Let’s not write off Giovanni Trappatoni yet.
If Ireland beat Germany and Kazakhstan 20-nil each, we’re still in with a shout. All it takes is a rousing team-talk before each game, which means that the answer is simple. The FAI must hire a world-class interpreter, a sort of multilingual Davy Fitz, somebody prepared to jump up and down and call the players obscene names in a language they understand.
No. Forget it. Trappatoni is gone. I don’t even know why I suggested it.
I recommend Davy as the Irish manager. That’s passion for you.
After the replay of the All-Ireland, they should send Delaney on his knees to beg Davy. Please take the job, Davy. Please.
And they should send some other FAI boodie to beg Brian Cody. And another to crawl before Jimmy Barry Murphy.
They should, because these guys understand real raw passion, unlike Trappatoni’s ilk, who understand nothing except money. And while they’re at it, they should beg all the amateur hurlers to sign up for Ireland. They’re as fit as a butcher’s dog, and they all play soccer anyway when they’re not on the hurling field.
Let’s see a real revolution and hand Association Football over to the GAA.
They could hardly do a worse job than the donkeys who run it now.