Forget the miserable weather, listen to Signor Trap!
On a wet and miserable Friday, at least we have the latest antics of Spoofer Trap to bring a smile to our faces.
Imagine our world class manager has now picked a player (Robbie Brady) but tells us he may not be psychologically ready to play. Can’t you just imagine the exchanges that went on between the maestro with the pidgin English and the young Dublin lad. No wonder poor Brady was probably uncertain whether he was coming or going at the end of it all. And that’s how Signor Trap probably came to have his doubts.
Then we have our world-class coach selecting Paul Green (yes, you’re right, Paul who?) ahead of James McCarthy, a lad who can hold his own with the top boys in the English Premiership. And, of course, one of our few really classy players, Wes Hoolahan, cannot get a starting place in Trap’s team of all the talents!
And what are we to make of our maestro wanting to have the roof of the Friends Arena in Stockholm open tonight so that everyone will have to endure temperatures that could be as low as minus 12. I would have thought the Swedes would be much more capable of dealing with such frigid conditions and that they might be the hardy ones saying: “Ah, come on lads, let’s open the roof and see whether ye’re mice or men”!
But maybe I do Trap an injustice. It might be his dastardly plan to get a performance out of Captain Robbie, sporting his nice American West Coast sun tan. Minus 12 could be just the spur to get him moving about swiftly, firstly to stop freezing to death, and then to give some real support to Shane Long, one of the few players in the starting eleven, along with Seamus Coleman, who is likely to cause the Swedes any real problems.
Sounding a bit unpatriotic am I? Well, as someone who would normally be urging on a green fly climbing up a wall, I continue to have a sense that soccer-wise we’re going absolutely nowhere with Signor Trap, and the sooner the whole sorry saga is brought to an end the better.
Of course, to borrow the soccer-speak parlance of that fraternity, including the soccer writers, I would love us to get a “result” tonight – which everyone knows would be a miracle draw – I do fear the worst. A very unfriendly outcome beckons in that arena tonight, no matter what it’s called. I can feel it in me waters!