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Anthony McIntyre ⚽ After the abysmal midweek performance by Liverpool's millionaires, it was revitalising to yesterday evening watch Drogheda United's part timers play with pride and passion.


None of those players pretend they are worth almost half a million a year, never mind a week, while refusing to deliver anything close to what would justify such a colossal payout. The combined team would not make half a million in a month, yet they give their all.  Unlike the nouveau riche poseurs in Liverpool red, they wear the claret and blue out of passion and not a sense of entitlement. 

There is a case to be made in top drawer soccer for Cash On Delivery.

If you don't deliver you don't get paid. Your wages can go to homeless shelters or soup kitchens. Some fans will at least have a place to put their head down on a full belly after watching the dismal displays you serve up.

My perennial pal for soccer matches was absent last night. Paddy was in sunnier climes but I texted him the scores during the game. My companion last night was my son. It was his first game of the season but he seemed to enjoy it even more than I did.


I get more enjoyment from watching Drogheda United play, win or lose, than I do from Liverpool. I can relax during a Drogs game but never when Liverpool are playing. My wife says I am not just as emotionally involved in the Drogheda thing. That's true. I can never forget the 97 fans from Hillsborough, unlawfully killed by South Yorkshire Police. It leads to a feeling that if you want to turn out in a shirt for Liverpool, then step up to the plate with a professional determination to win. If in the course of a soccer game fans can die, players can at least try. Trying is always easier than dying.

Last night was a beautiful sunny evening, great for watching soccer. I had a hip flask of Jack Daniels, the last droplet imbibed in the final minute of the game. When the Drogs and the Bit O'Red meet, the fans tend to get value for money.

Last time I watched these sides battle it out was a couple of months ago in the Showgrounds with my friend Alfie. Sligo emerged 3-1 winners despite the Drogs putting up spirited resistance. That result was flipped last night at Weavers Park with the home side claiming all three points in a hard fought clash.

We had barely time to settle in our seats before our hopes took an early nosedive when Sligo snatched the lead after only six minutes with a finely taken Will Fitzgerald goal. That was followed by a few wayward Drogheda efforts which earned them my howls of Nunez, Salah, while my son smiled, seemingly looking around for an exit to enable him to get away from his embarrassment of a da.

On the 24 minute mark all that changed with a wonderfully executed Darragh Markey strike. But it took another 45 minutes for the Drogs to go in front. Frantz Pierrot, who always looked menacing and aggressive in his pursuit of the ball neatly converted from the penalty spot, following a clumsy challenge by the Sligo captain. 

Drogheda did well to survive a sustained period of pressure immediately after half time. But once they broke the siege they were always in with a fighting chance. And fight is exactly what they did. Victory was sealed with a great individual effort from Aaron McNally who drifted through the Sligo defence before placing his ball beyond the keeper. Rapture Day had arrived.


This is only the second victory of the season for the home side. It leaves Drogheda United still second from bottom, only local Louth rivals Dundalk beneath them. The Drogs are not that far off the five clubs above them. Given poor away performances, the Kevin Doherty's men  will need to rely on home fixtures to ensure they play Premiership football next year. At the bottom end of the table it is not crucial to run fast, just faster than the team behind. If the Drogs can leapfrog above one more side and hold their position, leaving Dundalk for the devil and his hindmost, relegation can be avoided. 

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Drogs ⚽ Sligo ⚽ No Salah

Merrion Press ðŸ”–is on the cusp of publishing a new book by Dan Lawton.

 

COMING SOON

 

 

HUNTED
The Kevin Barry Artt Story
His Wrongful Conviction for Murder, Daring Escape from the Maze Prison and Long Fight for Justice
Dan Lawton

 

On Sunday, 26 November 1978, two IRA gunmen kicked in the front door at 8 Evelyn Gardens in Belfast, the home of Maze prison official Albert Miles. They executed Miles in front of his family and vanished into the night.

In 1983 twenty-four-year-old Catholic taxi driver Kevin Barry Artt was convicted and sentenced to life for Miles’ murder, falsely named by an IRA member-turned-jailhouse-informant. On his way to the Maze in handcuffs, Artt resolutely professed his innocence.

