A Club Foras

A Club Foras

My annual reminder

Lads playing a blinder

There are lots still to do

With off the field too

Trojan work done already

To keep our ship steady

Some constants as we grow

Players come and they go

If you can volunteer, do

Pay your subs if they’re due

This is our club, for us

Make sure you’re on the bus

Don’t be left on the shelf

Club won’t run itself

Have a vote and your say

Join FORAS today

My annual reminder to all Cork City fans that as a fan run club we have to keep volunteering and keep supporting both vocally and financially.

FORAS is the name of our supporters trust, its an Irish word meaning development or growth and is pronounced "for-us"

This poem will appear in the League Cup Semi Final programme versus Limerick next Monday night.



Shels spells.

Shels spells.

The call it came,

When’s our next game?

 A two week break?

For goodness sake

One defeat gleaned

From our nineteen

Still slightly miffed

Ten points adrift

This is our chance

To take a stance

We’ll cast some spells

On evil Shels

Let’s take no crap

And bridge that gap

The big one this Friday, Shelbourne at home.
It's not even so much about bridging the gap but we have to keep winning.

When I Grow Up...

When I Grow Up

My sons inherent charm

Is a ball under his arm

He strikes it like a jet

Shouting “Back of the Net”

Energy we cannot shackle

He’s not afraid of a tackle

Like his dad it does enthral

Eats, sleeps and drinks football

He came up to me last week

With certainty did speak

“I know what I want to be

When I grow up you see”

I curiously inquired

At what the boy desired

"A football player" he said

Ball bouncing on his head

"Cos I’m very good you see

Although I’m only three"

My little lad bounded in from the back garden the other day and announced that when he grows up he would like to be a "football player" because "I'm very good at football"

My heart swelled with pride.

Desert Island Disciple

Desert Island Disciple

I heard about this chap last week

Got off his desert island

His fire spotted by a plane

He had started on the highland

 Joyous relief he did proclaim

Thankful but not withdrawn

When asked from whence he came

He simply uttered “Gurran”

Is there anyone you want to ring?

Asked those who had chanced upon

He inquired to just one thing

“How are City gettin’ on?”

Fifteen games without defeat

Promotion push on track

The lowly Blaahs came to compete

Took the monkey off our back

He smiled so awkward and clunky

Took a last look up at the dune

If I ever see another monkey

It’ll be a day too soon

All I've been listening to lately is Desert Island Disc podcasts from the BBC website
A fascinating show that gives an amazing insight into peoples lives.
People from every corner of every spectrum. Well worth a perusal.

Cork City had played the first 15 games of this season unbeaten until the visit of Waterford United last week when three defensive errors handed them a 3-2 victory.
To some supporters it's like the end of the world but imagine if you'd been on a desert island since the beginning of March and only just been discovered, things wouldn't look half as bad.

Gurran is short for Gurranabraher (pronounced Grawnabrawher) an area on the Northside of Cork City.

Glastonbury 2011- highlights

This was the song of the Glastonbury weekend for me.
Excellent set from The Horrors, this is the first single from their new album to be called Skying, the choon is Still Life.



The stand out performance has to be Janelle Monae, so much energy, twould give you the heart to go on.



And of course I couldn't let the weekend go by without his masters voice.

Weather Diversity

Cup Diversity

Gorgeous Friday night in June

Balmy evening, most opportune

Knockgriffin Park the scene is set

East Cork pining for Cup upset

Perfect football watching weather

The games fraternity drawn together

Jumper brought still waist entwined

Sixteen degrees at half past nine

Three days later more of the same

Another cup another game

Premier Dubs were coming down

A test to show how much we’d grown

The summer sun a distant friend

Showers, dark clouds, rain descends

Big coats and hats, umbrellas too

Fridays sun all gone, Atchoo!

We played Midleton FC below in Midleton last Friday night in the FAI Cup 3rd Round.
A glorious occassion for our East Cork neighbours and a glorious evening to boot.

We played St Patricks Athletic yesterday at Turners Cross in the League Cup Quarter Final, a mere 3 days later on what was a miserable day. Through the wind and rain.

We won both matches and progressed in both cups

Let there be light

Let there be light

FAI bulb went on

Coffers thin like chiffon

Stadium loan to pay

Tournament we’ll play

A frenzied build up

Carling Nations Cup

Decree from the powers

Back twenty four hours

Gates badly affected

Natives disaffected

MFA bulb went out

Can they make do without?

Floodlight replacement

Old bulb displacement

Long finger it stayed

Til last weeks charade

Gale force winds began

Contingency plan?

Now six thirty start

You’re breaking my heart

So the FAI make us move our home match with Mervue United from our regular Friday night slot back to Thursday because a couple of hundred miles away Northern Ireland are playing Wales.

On top of this the Munster Football Associations floodlight maintenance, the day before our match, hits a wall as gale force winds suspend work on safety grounds, meaning our 7.45pm Thursday evening kick off becomes a 6.30pm start.

Despite all these obstacles put in our way we still manage a crowd of over 1200 people but its still down on our season average of over 2000. Northern Ireland v Wales on the other hand had an attendance of 529.