2018 FIFA World Cup qualification (UEFA)

It's going to be strange with no Chile, Netherlands, USA, Cameroon, Ghana, Algeria, probably Ivory Coast, etc.

yup

HI DERE. Barely paid attention to this and now reading this thread. Wtf

wtf nwc

Whoa, scenes. Very harsh on Chile. Especially considering they successfully appealed against Paraguayan Cabrera playing for Bolivia. It earned them a win instead of a 1-1 draw, but it also lead to overturning the Bolivia-Peru result (1-0) into a 0-3 win for Peru. And now Chile are out on goal diff. Dang.

Quack quack oops

WOW WOW! Video of what appears Falcao convincing Peru players one by one to deal for a draw that would qualify both pic.twitter.com/8laXomElvY

— Tancredi Palmeri (@tancredipalmeri) October 11, 2017

Could have made a bit more of an effort to be subtle tbqh.

lol

Peru's goal was pretty unique too.

It was an indirect free kick which Guerrero curled in - which obviously shouldn't have stood if it had gone in directly but Ospina got a touch on it trying to make a save which meant it was no longer counted as a direct goal. I don't think i've ever seen that happen before.

If Ospina had let it just fly past him, it wouldn't have counted. Guerrero must have been counting on him trying to save it as he definitely went for goal.

Guerrero's goal by Peruvian TV.

Narrator: "Indirect free-kick, Paolo!
He takes it... GOAL!
He (Ospina) touched it!
He touched it!" pic.twitter.com/ihNUlVRT3W

— FlamengoENG 🇺🇸🇬🇧 (@FlamengoENG) October 11, 2017

https://youtu.be/Zu9aEuNXshQ

That Panama equaliser, for anyone who hasn't seen it yet.

lol at all this, amazing

Whoa, scenes. Very harsh on Chile. Especially considering they successfully appealed against Paraguayan Cabrera playing for Bolivia. It earned them a win instead of a 1-1 draw, but it also lead to overturning the Bolivia-Peru result (1-0) into a 0-3 win for Peru. And now Chile are out on goal diff. Dang.

― Le Bateau Ivre, Tuesday, October 10, 2017 10:30 PM (yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

this would be hilarious to me if i weren't so mad at chile for not qualifying !!!1111!!11

4-1 Croatia. Woeful defending from Greece. That Watford keeper playing for Greece is well dodgy

he pretty much handed everton the win on his own last week

Shocking penalty call against the Nordies

Norn Iron robbed, so they were.

33 team world cup

Italy going out if they can’t score in the next 25 minutes.

loving this ref

3 subs down and no insigne :/

Losing to this Sweden is a disgrace tbh :-/

all these playoff teams are crap

Otm. Worst play-offs in forever. And to think we'll only get more and more countries at the WC in the coming years... Fitba's in the gutter etc

Loving this game tbh and I'm a Italy fan

So am I. They're pressing hard now.

5 mins

Netherlands not being at a WC is a shame, but Italy; Italy not being there is a fucking tragedy.

That's why we have qualifiers

First time since '58 no Italy..

no goals in nine and half hours of playoff football

since Sweden scored in the first leg

#DeRossi: "Che cazzo entro io? Non dovemo pareggià, dovemo vince!", indicando Insigne. pic.twitter.com/Vr2uTy9wnF

— Valerio Curcio (@ValerioCurcio) November 13, 2017

"Why the fuck would I come on? We need a win not a draw"

(apparently)

Swedes were organised well at the back but Italy are so useless up front, no ideas

Darmian was one of their main attacking outlets...

Yeah yeah tragedy whatever there just aren't really any good players in this Italy team any more are there?

nope

Lots of good players, just not a team.

yeh agree with LBI - finally they replaced gabbiadini / darmian with belotti / el shawaaary with 30 mins left & looked way more dangerous immediately
obvs the insigne thing is insane but no idea what gabbiadini has done this season to deserve > belotti

I don't really keep up with Italian football that much but yeah my comment was mostly driven by Gabbiadini being in the team and thinking surely they'd have to do better upfront, in an absolutely crucial game, than some dude who isn't even holding down a consistent place in the Southampton team?

with their midfield they could almost certainly suffice with a lone forward in immobile or belotti but this is a manager that played 4-2-4 away vs spain haha

We've had our backs against the wall before. But we've raged... raged against the dying of the light #IRLDEN #RTEsoccer pic.twitter.com/djC9eJW2Lo

— RTÉ Sport (@RTEsport) November 14, 2017

nice understated promo from irish tv

have we run out of Irish poets or wha

if only there were some Irish poets they could draw from

lol snap

“Idle as trout in light Colonel Jones

these Irish, give them no coins at all; their bones

need toil, their characters no less.” Trevelyan’s

seal blooded the deal table. The Relief

Committee deliberated: “Might it be safe,

Colonel, to give them roads, roads to force

From nowhere, going nowhere of course?”

one out of every ten and then

another third of those again

women – in a case like yours.

Sick, directionless they worked. Fork, stick

were iron years away; after all could

they not blood their knuckles on rock, suck

April hailstones for water and for food?

Why for that, cunning as housewives, each eyed –

as if at a corner butcher – the other’s buttock.

anything may have caused it, spores

a childhood accident; one sees

day after day these mysteries.

Dusk: they will work tomorrow without him.

They know it and walk clear. He has become

a typhoid pariah, his blood tainted, although

he shares it with some there. No more than snow

attends its own flakes where they settle

and melt, will they pray by his death rattle.

You never will, never you know

but take it well woman, grow

your garden, keep house, good-bye.

“It has gone better than we expected, Lord

Trevelyan, sedition, idleness, cured

in one. From parish to parish, field to field;

the wretches work till they are quite worn,

then fester by their work. We march the corn

to the ships in peace. This Tuesday I saw bones

out of my carriage window. Your servant Jones.”

Barren, never to know the load

of his child in you, what is your body

now if not a famine road?

#COYBIG

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BY SEAMUS HEANEY
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade.
Just like his old man.

My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.

The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.

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the accidentally pasted content adds to it imo

"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better."

Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
It's with Wes Hoolahan on the bench

tread softly,
for james mcclean needlessly cunts somebody in every match