Flirting With Relegation: Part 4

At many times during this struggle I have been left shaking my head despondently at the events unfolding around me, on the field, off the field.

During the first half of our last league game, a crucial 6 pointer in the relegation battle, it was the same, but without the despondence.

With the game pushed back an hour, I had time to relax in the morning. I spent the extra hour finishing Part 3 of this series and applying monstrous amounts of Deep Heat to my legs. My previous day’s work had left my legs worse for wear and a poor night’s sleep compounded the DOMS effect. However, this was no time to cry foul. I needed to get some sort of movement going in my legs ahead of the game. I felt we would be stretched for numbers again and that I would be playing some if not all of the game. An hour before kick-off, my manager knocked on my door. As I mentioned previously in Part 3, I had not made known my availability for the game. I immediately thought he was knocking on my door looking for me. He wasn’t, he was looking for a ball pump.

The game was going ahead, and I wasn’t far wrong with my prediction of playing time. Because with half an hour before kick-off, we had only 5 lads at the pitch. Our opponents had arrived, and had begun their warm-up. It was alarming, even if the management and some of the lads weren’t so worried. It was even more alarming that it was a nightmare trying to run. My legs were in no condition to play football. My lungs and overall fitness had improved slightly since the last game with the advent of Junior B training, but how much could I say for the lads who showed up? It was the first thing I asked each of them. How was the fitness? It was going have to be good if we had less than the requisite 11, which was looking likely

It was a beautiful morning for a game. Previous matches had fallen foul to the weather but there would be no such problems this time around. The pitch too was also in fine condition. And as time edged ever closer to kick-off, our numbers increased too! Remarkably, we had 11 in time for kick-off. Even more remarkably we decided to start with 10. This was because one lad would arrive 5 minutes after kick-off, and rather than waste a substitute. A makeshift warm-up, a relative makeshift starting eleven minus one. A relegation six pointer at home, our opponents four points ahead of us in eighth. The scene was set.

We kicked off. The opening stages would be crucial. And we started tentatively. You have to take into account that we hadn’t trained together in six weeks. Sure, we all knew each other, but there was no cohesion or any idea what pace was within our ability. Thankfully, our opponents were no great shakes either. I started the game at right back, my usual position. I had lost out on my chance to make that position my own just before Xmas to another lad and my injury setback. He was on the left side. We agreed to swap sides if he found it tough. We didn’t have to. The opposing wingers were the ones to switch in order to make an impact in the final third. We were holding our own but individual mistakes were letting us down going forward. Some of those were my own, which annoyed me. I did start a well worked move down the right wing that seemed to get us going, or at least prove we were capable of controlling this game.

And then it happened.

There were a few half chances that came our way but the breakthrough came from our main striker, our main goal-scoring threat but the kind of striker who needs 5 chances to score once, who’d score the more difficult goals than the easiest ones. He took up possession inside the box, dribbled his way across the goal, squandering chances to shoot during it before from what seemed a very acute angle from my position on the field, slotted the ball into the top corner. Like I said, he would score the impossible goals before the easiest ones but they all count. Five minutes later, we won a free-kick 25 yards out. We have a dead ball specialist in our ranks so any free-kick is a decent opportunity. He struck it perfectly with his left foot, only for it to hit the underside of the crossbar and come back out to our other striker, the one who hadn’t scored a goal all season. What seemed like an eternity for it to drop, he struck it first time into the roof of the net to make it 2-0. To be fair to him, he has usually played out on the wing for most of the season but he almost made a bet with our centre back to see who would score first. He should have taken it. 10 minutes later, a cutback across goal was finished well by our main striker again, proving he could score the easier ones. And moments after that, a great team move was finished off emphatically into the top corner by the other striker to bring his season tally to 2, the score-line for day to 4-0.

I was left shaking my head in joy at what was unfolding. We were destroying our opponents. Confidence was flowing throughout. It could have been more than 4-0 at half-time. We weren’t flawless, but by god we were effective and nothing like a team fighting relegation. It was soul soothing for me. Defeat in this game would effectively kill us. Now we had given ourselves a new lease of life. The mood was buoyant at half time but we stressed the urge to continue the same way in the second. Any complacency would allow our opponents back into it and we had a taste for conceding many goals. Goal difference was crucial also, we were 5 goals behind our opponents in the table so it was imperative that if we don’t score any more, we shouldn’t concede any either.

