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Being from that neck of the woods we’d often cross over into Armagh for a bit of shopping or a beer. The locals called a small bottle of stout a half pint, or a guard (Garda), and a big bottle a sergeant, presumably referring to the higher rank
A friend came to the game with me on Sat, completely neutral. His summary of the game was: two poor sides, either could have won it; both keepers were the best players for their team; why didn’t the last player to score a penalty for us take it?; penalty miss aside our CF is completely ineffective and was shown up by Lloyd on as sub; Saito and Smyth did well, (Saito particularly, some leap on him!) but Smyth shoots like he’s playing Gaelic football, where 3 shots over the bar is the equivalent of a goal.
Same story, I came away from the Portsmouth game absolutely livid, seething at the lack of commitment and effort. Like many of our players haven’t turned up at a game since.
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