Six weeks into his life sentence, he escaped in one of the most daring and notorious prison breaks in history, fleeing to California and going underground. The epic legal saga that followed spanned one ocean, two court systems and nearly three decades, as Artt was relentlessly pursued by the British government, aided by the US Department of State and the FBI.

Dan Lawton discovered the vital piece of evidence that caused the Northern Ireland Court of Appeal to throw out Artt’s murder case in 2020, and in Hunted, he has forensically chronicled Kevin Barry Artt’s surreal story of survival and redemption.

Paperback • €19.99 | £17.99 •  400 pages •  226 mm x 153 mm •  9781785375200

 

 

 

On sale May 16th 2024

 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dan Lawton is a writer and lawyer based in California. His short fiction and columns have appeared in The Recorder, Los Angeles Daily Journal, The Pensive Quill, The Daily Transcript and Sheepshead Review. Hunted is his first work of narrative non-fiction.

 



Coming Soon 🕮 Dan Lawton

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A Morning Thought @ 2133

Maryam Namazie ✒ More than 50 freethinkers from Afghanistan, Algeria, Australia (including Cape Malay), Bangladesh, Canada, Croatia, Egypt, Germany, India, Iran, France, Kenya, Kosovo, Lebanon, Morocco, the Netherlands, Nigeria, Norway, Pakistan, Poland, Saudi Arabia, Somalia, Syria, Sweden, Switzerland, Tanzania, Turkey, Tunisia, UK, Ukraine, USA and the Diaspora will gather in Oslo during 31 August – 1 September 2024 for Celebrating Dissent Oslo.


The two day conference is a continuation of the hugely successful Celebrating Dissent conferences held in London  (2014), London (2017), Amsterdam (2019), Cologne (2022) and Paris (2023) in what has become the largest gathering of ex-Muslims across the globe.

Organised in Oslo by the Council of Ex-Muslims of Britain and Dømmekraft, the event will pay tribute to taboo-breaking ex-Muslim comedian Shabana Rehman and celebrate blasphemy, apostasy and freedom of expression through discussions, poetry, film, protest art, and music.

Contributors

Ahmedur Chowdhury, Aleem (Secular Spirit) , Ali Malik, Ali Rizvi, Annie Laurie Gaylor, Apostate Aladdin, Arnfinn Pettersen, Cemal Knudsen Yucel, Dan Barker, Eirik Løkke, FarAvaz, Fariborz Pooya, Fauzia Ilyas, Halima Salat, Haram Doodles, Ibn Warraq, Ibtissame Betty Lachgar, Infidel Noodle, Inna Shevchenko, Jimmy Bangash, Khadija Khan, Krystel Antoni, Lawrence Krauss, Lisa-Marie Taylor, Mariam Aliyu, Marieme Helie Lucas, Maryam Namazie, Milad Resaeimanesh, Mimzy Vidz, Mohammad Hisham, Morten Guldburg, Mouhammad El Jabbari, Nada Peratovic, Nadia El Fani, Nazmiye Oral, Nina Sankari, Rahila Gupta, Rana Ahmad, Sami Abdallah, Sanal Edamaruku, Shakeel Rehman, Shelley Segal, Soheil Ahmed, Stephen Evans, Sylo Taraku, Taha Siddiqui, Veedu Vidz, Victoria Gugenheim, Wissam Charafeddine, Zara Kay and Zehra Pala.

Topics

Creativity and Humour in Challenging Fundamentalisms and Defending Free Expression, Racism, Identity Politics and Free Expression, Laicite as a Cornerstone of Free Expression and Rights, The Ex-Muslims: Canaries in the Coal Mine, Islam’s Nonbelievers: Terror, Trauma, Transformation, Censorship, Offence and Free Speech, Science and Rationality challenging Dogma and Blasphemous Women: Touching the Sacred.