Unfortunately, that’s what happened. Within 10 minutes of the second half, it was 4-2. They switched to 3 up front and that stretched the back four enough to hit twice. Even more unfortunate was that they both came from my side of the pitch. The first goal was a slightly deflected volley off me that just eluded our goalkeeper. The second saw me outnumbered 2 to one and they took advantage to half the deficit. Our team was now in disarray. Not only had the formation switch confused us, but our intensity suddenly dropped. All momentum was now with the opposition and we needed to stem the flow. That meant taking me off and bringing on another defender in a straight swap. Moments before I had hurt my hip going for a header. Nothing serious. It was only after I came off it got worst. But I sensed I would be coming off anyways.

The substitution did little to stem the flow. Our manager still hadn’t copped to the formation switch. Now the game suddenly turned into an end-to-end battle. We squandered chances, they squandered chances. A goal for us would end their comeback, a goal for them would really turn on the pressure. They had one great chance that just went wide, and were enjoying plenty of territory. I alerted our manager to the fact they were playing 3-4-3 and he made a few switches on the field. The pace of the game slowed down, especially as fitness began to fade. With our main striker on a hat-trick, he was desperate to complete his hat-trick. Two chances came his way but he failed to convert. Our central midfielder who struck the free-kick in the first half was also desperate to score a goal also went close with a free-kick. Ultimately it was not until injury time that we scored a fifth. A great run to the byline from our left back, now switched to the right, was followed by a looping cross that was nodded home by one of our midfielders.

5-2. Three points. Goal difference in our favour. Now we were only one point from safety with three games to play. It was a huge relief. We have real hope to stay up. The have that threat hanging over you is not nice. We have given ourselves a real fighting chance and now I can’t wait to play our next games. We could be waiting a while, as two of those games are against one club who have a fixture backlog. The team in 10^th place have a horrible run in in their final four games with matches against each of the top three teams. So I don’t expect them to make up 6 points to overtake ourselves and the team in 8^th. As for our defeated opponents, they have a less difficult run in but one game against 1^st placed Salthill Devon. They could have one potential winnable game against a team above us in 7^th.  They are currently on 13 points but if they don’t make the most of their fixture back-log then they too could get sucked into this battle. Most importantly, however, is that we are still alive, everything is to play for.
The Great Escape is On!

Republic of Ireland v Poland - EURO 2016 qualifer

Senior International Fixtures are infrequent occurrences on the football calendar. And that comes as a detriment to all football fans for differing reasons. Those vested in following club football rue the disruption of an International break. The temporary postponement of the regular league season, the potential for injuries; that they suddenly have to support a player who plays for a club they hate etc. etc. And then there are those who follow their country.

I am of the latter.


I enjoy club football as much as anyone else. I follow the fortunes of teams such as Celtic, Galway United, Liverpool, Juventus, and Borussia Dortmund. There are a number of reasons on why I follow those teams with varying degrees of interest. Aside from those, I read frequent articles on the state of the game in Europe and beyond. From my time studying many football records when I was younger, I have great knowledge of who what where and when of club football history. I was once called a walking football encyclopaedia by my friends. I thrive upon discussing football in person or on social media. And I was compelled this year to finally set up a blog to post my opinions and thoughts for everyone to see.
For all the great moments I have enjoyed watching club football, I can safely say it will never compare with following my country. Never.
 

Without ever going to a game in Dublin until my twenties, with the exception of Paul McGraths testimonial in 1998, I have religiously followed the exploits of my national team since I was able to kick a ball. Becoming aware of the team at a time of change under Mick McCarthy, I watched 3 consecutive play-off defeats before Ireland would get over the line in Tehran in 2001 and qualify for the 2002 World Cup. And even before a ball was kicked in Korea and Japan the following summer, the entire country was captivated by the Saipan debacle. I remember feeling physically sick after losing to Spain on penalties and the fact that the World Cup was over. And with each failure to get there since increasing that pain tenfold. I was left crushed beyond belief when Henry cheated his way to set up the French equaliser in Paris. And somehow despite the setbacks and the constant heartbreak, I kept coming back. Because it’s what I love.


