days before a major Finals,
an Irish midfielder breaks ranks,
skips past the despairing lunge
of a thick-skulled manager,
and runs to the arms of the press,
complaining about training.
Quite unprecedented, of course.
ask poor Kevin Foley if he thought
training was too draining.
I’m sure the Black Sea in June
is very beautiful. Can you imagine yourself
stretched out, dozing on a sunbed
as we take the field in Poznan?