Conference Organisers

Council of Ex-Muslims of Britain was established in June 2007 to break the taboo that comes with leaving Islam, highlight the plight of ex Muslims, and challenge apostasy and blasphemy laws. CEMB stands against all forms of bigotry and unequivocally defends reason, freedom of conscience and expression, rights and secularism. Over the last 17 years, CEMB has provided assistance to thousands of ex Muslims worldwide, created support groups, solidarity actions and educational materials and helped establish Ex Muslims International. Maryam Namazie, CEMB Spokesperson, has been the instigator behind the international conferences.

Dømmekraft is a secular thinktank established in January 2022. The founders are Morten Guldberg and Lovise Lindtner. The organisation publishes articles, reviews and interviews, and also sets up conferences, debates and other public events to counteract fake news and extremist views and embodies a Humanist outlook, including in support of basic human rights, democracy, equality, freedom of speech and critical thinking.

Conference Sponsors

Center for Inquiry, Civita, Freedom from Religion Foundation, Fritt Ord, Human-Etisk Forbund, Human-Etisk Forbund Oslo and National Secular Society.

Maryam Namazie is an Iranian-born activist and Spokesperson of the
Council of Ex-Muslims of Britain and One Law for All.

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Lynx By Ten To The Power Of Nine Hundred And Eighty Four

Christopher Owens ðŸŽµ with the 39th in his Predominance series. This column is dedicated to the memory of  Adrian Borland whose 25th Anniversary occurs today (26-04-2024). Lest we forget.

“A lotta homies die, a lotta mothers cry. I watch tears fall down from their eyes/Everybody wants to go to Heaven but nobody wants to take the chance/They chose the music so they had to dance/Couldn't tell 'em nothin' was a player, had ta have it/Got caught up in the game now my boy's in the casket.” - Geto Boys

Horns up 


New Horizons 


King of Pigs – After Victory Comes Defeat

On the go now for over a decade, this UK hardcore outfit from Nottingham seemingly become more and more intense with each release. On this new record (running just under 20 minutes) they have refined their metallic hardcore attack into something approaching powerviolence and their sense of humour (‘70% Cunt 30% Human’) remains intact. Short, sharp and superb.

The album can be streamed and purchased here.

Bad Breeding – Contempt

One of the most exciting acts in the UK are back with some help from tourmate Ben Greenberg (of the equally amazing Uniform). The sound is still noisy industrial punk but the sonics have greater clarity and gleefully attack the listener. Lyrically, the songs question tradition, offer state of the nation addresses and some hope through cleansing anger. Album of the month.

The album can be streamed and purchased here.

Einsturzende Neubauten – Rampen – apm: Alien Pop Music

Although I enjoyed 2020’s ‘Alles In Allem’ at the time, retrospective listens have revealed a few weaknesses here and there. Thankfully, there is more emphasis on atmosphere, rhythm and melody this time around, creating a late period masterpiece that demonstrates that not only is their creative well truly overflowing but that double albums can also be concise affairs.

The album can be streamed and purchased here.

Isa Roseid - La Migliore delle Feste

Having reviewed their debut EP last year, it delights me to see this band of Italians bring out a full length LP. The mood is one of introspection due to the prominence of the bass in the first half while the second half picks up with heavier, fuzzier numbers. The scratchy production gives proceedings a lo-fi ambience, but the songs are mighty behemoths of post-rock.

The album can be streamed and purchased here.

Golden Oldies


The Sound – Head and Hearts


Although it has been dismissed by certain band members, The Sound’s first full length after leaving Warners is actually an elegiac, euphoric (how about that for a contradiction) record with Adrian Borland’s minimal, yet highly expressive guitar lines vying for attention as well as Graham Bailey’s throbbing basslines. ‘Mining for Heart’ is a personal favourite.


 

Spiritualized – Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space


Infamously beating out OK Computer and Urban Hymns on the NME’s ‘best album of 97’ list, this remains the most complete and engrossing record Jason Pierce has released under the Spiritualized banner. The title track has soundtracked manys a night of unrequited love but the one-two punch of ‘Cool Waves’ and 17-minute epic ‘Cop Shoot Cop…’ is other worldly.


