LIAM MACKEY: Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown
Which, I have to say, came as a bit of a shock. Over the years, I’ve become so used to hearing people in other countries employ a narrow vocabulary to describe our football – usually involving some variation on the ‘buckets of blood’ theme – that, frankly, the thought of the boys in green being appreciated for their aesthetic quality took a bit of getting used to.
Fortunately, I was soon back on more familiar territory – a Liffey-watered voice, belonging to a seasoned veteran of the Irish football scene, pronounced a somewhat less lyrical verdict on what he’d just seen against Kazakhstan. “That was,” he declared, “muck.”




