Mar 22 2007

TT the ninth (yeah, it said 8th, I was wrong)

Published by Fence under Sport, Weekly memes

So it turns out that today is Thursday. Who’d have guessed that shocker following yesterday being Wednesday? Course yesterday was the start of my working week so part of me is busy thinking today is Tuesday. Gonna get a pleasant surprise when I wake up thinking “thursday, nother two days of work” only for it to turn out to be Sat. Course, this may then get extra confuddling when I arise feeling like a Sat[1] and then remember, that no, today is Monday. You should be at work.

The perils of taking days off work.

Right, back to the blunt end of this post[2] today is Thursday, which means Thursday Thirteens.:

Thirteen Sports related memories

  1. One of my earliest sporting memories, you know, apart from playing three and in in the park, or kerbs by the kerb, is radio related. Who’d have guessed in this modern age of televisual delights, HD-mebobs, youTube footage, bittorrented goodness and all the rest of the technological greatness that is modern sports-watching. But then again, I am almost ancient now, approaching my third decade. Mein gott! the wrinkles…[3] So back in the day, they had this device known as a radio. Whereby you could listen to people describing things that happened in front of them.

    I’m guessing I was quite young, because I know we were on holiday in Enniscrone, camping and that was why I wasn’t watching on the telly[4] I’m thinking 8. But that may be a purely random number pulled from the ether[5] Right, eight years old, in the car, listening avidly to… showjumping. Yes, the Dublin Horse Show’s Nations Cup competition. I don’t remember who won, but I think we may have[6] Whatever. Winners or losers, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I remember it, and lo, it was good.

  2. Another barely recalled sporting moment, which isn’t really a moment at all, more like a collection of memories, is of All-Ireland final day. Now back in the dim mists of time when I hadn’t the vaguest of interests in sport these two days[7] meant only one thing. No telly to watch. Because in those days there was no such thing a families having two tellies. Not a chance boys, nor did children enter into the equation when the parents wanted to watch something. So All-Ireland Sundays involved waiting for the sport to end. If it was a wet summer[8] then that would involve sitting around, popping heads in doors, and gradually watching bits of the game. Or if it was good weather, then that meant you could play outside til the game was over, and you could always tell, because sunny days meant glare on the screen, and All-Ireland days were the only ones important enough to allow the curtains to be pulled during the day to facilitate telly watching. So roller-skating[9] around the house, or whatever else, you could tell the moment the game was over by spotting that the curtains to the sitting room were now open.
  3. And now a real actual sporting memory: Watching Simon Geoghegan play rugby. I can’t give you a specific match or year, but sometime between 1991 and 1996 would be my best guess. This was when I started to get into rugby. As I’ve mentioned before, de mudder was always a rugby supporter, but I could never see the point of a game where you had to through the ball backwards[10] and one of the main ways of advancing was to kick the ball into touch. Seemed boring and pointless to me. But what with there only being one telly in the house you sorta had to watch those Five Nations matches, and Geoghegan always stood out. And of course once you start watching and understanding the game then it is fairly easy to appreciate the sport.
  4. The Dublin-Meath GAA encounters of the early 90’s. They seem to have spent the entire summer playing each other[11]
  5. Donegal winning the All-Ireland in 1992, beating Dublin. I’m not really sure why this sticks in the mind. I know I was supporting Dublin at the time, but it was still nice to see Donegal win. Living in Sligo you don’t really get too many sporting greats around, so seeing a neighbouring county do well is always nice.
  6. Euro ‘88, I was in 4th class. I think. And such was the soccer-mania that qualifying for the European championships brought about, we had more than a few art classes where we did nothing but colour in flags or draw the footballers. Course, there was one fella who was so enthusiastic that when Euro ‘88 was over he promptly set about preparing for Euro ‘89 before being laughed out of the classroom as everyone explained about there being four years in between championships.
  7. And I couldn’t mention the Euros without mentioning the World Championship, and Italia ‘90. The glory days of Irish football. I was on my yearly holiday in Tip when we played Italy. Fully confident that we would lose against Italy, but that didn’t dampen the excitement. And of course then I was proved correct when Scilacci[12] scored that goal. But we didn’t really care. The team had gone there and done us proud. Okay, so they didn’t technically win a single match, but that didn’t bother us.
  8. Watching Barry McGuigan, I have no idea who he was boxing, or when this was, but I do remember staying up late watching on the Granny’s small telly. I can’t even remember if this was a fight he won. Not much of a memory, but I was maybe 6 or 7, so you’ll have to make do with hazy memory.
  9. Michelle Smith winning in the Olympics. Great while it lasted, but now totally, and deservedly overshadowed by the sample-tampering/whiskey in urine incident.
  10. Cian O’Connor winning the gold medal in showjumping. Okay, another drug incident. But until the drug story came to light it was a great achievement.
  11. Michael Carruth and Wayne McCullough in the 1992 Olympics. I’m not even a boxing fan, but look, three boxers have already been mentioned here.
  12. Brian O’Driscoll scoring three tries against France. In Paris.
    Asked for a comment on the field after the final whistle, Keith Wood, the Irish captain, was too happy for words. “Woooooooooo,” he screamed into an interviewer’s microphone.

