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| Tuesday, 05 June 2007 | |
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Punching above your weight. The Republic of Ireland soccer team was always credited with that trait. Sligo Rovers staked a claim on that tag on Saturday night with a memorable display in what was surely one of the top games of the season so far against a team that is being touted as serious title challengers.
Our only problem at the moment is that we don’t seem to be able to punch below our weight? It is an inconsistency which manager Paul Cook will sort out. There were obvious signs on Saturday night that the ‘Rehabilitation of the Rovers’ is well underway. Keith Foy has added a new dimension to his game. Brian Cash will certainly give us some extra flair. FAZ, what can you say, he is able to turn it on and pump it up when needed most. What a penalty. So cool. Why did so many of us doubt him as he strolled up to the ball and calmly despatched it to the net. The unsung hero – Gavin Peers. What a colossus at the centre of the defence. Like in the game against Cork, we played the opposition off the pitch. We deserved to win, but we nearly blew it when Bohs got the penalty. We lost our discipline completely – and it was avoidable. What turned it for us? Play was held up after Raf got injured with the red-card challenge which only merited yellow. It allowed the players on the pitch to regain some semblance of composure. Maybe the manager and the assistant-manager could learn from this. Lads, when was the last time you saw a referee change his mind??? If we can keep composed in the future, we could gain altitude rapidly. Just like I kept composed when I was ambushed by a female steward on the way into the ground. I mean, if she really wanted to talk to me she didn’t have to pretend she wanted to search my bags, I’m a very approachable chap! I was thoroughly checked out, I thought she was going to confiscate my freshly made Navan sandwiches, but she wasn’t tempted by anything I had to offer. At least I listened to her, unlike the mature men in the stand who refused to comply with a reasonable request from a male steward to stand back from the entrance. I couldn’t hear what they said, but I could lip read, I don’t know how to spell those words. No doubt they will whinge about the menacing encounter for at least a week. Cop on a bit, you are supposed to get more sense as you get older, these two must be eligible for loads of it. Roll on the FAI Cup showdown with Shams. I expect we will virtually take over Tolka on the night. “We’re going to win the Cup.” By Conall Collier |
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