Tyrone Players Reading W.B. Yeats Before Sligo Clash For Clues
Mickey Harte, who pioneered bringing on old injured players in the second half as well as maintaining an immaculate semi-shaven demeanour for over a decade, has thought outside the box once more by forcing all squad members to read reams of W.B. Yeats’ poetry to get inside the mind of the average Sligo man and look for possible weaknesses.
County officials have moved to deny that the poetry will be used to sledge the Yeatsmen next weekend by saying it was shite and stuff like that. DJ Cuthbert added:
“Sure everyone knows Yeats was class, apart from the oul womany period he went through writing love words to the Gonne woman but sure every man has his faults.”
Early reports suggest Colm Cavanagh is struggling with Yeats’ mystical period but has taken to “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” with locals overhearing the midfielder rapping some of the lines, particularly:
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
with many feeling this hinted at a personal longing Colm has for returning to a full forward slot or maybe for a house in Benburb.
A Tyrone Tribulations spy who attended tonight’s training session at a secret bunker in Eskra, reported seeing Harte in full headmaster’s gown shouting at Mattie Donnelly who was unable to recite past the third line of Easter 1916 much to the mirth of McCurry and McAliskey.
Our reporter also described how Sean Cavanagh kept shaking his head and looking at his watch.
Posted on July 21, 2015, in Benburb, Eskra, GAA and tagged colm cavanagh, conor mcaliskey, darren mccurry, easter 1916, Eskra, GAA, mattie donnelly, Mickey Harte, sean cavanagh, the lake isle of innisfree, TYRONE, wb yeats. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
One of the best things about your blog is the absolute irreverence for everything and everyone. As for the key to unlocking Sligo, I’ve got it in the back pocket of the only decent pair of trousers I own. I think…no, I’ve lost it.
Yeats was some boy all the same. Great left fut.
Yeah, Christy Brown had one, too.