    Look at him, all young and unfamous, awww.

  13. Ireland V England in the Six Nations 2007. Croke Park, historical day and all that. The emotion of the anthems. The final score. Best rugby memory[13] in a long while.
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Linknotes:
  1. not that I will feel that I am a Sat., more that there will be a Sat feeling in the air
  2. there being very little by way of a point
  3. in case you haven’t guessed by now, I appear to be rambling quite a bit today
  4. yes, we had them back then
  5. which is like memory, only slightly more reliable
  6. this memory may be from the ether, or possibly from nostalgia which says that everything in the past was good and smiley
  7. or more if there were replays
  8. rare, I know in Ireland
  9. ah, roller skates, more memories
  10. backwards!
  11. I have mentioned exaggeration for effect before, haven’t I
  12. that spelling is probably wrong
  13. I should have mentioned that match, against France I think, where Paul O Connell took off his shirt in order to receive some treatment, because that is a memory that can do with some repeating, only I amnt sure if it qualifies as a sporting memory
Tags: 1992sfc, 6nations2007, All-Ireland final, Barry McGuigan, Brian O'Driscoll, Cian O'Connor, Croke Park, Donegal, Dublin V Meath, Euro88, football, GAA, Ireland V England, Italia90, memory, Michelle Smith, Paul O'Connell, rugby, showjumping, Simon Geoghegan, Six Nations, soccer-mania, T13

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Mar 06 2007

Hey peoples

Published by Fence under Webby stuff

Anyone know how I download Google Videos? I want to save the Ireland England match, which you can see on house of Harry, but none of the online guides are working.

Tags: Google, Ireland V England, rugby, vidjo

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Feb 27 2007

The power to stop a nation

Published by Fence under Irishify, Sport, TV

Today’s Irish Times has some interesting facts on the rugby match[1]

An average of over one million viewers tuned into RTÉ on Saturday to witness Ireland beat England 43-13 at Croke Park.
These average numbers (1.052 million) are remarkable: they trump the peak figures for the Ireland v France game on February 4th, the soccer World Cup final in July and the All-Ireland hurling final in September, which were all just shy of the seven-digit figures.

Seventy per cent of those watching television on Saturday tuned into the coverage, anchored by Tom McGurk, from 5.40pm to the final whistle at 7.27pm. An average audience of 535,000 watched the entire coverage from 2.30pm to 10pm.

he independent electricity system operator Eirgrid noted a decrease in demand similar to that experienced during the Ireland v Romania game at the soccer World Cup in 1990.
Because people were watching the match together in sitting rooms or public houses all over Ireland, lights or appliances in other rooms were not switched on and this meant the demand for electricity during the match was 100 megawatts less than on a normal Saturday at this time of the year.

the effect was also demonstrated by a temporary rise in demand at half-time as kettles all over the country were switched on

Linknotes:
  1. i’ll copy and paste on account of subs being req’d
Tags: 6nations2007, Croke Park, England, Gavin Cummiskey, Ireland, Ireland V England, rugby, Six Nations, stats, The Irish Times

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Feb 24 2007

You are my sunshine - Redux

Published by Fence under Shiny, Sport

My only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey!

What a match. What a result. Role on Scotland and Italy.

