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Faith, Football and Funny Stuff

San Giovanni

San Giovanni

John Delaney’s achievement in landing Giovanni Trapattoni as Republic of Ireland manager was big, but even bigger when you see who he was up against. Jostling for the former Juventus and Italy manager’s services was one Pope Benedict XVI: successor to St Peter, leader of over a billion Catholics and close friend of Trapattoni, to whom he has dedicated several of his books. With the Vatican having stepped up their efforts to have a team (composed mainly of Swiss Guards and seminarians) given FIFA approval, Benedict nominated Trap as his preferred choice to be their first manager.The Pope’s decision, it must be said, was not informed by purely footballing matters. Trapattoni is a devout Catholic and a longstanding member of Opus Dei (as is Fabio Capello), while his sister is a nun who accompanied the Italian squad to the 2002 World Cup, her role ostensibly to sprinkle holy water on the pitch before each of their games. Indeed, in an interview with The Irish Catholic a few months back, Trap went so far as to emphasise the importance of a spiritual element to successful coaching: “you need to be a father-figure, a psychiatrist – sometimes even a priest“. A consummate football man, Trap visibly did not wish to dwell on religious matters for too long – though he did make reference to the fact that ‘while it was not a deciding factor in taking the Irish job, I am of course happy to be with a country which shares my Catholic faith’. The rehabilitation of Damien Duff, who carries Padre Pio devotional medals in his socks while playing, will have to be one of Trap’s first miracles if this Irish team is to reach the promised land in 2010. Continue reading

Attitude of Irish stars a graver ill than Gaffer’s gaffes


Stan Marino

Stan Marino

Whatever about the vitriol expended on his managerial record, there persists a substantial amount of good feeling towards Steve Staunton. A loyal servant to the green jersey and grizzled campaigner, in a way you could half understand the FAI’s leap to embrace him as talisman in their hour of need, a souvenir of better times now past. “The memory be green“, quoth the bard. Indeed, the bizarre thing is that it all has a touch of the Hamlets about it. A tragic hero thrust into the limelight before his time, political skullduggery dispatching his elder, inconvenient predecessor. His playing boots still warm, traded in for loafers coldly furnishing forth the press-conference table. An ailing Polonius by his side, to whom he must lend his ear but not his voice. Rumblings of war and tension reverberate about the court. An increasingly fraught relationship with Ophelia, his public, an innocent weaned on expectation, steadily driven to distraction as her man’s soliloquys become increasingly detached from reality. San Marino were always going to be a handful. You can’t legislate for mistakes. There is nothing you can do. Words, words, words. Continue reading