Forgot to mention during the weekend as i am engrossed but am reading Stephen Kings latest - UNDER THE DOME - and it is fan-tab-u-lous.
Not to be cliche, but it has to be said, Top drawer stuff, an epic of epic proportions and epic talent, King back as the King of Writers.
John
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
World Cup Champ Cheats?
Well everyone who never had an interest in soccer knows who Henry is at this stage, but I have to ask myself, why should we care.
The Irish team had umpteen chances to win the game and didnt take them. In fact, this was the fist match I have painstakingly watched in about 2 years that Ireland actually tried to win, so we have nobody to blame only the team. And no, dont blame the different coaches over the last few years, they are not on the pitch. Also, if the team were good enough they would not have had this nailbiter of a last-ditch-attempt qualifier anyway. Then again, I have been telling everyone that all soccer is, is 22 puffs jogging around a pitch pretending to be injured. And lets not forget the traitors who wont play for their country because they dont like the management and abondon their team and loyal fans because the other players pitch is greener - Roy Keane. It is an honor to play for your country/county in whatever competition it may be, lets start thinking about the kids and create a future for them instead of this whinging, diving, cheating world we live in.
But there is a silver lining, we can now ignore soccer for a few years and concentrate on the wonderful game of rugby who manage to use a TV ref, call correctly "off the ball" incidents, penalise when necessary but above all have the much vaunted "Fair Play". The only way to get soccer played fairly is to have the charades refereed better and get rid of all the money. Ask yourself who had the most to gain - oh ya, thats was Henry, he got a bonus of something like €440,000 for that handball...
Ireland, get a little perspective and herald those true stars we have, to name just a couple - Mary Robinson & Brian O Driscoll, lets build on what is great and boycott the crap.
Thats my tuppence worth
John Ryan
The Irish team had umpteen chances to win the game and didnt take them. In fact, this was the fist match I have painstakingly watched in about 2 years that Ireland actually tried to win, so we have nobody to blame only the team. And no, dont blame the different coaches over the last few years, they are not on the pitch. Also, if the team were good enough they would not have had this nailbiter of a last-ditch-attempt qualifier anyway. Then again, I have been telling everyone that all soccer is, is 22 puffs jogging around a pitch pretending to be injured. And lets not forget the traitors who wont play for their country because they dont like the management and abondon their team and loyal fans because the other players pitch is greener - Roy Keane. It is an honor to play for your country/county in whatever competition it may be, lets start thinking about the kids and create a future for them instead of this whinging, diving, cheating world we live in.
But there is a silver lining, we can now ignore soccer for a few years and concentrate on the wonderful game of rugby who manage to use a TV ref, call correctly "off the ball" incidents, penalise when necessary but above all have the much vaunted "Fair Play". The only way to get soccer played fairly is to have the charades refereed better and get rid of all the money. Ask yourself who had the most to gain - oh ya, thats was Henry, he got a bonus of something like €440,000 for that handball...
Ireland, get a little perspective and herald those true stars we have, to name just a couple - Mary Robinson & Brian O Driscoll, lets build on what is great and boycott the crap.
Thats my tuppence worth
John Ryan
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Shattered Love
After Reading some of Tina's posts, i remembered that I once wrote a poem - many years ago. This is how it went:
Shattered Love.
The Screaming silence of my solitude,
Would shake the soundest foundations
For what is love only a declaration of soul,
Reminiscent of a sunset.
Forever resulting in emotions being destroyed –
Would we be better without?
With reckless abandonment we destroy, it awakens my sobriety –
Love of out country is tantamount,
To our very own identity.
But will the fanatics go to far?
It causes us to hate, how ironic is that!
Would we be better without?
Lust, power, domination, passion, desire, craving…
We’ve all glimpsed love in its myriad of forms,
It’s an illogical struggle, that always equates with endings,
But all is forgiven with that one emblazoning kiss,
Love is like a sunrise
Could we survive without?
Shattered Love.
The Screaming silence of my solitude,
Would shake the soundest foundations
For what is love only a declaration of soul,
Reminiscent of a sunset.
Forever resulting in emotions being destroyed –
Would we be better without?
With reckless abandonment we destroy, it awakens my sobriety –
Love of out country is tantamount,
To our very own identity.
But will the fanatics go to far?
It causes us to hate, how ironic is that!
Would we be better without?
Lust, power, domination, passion, desire, craving…
We’ve all glimpsed love in its myriad of forms,
It’s an illogical struggle, that always equates with endings,
But all is forgiven with that one emblazoning kiss,
Love is like a sunrise
Could we survive without?
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