Some absolute fucking gold here lads. Balmpots. Would make some of the lads on here sound like Hugh McIlvanney
In response to Darragh O'Se's article this morning
In response to Darragh O'Se's article this morning
HarveyRabbit said:“It changes you as a person”. What does? Surviving crossing the Mediterranean in an overcrowded inflatable? Shivering on the wrong side of a razor-wire fence along with your young family trying to enter the EU? carrying the headless body of your daughter after a car bomb blast in a market in Iraq?
Nope. Losing a football match changes you as a person.
I’d say it must be great to live in Kerry. Ireland is not bad either. On the very Sunday in September 1943 when the ball was been thrown in for the start of the All-Ireland Hurling Final between Cork and Antrim, 2000Km to the east the ovens had broken down in Treblinka so they decided to shoot the Jews instead. The bodies overflowed onto the railway line blocking the troop trains to the Eastern Front. Cork cantered to victory that day