Friday, 28 October 2011

Out of the Blue

This song came into my head this morning from absolutely nowhere.
A blast from the past and what a beautiful song.

and for my beloved Cork City as we bid to win the First Division title in Dublin tomorrow night.

Thursday, 20 October 2011

The Final Push

The Final Push

What a season this has been
Defeats for us were seldom seen
And while our sheets weren’t always clean
Victories numbering eighteen

What can I do? You might say
To help our club along the way
Buy the gear, watch City play
And join our Foras trust today

Sincerest thanks go to our BOM
Who keep things running with aplomb
To each and every volunteer
Who give each week and persevere

Such positivity we transmit
Premier door, us please admit
Promotion within our remit
We’ve got a job, now go do it

If we don’t quite lift that cup
And even if we don’t go up
Some the club will bid goodbye
We’ll see whose City till they die.

Two games left of our second season as a fan run club.
A win at home to Longford tomorrow night guarantees us at least a play off and means we'll be going into our last game away to Shels needing a win for automatic promotion.
Who knows , if results go our way a final day win might even take the title.

In other news this week, a Supporters Direct project (including FORAS, our supporters trust) has been chosen to receive funding by the European Commission.
The title of the project is Improving Football Governance through Supporter Involvement and Community Ownership, more details can be found here

Friday, 7 October 2011

This weekend we'll be mostly eating Custard Creams and listening to....

Lovely mellow tune from Metronomy
It's called Everything goes my way

Another mellow one from Lanterns on the Lake called "Keep On Trying"

and in case ye thought i was going soft in my old age

Monday, 3 October 2011

Stony Grey Rod

Stony Grey Rod

O stony grey Rod of Monaghan
Don’t make us hurt and aggrieved
Or take my childs football passion
And give us your Rod deceived.

You clogged the feet of my boyhood
With Dundalk in ninety one
Had the poise and stride of Apollo
And ended our unbeaten run

Don’t fling a ditch on my vision
My Premier dream don’t pollute
O stony grey Rod of Monaghan
With your Louis Copeland tin of fruit.

Lost the long hours of pleasure
Cork City, us women and men
O can I still bear First Division
Or write with unpoisoned pen

Brandywell, Dalymount, The Showgrounds
Wherever I turn I see
Not the stony grey Rod from Monaghan
But places we’re meant to be.

With thanks to Patrick Kavanagh.