Despite my non-attendance, I saw myself as passionate a supporter than those at every home and away game. My inability to travel when I was younger was down to finances and ease of access. It never impacted on my passion for Ireland. I knew one day it would become easier for me to go to these games and follow my country home and abroad. That day eventually came with the 2^nd leg of a EURO 2012 play-off against Estonia in 2011. In what was a damp squib in light of the emphatic 1^st leg win, the joy at qualifying for a major championships was profound around the Lansdowne Road (its proper name!) In fact I think there was a lot more a relief that we had finally done it again, qualifying for a major championship. Yet if I thought the passion within me was big before then, EURO 2012 brought it on to another level entirely.


The experiences and tales of the 12 days I spent travelling & living EURO 2012 in Poznan and Gdansk are for another article. However, it left such an impact on me that I have been striving at home and beyond to recreate the magic ever since. Club football became a footnote, my holiday plans were now focused upon where Ireland were playing in Europe. I could no longer afford to pass on going to friendlies if I could as I would only feel bad that I missed out. Ireland may have lost all 3 games in Poland that summer but they had won the undeniable support of this author for the rest of his life.


I have been a near regular attendee ever since. I still have the same issues travelling from my home town of Tuam to games in Dublin but with a little help from supporter clubs and like-minded friends, I can usually be found in Section 114 at home games. And there is no lengths I would not consider to following the Boys In Green abroad. It’s a wonderful experience following Ireland across Europe. Even though our prospects are not the best and we still continue to struggle against the elite teams in the continent, it never deters the pride and passion in the people around me in the stands. We will never turn our backs on the team, we are not motivated by success, like the Rugby bandwagon in this country. The FAI are a shambles of organisation and that too is for another article, but I won’t let them stop me from doing what I love.  


Tomorrow, we play Poland in an absolutely crucial EURO 2016 qualifier. Our visitors currently sit top of Group D while ourselves, Scotland and World Champions Germany have 7 points from four games. Some are calling it a must win. I firmly believe it’s a must not lose. For if we are to lose, there will be too much ground to make up on the other three teams for the qualification spots. Our opening games have been nothing short of dramatic. An Aiden McGeady inspired late win in Georgia, a rout of Gibraltar at home and improbable point away to Germany, a late John O’Shea equaliser that sent Irish fans across the world into raptures. However, our run hit a setback with defeat to Scotland in Glasgow. I was present that evening and was disappointed with our performance that night. If we perform like that tomorrow, then it will be another long night at the Aviva.


And that’s what every Irish fan wants to avoid. We are striving for an atmosphere and an occasion that we haven’t seen since we defeated the Netherlands in 2001. For too long, we have paid too much respect to teams at our own patch and let them dictate the tempo of the game. Maybe we could understand if it was Germany doing that to us (and they have) but teams such as Cyprus and Armenia have come to Dublin and taken the game to us. I have no doubt the Polish squad will be encouraged by the away support inside the Aviva tomorrow night so it’s even more imperative that Irish fans make themselves heard.


A counter argument to that however, is that it’s how well the Irish team plays tomorrow evening that will determine the atmosphere inside the ground. Giovanni Trapattoni’s tactics could only be appreciated by purists such as myself but it never made it easy to create an atmosphere in his era. Martin O’Neill’s style is not altogether a vast improvement but we have players in our squad currently who can play some great football when on song. And that doesn’t relate more clearly than to aforementioned McGeady, whose winning goal against Georgia was voted the Irish goal of the year for 2014. Doubts have been raised over his fitness, along with Robbie Brady’s too. If it comes down to a choice between two, I will opt for Brady to run himself into ground for the first hour or so of the game and if needs be, let McGeady come on as an impact sub for the last 20 minutes.