Super Saturday or what? The fun started before I went to bed on Friday[1] when B#5 texted me to say he’d gotten his hands on a ticket for the big match. Bad news was that he couldn’t get me one, his was a schoolboy one that some fella didn’t want. Don’t know why, he asked no question just grabbed it. His train got into Dublin around 3 on Sat., so I was busy texting him the insane opening scores from the Italy Scotland match. 21-0 after 7 minutes, and Scotland’s nightmare start was all down to their own sloppiness. Part of me really wanted Scotland to make a come back, I was giving out to Mr. Paterson for not taking any of the points on offer. Constantly kicking for touch and never getting near scoring a try! But a little part of me wanted Italy to win[2] Historic, seeing as they’d never won a Six Nations away match before. And if they’d lost after those early tries it would have been heartbreaking. It’ll be really interesting to see them face Wales, I’m thinking that the Wooden Spoon might be headed Wales, despite the fact that they finally managed to score some tries in this year’s competition. But I’m getting ahead of myself. After the Scotland match came the Ireland match.

And the tension was such that I had to put away the beer, couldn’t be drinking as I had to concentrate on the match. But before that came the appearances by the teams, and the crowd gave the English team a great reception. Nothing compared to the reception they gave Ireland, but still nice to see. And after all that had been written and talked about regarding GSTQ, there wasn’t even the slightest hint of trouble[3] Instead it was sung and listened to with respect, before Amhrán na bhFiann and Ireland’s Call were belted out, with so much emotion[4] that tears were shed. And then, the match itself.

The opening was a bit dodgy. England took the lead, 3-0 and a slow start from Ireland looked likely. But not this time. Not a bit of it. O’Gara evened the score up with a penalty of his own, and from there on it was all Ireland. England were totally outplayed in one of the most intense first halfs I have ever seen. O’Driscoll was back and although quiet by his usual standards was still hugely influential. Stringer was back and as game as ever. Paulie too was back, I know he hadn’t missed a game, but he hasn’t been playing as well as he can recently. But in this match he was fantastic, back to his best, and Man of the Match, although maybe O’Gara could have claimed the award as he totally dominated the match. But then again, so too could Wallace, he was immense. And with Horgan back to his preferred position, and displaying some GAA high-fielding talents to score that try.

What a day, and what a result, 43-13! Forty-three points we scored. Gwan Ireland!

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Then I had to leave the on-screen celebrations and head out and find de brudder in the seething mass of happy fans coming down Parnell St. And headed home to hope Wales would finish off a perfect day by beating France.

It was not to be however, Wales may have gotten off to a good start, but in the end France’s class showed out and they won, playing well-within themselves. Bloody French spoiling our party ;)

Linknotes:
  1. after midnight so it was Sat, but still
  2. Sorry Alan
  3. I did see footage of the so-called protest before the match. Two fellas carrying around 5 or 6 signs each
  4. We love Jerry Flannery
Tags: 6nations2007, Amhrán na bhFiann, anthem, B#5, Brian O'Driscoll, Chris Paterson, Croke Park, England, France, GSTQ fuss, Ireland, Ireland V England, Ireland's Call, Italy, Jerry Flannery, Paul O'Connell, Peter Stringer, Ronan O'Gara, rugby, Scotland, Shane Horgan, Six Nations, w00t!, Wales, Wooden Spoon

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Feb 24 2007

The tension is building

Published by Fence under Irishify, Ramblings

And hopefully once half five rolls around there’ll be no thought of politics or history, just rugby, and a win for us. B#5 seems to have found himself a ticket, he is still at school so he gets to go for a tenner! A tenner, when some people are paying well over a grand for a ticket.

Was home early on Friday, on account of working through lunch a few days, and as I wandered through town I took a couple of snaps with the camera, I’ll se about sticking them up on flickr later today, but when I finally got home I caught a bit of discussion about the whole Croke Park/GSTQ controversy, and I have to say, the more I hear about it, the less I understand why people are so upset. As Gift Grub’s Denis would say, Move On.

But there is talk of a huge increase in security around Dublin today. I can’t see anything violent happening at the match. This is rugby after all, but around town? I dunno, if Sinn Féin’s protest[1] attracts the same crowd that had so much fun at the Love Ulster parade, then who knows what’ll happen.

Exciting times

Linknotes:
  1. boo hiss
Tags: 6nations2007, anthem, B#5, Croke Park, GSTQ fuss, Ireland V England, politics, rugby, Sinn Féin, Six Nations

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Feb 19 2007

Yes! We’re all individuals!

Published by Fence under Irishify, Musing

And so, of course, we are all entitled to our own points of view. But[1] sometimes don’t you think it’d be easier if we all thought the same way[2] Wouldn’t it make life so much easier? Think about it. No more contentious issues such as “who should we vote for” never mind “whose god is better” because we’d all agree[3] Think how many wars and deaths we’d prevent if we all just got along, or at the very least pretended to get along. For the sake of the children[4] But alas, and indeed alack, this future of agreement, harmony and living happily every after is probably[5] never going to happen.

