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Rebel Yell: Cork Take Home Sam.

Man of the Match, Daniel Goulding (Cork) has a ball. Image c/o RTE.ie

In a pulsating match, in front of a packed-out Croke Park, Cork became the All-Ireland Senior Football Champions for 2010. They beat a dogged and determined Down team by a single point. The final score was Cork 0-16, Down 0-15.

Cork could and perhaps should have been up a goal in the first minute but Down goalkeeper Brendan McVeigh had to produce a brilliant save to deny Ciaran Sheehan. This lost chance had an unsettling effect on the Cork team and they scored just two points from play in the entire first half.

Down took advantage of a misfiring Cork side and played with purpose and style, with Mark Poland and Martin Clarke providing the clever passes and inside duo John Clarke and Paul McComiskey the finishing power. Down went into the second half leading by 0-8 to 0-5.

Cork’s main man, Graham Canty – their injured captain – was withdrawn from the starting 15 due to a hamstring scare, but came on in the second half and immediately brought the lack-lustre Leesiders to life. Alongside another seasoned campaigner, Nicholas Murphy, Canty guided Cork into their best spell of the game, and with man of the match Daniel Goulding scoring nine points (including four frees and three 45s), Cork took the lead for the second time in the 56th minute – and never let it slip.

Down refused to give up, and late scores from Benny Coulter and Hughes narrowed the gap to a single point, but Cork held on to win the Sam Maguire Cup for the first time since 1990, much to the jubilation of their travelling supporters.

So Cork, very much the nearly men of the last few seasons, made up for last year’s loss to Kerry with a second-half performance that put paid to their critics. The Mourne Men will rue their defeat over the next few days but they can hold their heads up high. They played the best football over the whole season and there can be no doubt that their day will come again.

Cork: A Quirke, E Cadogan, M Shields, R Carey, J Miskella, N O’Leary, P Kissane,A O’Connor, A Walsh, C Sheehan (0-1), P O’Neill, P Kelly, D Goulding (0-9, 4f, 3 ’45), D O’Connor (0-5, 2f), P Kerrigan (0-1).
Subs: N Murphy for A O’Connor, G Canty for Kissane, C O’Neill for P O’Neill, J Hayes for Kerrigan

Down: B McVeigh, D McCartan, D Gordon, D Rafferty, D Rooney, K McKernan (0-1), C Garvey, P Fitzpatrick (0-1), K King, D Hughes (0-3), M Poland (0-1), B Coulter (0-1), P McComiskey (0-3), J Clarke (0-1), M Clarke (0-3, 3f).
Subs: C Maginn for J Clarke, R Murtagh (0-1) for McComiskey, B McArdle for Rafferty, C Laverty for Poland

Additional reporting from RTE.ie

On This Day…19 September

Sunday, 19 September 2010

Today is the biggest day of the Irish sporting calender: All-Ireland Senior Football Final day in Croke Park. The Rebels of Cork take on the Mourne Men of Down in what should be a cracker of a match at GAA headquarters. Grannies will be sold for a ticket!

My head says Cork will win; my heart says Down will shade it. We’ll see who’s right tomorrow. I shall report then.

But for now, on this day in…

1870 – Having invaded the Papal States a week earlier, the Italian Army lays siege to Rome, entering the city the next day, after which the Pope described himself as a Prisoner in the Vatican. He only recently escaped and was last seen in Birmingham.

Image c/o knowledgerush.com

1881 – President James A. Garfield dies of wounds suffered in a July 2 shooting. He hung around for while, didn’t he?

1900 – Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid commit their first robbery together, while raindrops kept falling on their heads.

1945 – Lord Haw Haw (William Joyce) is sentenced to death in London. I bet he wasn’t laughing then.

1970 – The first Glastonbury Festival is held at Michael Eavis’s farm in Glastonbury, United Kingdom.

1985 – Tipper Gore and other political wives form the Parents Music Resource Center as Frank Zappa and other musicians testify at U.S. Congressional hearings on obscenity in rock music.

Happy birthday to:

Oscar-winner and Irish resident, Jeremy Irons (image: smh.com.au)

1933 – David McCallum, Scottish actor and star of The Man from UNCLE, Sapphire and Steel, and N.C.I.S., 77.