The formation is another question on the minds of fans and journalists alike. Rumours abound that O’Neill may opt for a 3-5-2 approach suggest that he is open to some change. Not that Adam Nawałka, Polish manager, believes there will be any change. He is absolutely convinced Ireland will play 4-4-2. If we do, then I believe we will struggle as we will not have enough in central midfield to combat the Polish side. I think we need to start 3 in midfield. And Wes Hoolahan has to be one of those midfielders. His creativity and vision is the perfect foil for Robbie Keane. The captain can still score goals at this level. And it’s important we create chances for him to do that. He was omitted from the starting team in Glasgow and it backfired. We need to score tomorrow night and he is the best man to do that in my opinion.


Should we go for the 3-5-2 tomorrow, then this is the starting team I will go for.
--------------------------Forde--------------------------
-----------------------------------------------------------
--------------O’Shea---Clark---Keogh-----------------
--Coleman--------------------------------------Brady--
----------------McCarthy-----Whelan------------------
-------------------------Hoolahan-----------------------
------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------Long---------Keane-----------------

Poland have done superb to be on top of the group. Led by Roman Lewandowski, they are the only undefeated team left and are in a great position to qualify. That being said, they don’t have the best record against us of late. Our last two encounters took place in 2013, with Ireland winning 2-0 in Dublin and a 0-0 draw in Poznan. They are a decent team but they are one we are certainly capable of beating. We have to believe that. I have nothing but respect and love for the Polish fans for the hospitality they gave us during EURO 2012. They are going to have strong numbers in the stadium tomorrow evening and they will making plenty of noise too. However, if we start well and take control of the game, we can nullify our opponents on and off the field. The atmosphere will be nothing short of electric; that much I am sure of. I hope our performance on the field can match it. I’m hoping we win, I’m praying we win, I believe we will win.

For once I will genuinely be motivated to stop playing my PS3 until the early hours this Saturday night. I will adjust my clocks accordingly for the time change. When Sunday morning comes, I will reach a level of excitement I haven’t felt since walking into Celtic Park last November. I despair at the long intervals between international games, but maybe it’s the waiting that feeds into my excitement and anticipation. I don’t think I will get much sleep tonight.
To paraphrase a quote our captain once uttered, this is my fucking country we’re talking about!


And what else would you rather have me do?
COYBIG

David Connolly - A Retrospective

I have vague memories of watching Ireland when I was growing up, but the one that sticks out is the image of a baby-faced assassin wheeling away with the ball tucked under his shirt. It was his third goal in 13 minutes, against the might of Liechtenstein. It was none other than David Connolly.

That night Ireland had disposed of a team who, 23 months earlier, held them to a 0-0 draw. Liechtenstein are minnows but big wins come few and far between for the Irish national team. David came along and buried a hat-trick that got the 1998 World Cup qualifying campaign back on track. It was his 5^th international goal in less than a year, and Irish fans could allow themselves to believe that we had a hero in the making. Maybe, we had finally found a successor to John Aldridge and Frank Stapleton? Maybe we found a genuine goal-scoring prodigy that would see us win games by 2 goal margins at major championships every 2 years. Maybe we had found the perfect foil for Niall Quinn upfront. The name David Connolly has stuck with me ever since that night. Last week, he retired from professional football. His final act in football was to score a crucial last minute winner for his newest club AFC Wimbledon. Yet, despite that goal, he felt his body was no longer able to cope with the demands of professional football. Along with other personal circumstances he decided it would be wrong to take the money the club were paying him and decided to retire. His manager, Neal Ardley declared him as one of the best strikers he ever played with. High praise indeed, but this writer wonders what could have been for this cult hero.

Born to Irish parents, Connolly’s professional career began at Watford in 1994, making his debut at just 16 years of age towards the tail end of the 1994-95 season. The following year, Watford were relegated to Division 2 but Connolly still managed to score 8 times in 11 league games. His league form slumped the following year but he still showed enough potential to catch the attention of Mick McCarthy, the Republic of Ireland manager. McCarthy had just taken over from Jack Charlton and he was faced with the task of rebuilding an aging Irish team with new blood. Connolly was one of many new young faces alongside Shay Given, Kevin Kilbane and Gary Breen that were capped at this time. He made an immediate impression with a couple of goals in friendlies. He was raw, with lots to learn but the early signs were promising that this was a lad that Irish fans were going to see more often for the next 10 years. He was not even 20 years old at the time.