 

Rollins Band – The End of Silence


Somewhat overshadowed by 1994’s classic ‘Weight’, this release helped thrust the band into the fringes of the mainstream thanks to its influence on alt-metal. Already regarded as Gen X’s drill instructor, Rollins outdoes previous efforts on here by unleashing a variety of venom-tinged tirades on society, fake people and himself. Pulverising but euphoric.


 

Paris – Sleeping With the Enemy


More known as being the album that saw Paris being dropped from Tommy Boy records (owing to their distributor, Time Warner, censoring any groups with anti-law enforcement lyrics), fresh listening reveals this to be an abrasive, funky hip hop record infused with political anger and a positive social message. There’s a reason Chuck D considered Paris a rapper to be feared.


 

⏩ Christopher Owens was a reviewer for Metal Ireland and finds time to study the history and inherent contradictions of Ireland. He is currently the TPQ Friday columnist.

Predominance 39

Lynx By Ten To The Power Of Nine Hundred And Eighty Three

 

A Morning Thought @ 2132

Gearóid Ó Loingsigh ☭ writing in Socialist Democracy.



I had been scheduled to speak at the RDS event organised by The Countess on a panel discussing prisons and the housing of males in the female estate, alongside Rhona Hotchkiss and Paddy O’Gorman, two very knowledgeable people on the issue and I was looking forward to it. There were other professionals in their field such as Stella O’ Malley who are due to speak on other aspects. Such events by their nature often include a wide variety of opinions, some of them not exactly complementary to each other. This conference was no exception. I decided to let the fact that the sole speaker on media censorship was from Gript. It is a right-wing Catholic media, but not that much further to the right on many issues than The Irish Times, despite its liberal reputation.

However, the last-minute decision to invite far right activist Jana Lunden to speak on education was a bridge too far. Lunden came to prominence during the protests over sexually inappropriate material being available in children’s libraries rather than adult libraries. These books were eventually relocated to the adult section thanks to back room lobbying by others. Lunden’s response was to gather a bunch of far-right males to storm libraries threatening staff. They didn’t just object to sexually inappropriate material for kids but anything that gave a positive image of gay people.

It was said to me that the presence of far-right thugs Andy Heasman and Fergus Power at rallies with her was accidental, they just turned up, but there are lots of photos of them together. There is even one rather bucolic photo of them all on a boat. They are anti-migrant, racists, homophobes and anti-working class, dividing us on the base of race or nationality and blaming the failings of the Irish state on those who had nothing to do with the mess FF and FG have us in i.e. they blamed migrants and the working class.

The issue shows the limitation of the Gender Critical movement in Ireland, which has failed to mark off a distance with such people and has included figures that are clearly homophobic and anti-feminist. There is a need for a GC movement that fights for women on all issues, including “older” issues such as abortion, divorce, contraception, sexuality and of course the modern invasion of women’s spaces, representation and sports. The invite to Jana Lunden, who presumably will turn up with the usual far-right thugs was the last straw. These people do not defend women, when the opportunity arises they will turn on women and lesbians in particular.

I will continue to advocate for prisons as a single sex space and write about it. But I can no longer associate with those who think that the broad church of a GC movement which includes liberals and even some standard right wingers from Fianna Fáil is in fact an elastic band that can be stretched to breaking point and beyond.

Unfortunately, most reformist leftists such as PBP, Rise and Rosa have all jumped on the bandwagon attacking women’s spaces and demanding that males have access to them and participate in women’s sports and this leaves little room for the building of a more progressive GC movement. However, I am not willing to tolerate Andy Heasman and his thugs.

⏩ Gearóid Ó Loingsigh is a political and human rights activist with extensive experience in Latin America.

Gearóid Ó Loingsigh Withdraws From The Countess RDS Gender Critical Conference

Lynx By Ten To The Power Of Nine Hundred And Eighty Two

Caoimhin O’Muraile ☭ I can remember as plain as yesterday back in the sixties when I was too young to attend games at Old Trafford if Man Utd were on television midweek in the League Cup or any FA Cup replay my mam would wake me from bed to watch the game.