1948 – Jeremy Irons, English actor and Oscar-winner for Reversal of Fortune, 62.

1963 – Jarvis Cocker, English musician and singer with British band Pulp, 47.

A Portrait of The Artist as a Tour Guide

I’m standing by Stephen’s Green, right? There’s one of them open-topped double-deckers lying idle by the traffic lights. The poxy thing has broken down and there’s a gang of bleedin tourists getting pissed on, wet and shaggin’ miserable they are. Serves them right. Welcome to the Irish summer, you bunch of knobheads. While you’re here though, I’ll show you around. Let you take in the culture of the place, experience the real Dublin.

First off. See that shower over there? The clowns wearing the bright red football shirts with O2 on the front. They’re from Cork. They’re up here because their poxy county are playing us Dubs in the GAA. What’s the GAA, I hear you ask? It’s a sport we Irish play every summer. We tear bleedin’ lumps out of each other on a pitch. We gouge, stamp, thump, break, fight, swear and head-butt. If we manage to do all that to someone on the opposing team, all the bleedin’ better. It’s all so we can lift up Sam at the end of September. Sam is a trophy, the Sam Maguire Cup. The winning team gets to drink cheap cider from it and have bragging rights for a year. The Dubs haven’t won it since 1995. That’s because we’ve had a bunch of feckin’ muppets leading us on onto Croke Park. Couldn’t manage a fart, those wasters. Anyway, we’ll send them Cork heads home on Sunday evening, crying for their mammies, looking for the nearest A&E department. There will be blood. You mark my words.

Down there is Grafton Street. We’ve a Captain America’s restaurant on the right. It’s a burger place. There’s also McDonald’s, Burger King, Wimpy’s and Abrakebabra.  You Yanks will feel right at home. You and your fat arses. Bet you only got your passports last week and came to Ireland to see lush green fields, full of freckled-face, red-haired maidens and oul lads in flat caps saying, “Soft day, thank God.” Well, bollocks to that. The maidens you’re looking for are down in ‘Copperface Jack’s’ getting bleedin’ hammered on your credit cards and traveller’s cheques.

Over there is ‘Bewley’s Oriental Cafe’. It’s called that because there’s a load of poxy Chinese working there. I dare you to go in and ask for a pot of Irish Breakfast. You’ll get a blank stare and a smell of curry. And that’s if you’re lucky.

Outside Bewley’s, there are the street performers. Or losers, as I call them. For those of you who’ve seen “Once”, they don’t all look like Glen Hansard. Half of the feckers think they should be on X-Factor. Simon bleedin’ Cowell would eat their livers with his melba toast.

Are yez having a good time over here? Anyone had their wallets stolen yet? I see some hands up there in the back. I bet you it was the Romanians that took them. They’re a class above the other scum-bags that have come over here. At least they dress colourfully. And some of the women you’d do yourself. Better than them feckin’ Pakis. You talk to one of them, you listen for a ticking clock. Sorry love, didn’t see you there. You must be one of the nice Pakis. You can sit down now.
At the end of Grafton Street you’ll find Trinity College. Those yokes with rich mammies and daddies go there to study Socio-Anthromorphological Sciences or other such muck. I haven’t a bog’s notion what it is either. If you ask me, anyone that goes there is a shirt-lifter. Pansies and lezzers. Fuckin’ half-wits. I went to tech, meself. Learned a decent craft. I’m a plumber. I earn thousands every week. I do loads of nixers while I claim the dole. Hey, I paid my taxes, so I’m entitled, aren’t I.

Where are you from? Germany? Don’t mention the war, right? Ve haff vays off making you tock! You don’t like that, do you? Well, fuck off back to Berlin then. And take Richard Kleidemann with you. Poxy foreigners. If you can’t take a bit of slagging, get back on your boat.

Yeah, what? Right, I’m off. Your tour guide is here. Don’t listen to a bleedin’ word she says. Full of shite, she’ll be. They’re all yours, love. Rather you than me. I’d have more fun at a bleedin’ cemetery. That’s where you should take them. Glasnevin Cemetery. It’s the dead centre of Dublin. Enjoy the rain, muppets.