You only have to look at the passions being raised over the Ireland V England rugby match to realise that peoples don’t agree with peoples.

I know, you[6] are thinking, sure it is only a rugby match, what is there to disagree over? The quick answer is a bloody lot.

First off there is the whole idea of anything but GAA being played at Croker. Where else would you have an amateur sporting organisation coming to the aid of the two main professional sporting bodies and letting them use its venue. But this can pretty much be ignored. This argument was had before the French came and stole our thunder. No, this argument rests squarely with the fact that it is damned English that are coming.

After all we all recall the Martin Johnson incident, don’t we? Where he and his ebil henchmen came and stood in the wrong position. Breaking protocol and forcing our president to walk off the red carpet, and on to the grass![7] Imagine that. Her excellency forced to walk on the green sod itself. Horrific.

We have long memories here in Ireland, so we do. That’ll never be forgotten. You hear Mr[8] Johnson, never!

But of course the real reason for objections is the fact that the anthem God Save The Queen will be played. In the very grounds where the british army shot dead 14 Irish people, including one of the players[9] Don’t forget that Hill 16 was built out of the rubble of the 1916 destruction. It is sacred ground, because the GAA is much more than a sporting organisation. It is a way of life, and a cultural identifier[10] and to have the “enemy’s anthem” played there shows a serious lack of respect.

According to some people.

Me, I tend to disagree. After all isn’t rugby one place where we have a united Ireland? And isn’t it said that sport is war by other means[11] so surely some people should see it as a good thing. Ireland united against the English.

I’m going to be totally honest here. I don’t like the English anthem. And I don’t like the Union Jack. And I cannot give you a rational explanation for that, I just dislike them. Cultural hatred or summat. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t stand for both. Or for the English Queen.[12] because just like our president is a representative of Ireland, so is the Queen a symbol of England. And in this day and age, surely we can be mature enough to respect the English anthem as it is a symbol of the English people of today. Not of 10 years ago. And not of 800 years ago.

A sense of history is important. No denying that. But so too is learning from the past and moving on.

Course, we don’t live in my personal dictatorship[13] so you can have your own opinions and express them too.

Edited to add:
elsewhereblogs are saying:

  • It’s only a game - In Fact, Ah
  • England go back to school - Ireland rugby.com
  • A Hain, a wreath and the first Bloody Sunday - The Poor Mouth
  • God save wikipedia - blankpaige
  • God Save All Of Us From This Nonsense - Tom’s Sporting Almanac
  • Six Nations Tipping part 3 - In fact, ah
  • Linknotes:
    1. how obvious was it that a but was coming? rank the obvious factor out of ten please
    2. that way being my way, needless as this is to add
    3. the answers being 1- you should all vote for me and 2- my god is bestest of them all
    4. Oh won’t somebody think of the children
    5. you can never rule everything out
    6. you furrin types anyway
    7. if this was a podcast you’d be able to hear the squawk of outrage at that
    8. whether he deserves this title I’m not sure, but I will be polite
    9. origin of the name of the Hogan Stand
    10. to get serious for the slightest of slight moments, this is true. Or at least was true
    11. okay, so that saying is actually war is politics by other means, but whateveh
    12. Id sit for the princes and rest of the royals though. Not a big fan of royalty
    13. mores the pity
    Tags: 1916 Rising, 6nations2007, cultural identity, GAA, GSTQ fuss, Hill 16, Ireland, Ireland V England, irish history, long memories, memory, my own personal dictatorship, politics, rugby, Six Nations

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    Oct 20 2006

    as the fella says, bejaney

    Published by Fence under Shiny, Sport

    Dude! Teh internet pwns everything. You click somewhere and suddenly you find footage of Simon Geoghegan[1] scoring a try against England. Oh, and then you find another one.

    1994! Nineteen Ninety Four! that’s more than ten years ago. I do have fond memories of watching auld blondie so I do.

    Course you also find footage from the IRA’s meeja division, but you gotta take the good with the bad.

    But from there I wandered over to the most excellent Big Lebowski.

    Truly, this YouTube malarky is the pinnacle of human endeavour.[2]

    Linknotes:
    1. legend
    2. - Even if it does mean you never leave the house again
    Tags: 1994, England, internet, Ireland, Ireland V England, rugby, Shiny, Simon Geoghegan, vidjo

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