Sitting here on the balcony of my hotel room overlooking the Lindfurmstrasse, munching my cornflakes, I can't help but remember the last time I was here sitting on this same balcony at a world cup.
It was my third world cup, Munich was still divided by a wall in 1976, the cold war was at it's height.
Germany (or East Germany as it was then known) would go on to win the tournament beating Argentina 4-2 in the final, but just like now there were question marks over their side before the tournament began. Who can forget the unmistakeable figure of Der Bomber, Rudi Voeller, leading the tuetonic attack that year? Or the inimitable Kaiser himself, Wilhelm the Second of Prussia, who mastered the role of sweeper in that side.
The Dutch team brought with them from the lowlands, a brand of football that came to be known as complete football. And a young man named Jordi Cruyff who would lead them all the way to the title that year.
Paul McGrath! Aah, Paul McGrath, the black pearl of Inchicore.....what a player.
The Brazilians were there that year of course. They wore yellow shirts blue shorts. Edson Arantes Di Nascimento, or Pele as we knew him, was not among their number however, having retired after the country's third finals success five years before.
Was Pele as good as McGrath, they often ask me? There was only one Pele I answer. Only one McGrath too, though.
Ah but my bran flakes are going soggy. Time to go. Thanks for your call. Where are my slippers?
* As told to Robert O' Shea.
Has to be a wind up, yet they have a picture of Jimmy Magee, and it is presented as if it is by him. Either it was by him, and he is suffering from a severe case of Alzheimers, or else the Echo is leaving itself wide open to be sued.
Surely, that has to be someone taking the piss. Even senility couldn't justify that many mistakes. 'complete football', five years between world cups...
I was thinking of e-mailing it to Jimmy Magee on condition that he splits the libel award with the SFI.
If it was someone taking the piss, which I believe it was, then they should have made it clear that it was "satire," but this article was on page 45 of the Evening Echo, with a colour photograph of Jimmy Magee, and the headline "My World Cup."
I mean, "Munich was still divided by a wall in 1976????"
That makes him out to be a complete moron, and as he plies his trade on the basis of him having a photographic memory of all things sports related, then surely he has grounds for suing the pants off them.
Does anybody know his e-mail address? We could make ourselves a few bob here: we could organise a session in some pub for the start of the EPL where we could spend the money getting ourselves mildly inebriated on fitzy money.