Today’s post comes directly from the good people down at The Three Wise Monkeys webzine (I am not a wise monkey, nor a monkey, nor am I wise although I aspire to the status).
Why I Hate the HBC Fest.
The HBC Fest, which apparently stands for Hae-bang-chon (how creative), is being unofficially renamed by me as the Hardly Bothered Coming Festival®, and I am going to tell you why!
Before I start complaining about it, I just want to let you know that I’m sick of it already! You’d think that after four years people would know about it and I’d have the freedom to spend my time looking for something better to do when the time comes around. It makes me feel like I have a stutter every October and May and I end up having to repeat myself in a different way. Well it’s not my fault; I know everything about it already. Continue reading
I have, on occasion, been known for my opinions. Whether right or, as some may believe, wrong, I’m fond of expressing myself. This page hasn’t been much of a space for me to blast off into a rant I’m sure you’ll be happy to have read.
But, on my recent trip home, which I’m going to write about in a little while (maybe immediately after this), a question was asked by many. This question was, in some sense, a dilemma: If France played England in the World Cup Final, who would you be up for?
- An English fan finds out the real reason they lost against Germany – because ‘we’ hate them!
Generally speaking, if I you would allow me to get all nationalist and general for a moment, we Irish hate England, and this is even more the case when it comes to sport, and with special reference to football we despise them (I reckon Scotland hates them more but that’s an altogether different article to share with ye maybe some other day).
And of course France were grand until Thierry Henry handled the ball and helped to pop the ball into the back of the Irish net eliminating us from the World Cup and quashing the dreams of a nation of underachievers once again. Not forgetting the audacity of the prick to turn around afterwards and admit his wrong-doing and attempt to side with Ireland. And with that, after years of ‘ah the French are alright, at least they could beat the English’, all has been turned on its head. Ireland now also hates France. It is fair to say that they are, dare I say, worse than England.
Fortunately, over the past week or two most of Ireland let out a long satisfied sigh of relief as both teams proved that being hated really does help your world cup prospects. It’s just as well that we Irelanders prefer to sit around and complain about the fact that no one will ever let us win!