I would go to bed early and be woken for the match, often against City. Bell, Lee and Summerbee played back then for City while we had the ‘Holy Trinity’ of Best, Charlton and Law. Great days. As I reached my teens, about thirteen, we would travel by train to Manchester. Running up the hill on a wet Saturday morning, nicking fags and jibbing the bus was all part of the day out. The girls who worked in the newsagents would often chuck us five Park Drive just to rob the shop owner who paid shit wages. But these days were for the seventies as can be seen below.

The nineteen sixties, on a positive note, also saw many overdue changes on the pitch regards the player terms and conditions. The PFA (Professional Footballers Association) was headed in those days by a certain Jimmy Hill. Many may remember Jimmy as the presenter of the BBC Match of the Day. He campaigned and succeeded in getting rid of the £20 maximum wage and, in 1961, made Johnny Haynes of Fulham the first £100 per week player, Haynes is still considered by Fulham fans their best all-time player. This was achieved without the parasite so-called Agents who live off todays very well-paid players, certainly at the top level, and todays stars have the PFA, not the agents, to thank for paving the way for their high salaries.

Are players paid too much? No, not in my view, they are workers selling their labour power for a short working life and will sell that labour, like any other worker, for the best monetary wage. Agents, on the other hand, taking huge percentages of any transfer fee ‘their player’ receives are a different matter. To me they are an unnecessary burden, similar to the pimp taking a high percentage of a woman’s earnings, except the agents are legal! Alex Ferguson did his best to bypass agents but, alas, these creeps have become too powerful. I it is another symptom of money, greed and corruption in modern football.

Another progressive introduction of the sixties was the substitute. In 1965 Keith Peacock of Charlton Athletic became the first substitute to come on to replace an injured player. Charlton’s Goalkeeper, Mick Rose, got injured after eleven minutes at an away game at Bolton Wanderers and even though Keith was an outfield player he could cover in goal. This rule later changed, partly to stop Leeds manager, Don Revie, cheating by making one of his players fane injury so he could change the game if it was not going Leeds way, and bring on his substitute. The change in the rules allowed a substitution whether a player was injured or not.

In 1987 the rule changed again and two substitutes were allowed, which then went to three and now in the so-called Premier League, it is up to five subs. Once again, they have gone overboard with the substitutions, almost allowing two different teams on each side. Two subs were sufficient, to be named before the game, not two from three or five, two and one could be a keeper if the manager wished. That was sensible and keeping with the spirit of the game. In the 1968 European Cup Final Manchester United Manager, Matt Busby, named Jimmy Rimmer as United’s substitute was a goalkeeper in case Alex Stepney got injured. United crushed Benfica that night 4-1 becoming the “first English team to win the European Cup” and a song was made up accordingly.

A typical day at Old Trafford, in the mid-seventies, eighties and into the nineties or anywhere else for that matter, would begin about 7am, sometimes much earlier or even the night before if we were playing away at say Southampton, as my mam bawled me out of my cot; “are you going to see Man Utd today”? Silly question, “its seven o’clock get your arse out of your pit.” Time to shine the DMs (Doc Martens) up using Oxblood boot polish, often listening to Tina Charles singing ‘Dance Little Lady Dance’ or Abba treating us to ‘Mama Mia’ on the Tranny (transiter Radio). Polish the boots then off to the game, after a quick remark to the lasses working in the newsagent where we would buy ten number six cigarettes. The girls working in the shop would often toss us a packet behind the shop owner's back. Raid the buffet on the train, the good old British Rail Buffet for Youngers, Tartan Bitter, for the short journey to Victoria Station. Then to the pub and off to the match, buying a Hotdog from “our kid's” (all hotdog sellers were called “our kid in those days) stall.

Midweek games we would often jump on a supporters club coach which dropped us off in the old then still in partial use Trafford Park industrial Estate and the Trafford Park Hotel pub. The shunters were still running back in the seventies moving goods from the sheds, those still in use, so there was a constant hazard of these trains. Back in its time the Trafford Park Industrial Estate was the largest in Europe but by the seventies it was a shadow of its former self.

It is hard to imagine in today’s boring environment at what passes for the modern game, but on the Stretford End when packed, which was usual, urinating was often done on the terraces and it was not unknown to strike lucky with a quick shag with an equally enthusiastic girl. The authorities did not like this control of the terraces by the fans, as well as the pitch invasions at the last game of the season. Everything was outside their control which they needed a reason to stop.

