No time to write poetry

My favourite song this week by Daughter called Home.




Here's another super choon from Pete and the Pirates.
She doesn't belong to me.

This week I've been mostly listening to........

Nice little tune from DJ Shadow with Little Dragon.



and also this little ditty by I Break Horses, called Wired.

You reap what you sow.

You reap what you sow.

We all kind of knew it would come to this day

We went in our thousands for Shelbourne away

A tremendous season, correct curtain call

The buses were filled up in no time at all

A convoy of sorts, support would be vital

We’d have taken promotion but wanted the title

Holy trinity guarded pub door command post

The father, the son and the clubs holy ghost

There redgav and dunnocks and tiktok ran rule

You can make up your own mind as to who was who

Slightly surreal but I just couldn’t tell

Would this be the gates of heaven or hell?

Into the ground, we joined our merry band

As we pretty much filled their Riverside Stand

The rest of the ground looked quite sparse to compare

As two thousand City fans gathered in prayer

Four minutes in and that roof it was lifted

Duffer slammed home, into dreamland we drifted

Then who came along and unloaded his cartridge

But that handsome young lad from the family Partridge

Though Shels were on top, we survived the critique

Chocolate wrists had been kept in the freezer all week

Them winning the league, it would sting like a thistle

We were secretly wishing “Blow the bloody whistle”

Derek ran in the corner, I couldn’t quite see

How would he cross, with his hands on his knees?

He traversed to perfection that spherical threat

 Which Graham directed right into the net

That was the point it all went to slow motion

Trepidation followed by frenzied commotion

Missing person announcement throughout the ground

The run of myself was nowhere to be found

Jumping and screaming we all did embrace

Elation as tears they just flowed down my face

The repetitive stadium announcer ignored

As onto the pitch the City fans poured

Wandering around hugging friends, hugging strangers

Despite my dear mother having warned of the dangers

Last time I hugged Moses twas in May ninety three

This time he ne’er squeezed all the life out of me

To stop off in Durrow, driver we did sweeten

For the nicest bag of chips I ever had eaten

The following morning slightly under the weather

Trying to piece the night before together

All the memories about my head they did roam

No idea of the hour or what time I got home

But I knew this is our club, that bit was vital

This Foras run club had just lifted the title

We did it, we went to Shelbourne and won 2-1 with a goal in the 94th minute.
A complete fairy tale, justification for all the hard work.

I hope this goes a little way to conveying how the evening went.
If not, then watch this.

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.

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



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

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.