Get our boys to Euro 2012 Trap, and you will never, ever be forgotten
After a week of disappointments on the football front Louis Jacob speaks from the heart
I swear that Graham Greene must have been thinking about what it must be like to support the Republic of Ireland football team when wrote the words, "Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim." In fact, I'm certain of it.
Following last week's profound disappointments on the international stage, I feel the need to say a few things to Giovanni Trapattoni, a few things from the heart:
Irish managers are to Irish football what wives were to Henry VIII, with Jack Charlton as the living reincarnation of Catherine of Aragon. I came to support the Irish team when Charlton was in his pomp. It was a brave world of possibility and achievement, qualification for big tournaments was becoming a given. There was innocence, a golden age of players, with another golden age in promise. As our elegant warriors, McGrath and Whelan were in a glorious final stage of their careers, a new breed of hardened pros, more that you could put your trust in, were romping through to take their place.