About eight minutes before the end of our last home game in 1974 against Man City the United fans invaded the pitch. This was an effort to get the game abandoned. It had, after all, worked for Newcastle United fans when they invaded the field of play a few weeks earlier in their FA Cup tie against Nottingham Forrest. It did not work for us and the Blues finished 1-0 winners. There were no celebrations as no City fans worthy of note turned up.

Everybody in Manchester knew something would go down if United lost, it was another nail in the coffin of relegation. We did get relegated that year. The chant; “we’ll support you evermore” rang out of Old Trafford on and off the pitch. United were in the Second Division and this launched a rebirth. Tommy Docherty brought in some exiting new players, perhaps most notably was our signing from Hull City, Stuart Pearson (we’d walk a million miles, for one of your goals, oh Stuart). As Man Utd shot to the top of the league our attendances were the highest average of all four divisions beating Liverpool who actually won the First Division that year, 1974/75 season.

Crowds of 55-60,000 were regular at Old Trafford that season and continued the following seasons. United were on the march again playing fast attacking and entertaining football. We gained promotion back to the First Division at our first attempt. The Doc then bought Jimmy Greenhoff from Stoke City, a snip at £120,000, to add to our attack. playing just behind Pearson. With Steve Coppell and Gordon Hill on the wings, we were playing some of the finest football in the league.

After the pitch invasion against Man City the authorities, Football League, FA, and Government’s answer was to erect nine-foot fences to keep fans off the field of play and created a disaster waiting to happen. It took fifteen years for this to happen and in 1989 in an FA Cup Semi-Final involving Liverpool and Nottingham Forest at Sheffield Wednesdays Hillsborough stadium 97 Liverpool fans were, arguably, murdered by the authorities and their police force. The history of the Hillsborough Disaster is well documented. The net result of this terrible incident is the soulless all seater stadia we have today. Even though the Taylor Report into Hillsborough virtually exonerated standing of any blame - the police were culpable not the terraces for the crush - the authorities still went ahead with the cultureless all-seaters. This was a way of increasing profits, charging four times as much for a seat as the old terracing, getting rid of many working-class supporters who could no longer afford the entry price, and jibbing in was no longer an option. Oor many fans would not attend out of political principle. The entire culture of the game is now fucked, a culture which had lasted over 100 years just so these greedy bastards can amass even greater profits.

Late in the nineteen-seventies came the idea of crowd segregation for big games. Manchester United, the hooligan supporters of the decade according to the media. Away games from home were made all ticket affairs. This was an attempt by the authorities to keep the rival fans apart as United supporters had the habit of going on the home team's fans end; for example the Kop at Anfield a couple of times.

To counter this many Man Utd fans began traveling to the home team’s ground, weeks in advance, to purchase tickets for the home fans section of the ground. In London. For the “Cockney Reds” this was not hard. They all had London accents so those selling tickets at, say Arsenal, had no idea those who were purchasing the tickets were not Arsenal fans, but Manchester United supporters. This ploy worked for a few seasons till the authorities caught themselves on and the home clubs, in many instances, wanted proof of the supporter’s identity.

All that said it was a culture which has now gone, murdered by high finance and the money trick. It is unlikely those days will ever return as many of today’s younger supporters will not remember terracing. I feel sorry for them, they, through no fault of their own have missed out on great days irrespective of who your team was. I am speaking from a Man Utd view but I am sure the supporters of Liverpool, Newcastle, Sunderland, Spurs and many other clubs have their tales to tell. It made the world revolve on its axis.

Today I look at games and see greedy owners like the Glazers followed by daft rule changes like VAR. FA Cup ties decided on the day by penalties whereas previously a replay on a neutral ground was played. The game is a shadow of its former self, all seater stadia, fake scenes before the game and phoney atmospheres in many instances. The genuine article, football, has gone for ever and I consider myself lucky to have experienced those electric days.
 
Caoimhin O’Muraile is Independent Socialist Republican and Marxist.

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