Ireland, who refuses to play for Ireland, has decided to air his views about the mother country once again in an interview with French magazine, So Foot. He also said some stuff about Roberto Mancini and Gerard Houllier but I'm not a footie aficionado. I'm more captivated regarding his thoughts about Ireland being a sh*tebox he's not arsed setting foot in again. The points of note are highlighted, 'cause life's too short sometimes.
"International teams don't interest me. As it is, a season lasts more than 60 matches, so to go off for three days for a game against Andorra, I've got better things to do. When you're Irish, you know very well that you're never going to win the World Cup, and even when I was in the youth teams, it used to piss me off to have to go. Everyone came from Dublin and I was the only one from Cork. I had to take the train on my own, pay for a taxi, there was no hotel, no food, and it was run in a very amateurish way. Ireland just reaps what it has sown. We've built buildings just for the sake of it, and at the end of the day no-one lives inside them. It costs a huge amount of money and no-one can pay it back. But I don't care about Ireland. I really don't know whether I will ever go back there one day. I'd rather shoot myself than live in Cork. I prefer Los Angeles."
Of Trapattoni, he added: "I have never seen anyone so arrogant (pot, kettle, black stuff everywhere). I met him once, he was on the phone every two minutes and he left me hanging around in this office for a quarter of an hour... In the end, he said, 'If you want to come and play, fine, if you don't, no problem'. He did that in reality just so the media would leave him alone."
And he knew you were no great loss. Send us a postcard from L.A. We'll be sure to read it inbetween trying to keep the country running, while you get inflated pay for kicking a ball around a field - when you've not been relegated to the bench, that is.
