Tag: Jim Gavin
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The Railway rides again in attempt to marry the old and the new
We were presumably all that kid who relentlessly badgered a parent or sibling to buy us thrash food until they gave in and did it, at some stage. Well, in my case, that would probably translate as coercion to transport me to wherever there was a tractor or combine or hay turner could be seen…
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All aboard with Jimmy on the Railway?
‘Facebook Memories’ are a curious concept. But a worthwhile one. Even if they could be the actual patent for a double edged sword. If what the algorithm throws up happens to be founded on positive vibes, it can give the often beleaguered spirits a lift like nothing else. If, however, the recollections are or of…
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Gavin’s gameplan is utterly sensible and player orientated – like himself
You’re tasked with putting a group of people together to right the wrongs of the world. The only stipulation being that those thereon must be of reputable standing and commanding of respect among those with whom they will be working with and the wider audience pertaining to those people as well. Who do you pick?…
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After eight number ones Deano decides to stop making records
There’s a scene in an episode of The Simpsons in which Homer thinks he has just died. On his way in the gates of Heaven he encounters Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jnr. Typical Homer, he barges past the triumvirate of musical greats and is quickly chided by the brash Martin for doing…
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If the mighty hadn’t fallen ten Hag would be unemployed by now
Throughout my lifetime to date, I have been fortunate to see some of the greatest managers to ever practice their trade across several sporting codes. From Sean Boylan, Mick O’Dwyer and Jim Gavin, to Brian Cody, Liam Sheedy and John Kiely in hurling, or Six Alex Ferguson, Arsene Wenger and Jose Mourinho in soccer. Then…
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It may be the end but it doesn’t have to be
Dublin… 1-15 Kerry… 1-13 Unless Meath are involved and regardless of who else is, I hate All Ireland Final days. They are the last days of summer. Thereafter, evenings get shorter, sport to actually attend becomes scarce and – as has blessedly been the case for our lads this year – any progress made is…
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A harrowing, emotional illustration of why there’s always hope
Not all that long ago, mention was afforded in this space to the time my dear mother was the winner of a draw run by the local soccer club for which the first prize was two tickets to see Liverpool vs. Manchester United at Anfield. As was referenced in the previous piece, with there being…
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A way forward based on continuity
There was much conjecture surrounding the ‘debate’ involving Pat Gilroy and Andy McEntee thrown onto The Sunday Game in a scatter-gun manner at the end of last year. To call it a debate, though, would be to deploy it with the utmost linguistic licence. What it actually amounted to was a party political broadcast on…
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Sometimes it’s best to say nothing
I should know by now to wait. To let my emotions cool down after a match before commenting. The last time I fell into the old trap was the night Tyrone stole victory from the jaws of defeat. Or rather were gifted it by a referee so far out of his depth it was like…