Cup, where every macth so far has been as dull as the drone of a Vuvuzela. A Young, hungry and slightly ramshackle German side against an Aussie selection of seasoned pros, who'll bring the game to them with guile and no little style. Thankfully Croatia aren't playing, so they have no obstacles but their own will to win.
In the end, I'll be shouting for the Germans. They need at least a couple of fans from our part of the world, so bring it on.
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