Masses Today

6.30: Seamus Breathnach, (Anniv)
9.00 Thomas, Margaret & Eamon Caufield, (Anniv)
11.00 Rene Taaffe, (Anniv)
12.15 People of the Parish
6.30 Marion Gilboy, (Anniv)

AS I WAS SAYING...

Professional football is now a glamour game. It attracts huge audiences worldwide. It is also a huge industry, attracting billions of pounds in sponsorship, investment and endorsements. Top players command weekly wages of £10,000. The elite few can top £50,000. And that's only the 'bread-and-butter' stuff. The cream comes with endorsements. The elite few have wealth beyond measure. Even the moderate are comfortable.

But it was not always so. Johnny Giles was the finest Irish professional footballer of the last generation. From a Dublin working class background, Giles's prodigious talents were recognised early on. As a young teenager, he was whisked away to England to become the property of Leeds United Football Club. His every need was catered for: financial, educational, emotional, spiritual. (Yes, indeed, spiritual! Sunday Mass was compulsory for Catholics under a particular manager at Leeds in the 1960s.)

Giles had great talent, iron discipline, and, most of all, a keen entrepreneurial instinct. He would have been more 'financially alert' than the great majority of his contemporaries. Giles maintains that, throughout the 50s and 60s, the wages of the players were almost 'index-linked': the top players were paid about four times the common industrial wage of the day. If the average industrial worker in the 60s received a weekly wage of £50, the above average footballer could expect no more than £200. In this way a sense of proportion and perspective was retained. Footballers rarely lost touch with their working-class roots. Again, Giles is a good example. He was in his day Ireland's most-capped player; he was Ireland's most prolific goal-scorer. Subsequently, his wealth would come from his shrewd business enterprises around Dublin's city centre. Yet, despite his celebrity status and his great wealth, Giles strolls around Meath Street and Thomas Street on most Saturday mornings, scrutinising the contents of the dealers's stalls, trading good-humoured banter with the 'auld wans', obviously very much at home with his own people. This, you say to yourself, is how it should be!

But this is not how it is now, obviously. With England's World Cup victory in 1966, football in these parts changed. Henceforth, football and TV would feed off each other. Football (and footballers) would become consumer products. Ironically, as we saw so clearly during the week, the real victims are the footballers themselves, (or at least the vulnerable ones). One Harry Cleary, in a letter to The Irish Times, summed up the scene for the rest of us:

"Roy Keane has done a service....to leaders and parents everywhere...a team is just a team. I have a 16-month-old boy who indulges in the same level of professionalism as Mr Keane to get what he wants. I urge all leaders not to capitulate to the petulance of prima donnas."

We all know that football is only a game, that there are no lives at stake here. Yet capitulation would be a major mistake. Because Mr Cleary's 16-month-old son is watching. That's the problem. If Senior Keane got his way, Junior Cleary's deep suspicions would be finally confirmed: it pays to throw the rattle out of the pram. Then bouncers would replace baby-sitters as toddlers turned terrorists. No parent would be safe!

-Dick Lyng.

EVENTS THIS WEEK


ENO

To be a sumo wrestler
it pays to be fat,
'Nonsense,' said Eno,
'I don't believe that.'

So he took his skinny
little frame
to Tokyo
in search of fame.

But even with God on
his side
Eno got trod on
and died.

-Roger McGough.




CATHEDRAL PILGRIMAGE

For perfectly understandable reasons, there is a certain urgency about the following venture! The priests of the Cathedral Parish are organising a pilgrimage to Lourdes and the Shrines of France from July 1st to July 10th . This is in conjunction with the annual Galway Diocesan Pilgrimage to Lourdes. This pilgrimage will include two days of sightseeing and (spare me!) shopping in Paris. (Cost: €750) If you are interested, look at the poster on display in the Church porch and contact Seán O'Flaherty.





Memorable Quotes






MARY KEARNEY (nee FORDE)

You may recall that, almost two months ago to the day, we sent birthday greetings to an old Galwegian who was celebrating her 96th birthday in San Francisco. She was Mary Kearney (nee Forde), who emigrated from St. Brendan's Avenue, Woodquay 75 years ago, in 1927. We received the following reply to that greeting from a lady named A. Nolte:
I'm a neighbour of Mrs. Kearney (Forde) and I wanted you to know how thrilled she was with the Birthday Greeting in the Newsletter. It was a wonderful thing for you to do and made her so happy. There was a big party in Mary's honour and those words from home really made the day complete. Thanks again. A. Nolte.
Mary was an enthusiastic follower of the Augustinian. She read all the local Galway happenings through the medium of the Galway Augustinian Website. Unfortunately, Mary passed away two weeks ago.
May she rest in peace.




THE VERY LAST WORD...

Roy Keane, sent off by his own manager before he could even collect his first yellow card, has been sent back home to Ireland.... He was supposed to be captain, setting an example to the rest of the team; instead he completely lost his reason, as if demons were playing penalty shoot-outs inside his head.

It would not be right to elevate this shabby incident above its worth...the reality is that his ego was simply too big and his temper too short for the noble role assigned to him. Ireland should go for it, leave their former captain to watch it on TV at his Cheshire home. At least he cannot be sent home from there.

The Guardian editorial, Saturday, May 25, 2002.






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