When northern teams were winning nothing, coming down to get an annual hammering, we were patronised left, right and centre. “It’s great to see ye keeping the game alive up there.” When we started winning and winning regularly in the 90s and noughties, begrudgery was the new theme. Armagh were robots. Tyrone? Puke footballers. Suddenly, we are British b*****ds who should go back to the north.
Northmen, Southmen, comrades all my arse.
The Joe Brolly Column You Have To Read
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