I'll Have My Hat In a Pastry Case with Gravy On the Side
It was just a hunch. And according to the Don's statement, my hunch was correct.
I can tell you know exactly how it happened with Mr Trapattoni. We were interviewing people who had declared an interest in the job, we were also trying to talk to candidates that we felt would be creditable candidates for this job.In truth, my reasoning was based on Occam's Razor. The simple explanation was the best one. But like a lot of fans of late, it was easy to get twisted this way and that, and assume that the panel had been circumvented in the interests of John Delaney's survival. Certainly, that was the tone of the Irish Independent yesterday ('Givens undermined by chief executive).
When Mr Trapattoni’s name came up amongst us, I took it on myself to phone the president of the club I played for in Switzerland [Neuchatel Xamax], Gilbert Facchinetti, who I knew had had some contact with Mr Trapattoni in the past. I had actually met him in the past while I was in Neuchatel.
If we are inherently suspicious these days, we have good reason to be. Barring the appointment of Brian Kerr (a deserving choice at the right time), Irish footballers, the FAI, the Meeja and the fans have done football in Ireland no favours. There has been petty backbiting and self-centred moaning. There has been short-sightedness, myopia, outright delusion and selfishness. No one has been free of complicity.
Well then. New manager, new start. And if the selection process is anything to go by, maybe a new, more sensible way of going about things. More impressive yet is that no word was mentioned until this week of the support of Denis O'Brien, offered back in October/November of last year. The bookies odds over the last couple of months suggested that the offices of the FAI were as sound as a colander, a gabbling full of loose lips, but the fact that no word was heard till now suggests that things might be changing.
Me, I'm calling a truce. John Delaney is going to get called his proper name from here on out. I'll be giving the FAI the benefit of the doubt for now. They're still awful gougers when it comes to ticket pricing and group bookings of matches and they could do with designing the matchday programmes with a degree more thought, but we'll leave that aside for now. I was even pleasently suprised to see that the advertisement for their 2008 summer schools featured girls and boys. Women! Playing football! Progress, wha?
When I went back for the Brazil match just recently, myself and a mate were reflecting that the crowd did not cover itself in glory. He was watching on t'telly, and proclaimed them pathetic. Standing there in the freezing cold, I only heard the occasional Ireland chant, easily drowned out by the Brazilians. No Fields of Athenry. No Boys in Green. At one point in the second half, Kilbane did one of those crazy electrifying runs of his, and held onto the ball. Deserving of a song, it was, so I stood up sharpish, spread my arms and started crooning 'Kilbane,There's only one . . . Kilbane, It's like watching Zidane . . . '
Died in my throat. No one else moved. Now I should note that there were two knowledgeable and cheerful fans from across the border on our right, and an enthused da and his kids to the left. We're not talking some kind of bandwagoneering gossip of a man muttering bad words about Steve Finnan here. These were decent fans as far as I could work out. But the passion really seems to have been bashed out of us. And sure enough, a quick perusal of messageboards right now reveals an endless stream of cynicism and begrudgery about Trapattoni's appointment.
He's too old. He was bad with Italy. He failed at Stuttgart. He'll be too defensive. If he's so great why isn't he at a bigger club. The selection process was flawed. The money from O'Brien comes with strings attached.
It would be easy to lay the blame for this at the feet of the FAI. Years of incompetence have bred this into us. Still, it'll do us no good to whinge before a ball has been kicked. Even if it IS their fault, it is incumbent on us, the fanbase, to make sure it does not dim our enthusiasm for the national side.
We are privileged to see Ireland play in Croke Park right now. Every time I've gone, it's filled me fit to bursting with pride. I love that stadium, and I'm deeply envious of the GAA for owning it. Over the years, it has seen schoolkids play finals, the best that the GAA has had to offer in the All Ireland, and last year was host to one of Irish sport's great moments when Ireland played England in the 6 Nations against England. We, as fans, need to honour the place by bringing that pride back to Irish football. Drop the baggage and embrace the new start.
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