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stevie is so good I don't understand why he can't take corners AND get on the end them in the box.
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Yes the legendary Irish warrior Setanta was able to hit a ball with a hurley stick and be able to run and catch it before it hit the ground.
Then he set up a tv station but fucked it up badly.
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Now that's funny...
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Cuchullain kicked arse.
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According to an old mate of mine from Galway who was the first to translate the Táin into German the celtic Cúchulainn was in fact from what is now modern day Northumberland.... or was it St.Patrick ... fuck knows i was pissed when i lived in Germany.
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Yeah, that was St. Patrick ye eejit.
But strangely, I also have a friend who has fairly recently translated the Táin (Ciaran Carson). It is an absolutely fantastic translation.
http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/books/fiction/article2745553.ece
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Ahh.... thought as much.
I really love that stuff.
I read a Times magazine supplement the other week when i was back home in England and it contained an old Irish story of some warrior prince of the Fianna who on the eve of batttle on the way to join his troops meets a washer woman down by a river who then proceeds to goade him by asking him what is the nastiest fucker hes had to fight in all of his heroic life.... so he goes on to describe all the nasty magical/mythical beasts he's managed to kill, but with every story she just laughs and takes the piss some more until he gets so pissed off at the bint he gets of his horse and approaches her to give her a good old Irish kicking as he is about to do her in he notices that she is washing bloood out of a set of mans clothes, so he asks her who they belong to, her husband or some warrior etc and she looks at him and laughs and says "o but they are yours ye cunt" and dissapears....the poor hero was only talking to the nastiest fucker possible, a harbinger of certain death, a banshee.
Sure enough next day in the battle he manages to fatally wound the opposing King but dies in the process.
Absolutely fucking nothing to do with Footbal at all but.... I fucking love all that Irish myths stuff.