Despite the early promise, his international career never took off and his name never garnered the iconic status of those gone before him. The 1998 World Cup qualifying campaign would culminate in a play-off against Belgium. The first leg in Dublin finished 1-1, and despite going a goal down in Brussels, the legendary Ray Houghton equalised with a deceptive header across the goal. However, the Belgians re-took the lead via a dubious throw in decision, leaving Ireland chasing another equaliser that would see them qualify for France. With 15 minutes remaining, Connolly was given his chance to endear himself to the Irish fans. 7 minutes later he was shown a straight red card, for kicking out at an opponent. It’s something that still annoys some Irish fans to this day. A year later, another young striker made his international debut for Ireland. His name was Robbie Keane. And 17 years later, he is still playing for his country.

Despite this outburst, Mick McCarthy remained faithful towards him. He was a regular feature in his squads during his time in charge of Irish national side. However, the emergence of Keane would stifle any chance Connolly had of maintaining a starting place in the team. McCarthy opted to go with a target man-poacher partnership upfront. Quinn and sometimes Tony Cascarino were the perfect foil for a natural goal poacher like Keane. Connolly, would remain in reserve but he offered a decent alternative to spring from the bench. This was no better demonstrated in the first leg of the Euro 2000 play-off against Turkey. Ireland struggled to break down a resolute Turkish defence in their home ground and McCarthy made a change. Replacing veteran Cascarino, it was Connolly that cut open the defence with a lovely reverse cut-back that allowed Keane a sight on goal. He made no mistake, and he immediately recognised the contribution of his strike partner. Unfortunately for Ireland and Connolly, Turkey would equalise with a valuable away goal minutes later. Keane would miss the second leg and Connolly took his place alongside Quinn. However the Turkish defence remained unbroken throughout that night, qualifying for Euro 2000.

In the meantime, Connolly secured a move to Dutch giants Feyenoord in 1997. Irish footballers playing in continental Europe is something of a rarity but it was his early international form that prompted the Dutch giants to sign him. This was a big step up for the striker, not only because the stature and expectations of the club but of who had gone before him. That same summer, Feyenoord sold Henrik Larsson to Celtic after 3 years at the club. Time would prove that decision to be the wrong one. Connolly would never reach the same heights for his new club that Larsson did for his. It started off well, scoring on his debut and featuring in the group stage of the Champions League for his new club. However, the manager who signed him, Arie Haan, was sacked in October. He would ultimately fall out with his replacement Leo Beenhakker and was sent to train with the youth team. He would spend the majority of his 4 years not at De Kuip but on loan at other clubs. Despite this, he was reportedly the highest paid footballer in Holland.

His first loan spell was at Wolves, where he would link up with his international team mate Robbie Keane. Much like his international career, it was Keane who was number one and Connolly would finish with 6 goals in 32 games, 10 behind the total Keane achieved that year. He would then spend the following two seasons on loan at Excelsior, who were playing in Ereste Eredivise, the 2^nd tier of Dutch football. It was his time at Excelsior that Connolly would begin the most prolific spell of his career, scoring 42 goals in 48 appearances for the club. It was such form that saw Feyenoord fans calling for his return, and they would not be disappointed. Bert Van Marwijk was now in charge and he recalled Connolly from loan and threw him into the first team side for the tail-end of the 2000-01 season. He continued his excellent form until the end of the season, scoring 5 times in 15 games, enough to propel Feyenoord into the group stages of the Champions League at the expense of their bitter rivals Ajax. Connolly had excelled in what was a true Klassieker derby encounter at the Amsterdam Arena. He scored twice in a 4-3 victory and assisting the other two. Despite the prospect of a return to the Champions League and the offer of a new contract, he decided to return to the UK at the end of the season.

Irelands 2002 World Cup is best remembered for Roy Keane and Saipan, Robbie Keane and Germany and Connolly’s near miss in extra time against Spain. You don’t remember that? OK, so I watched highlights of our last 16 tie against the Spaniards to re-jog my memory but Connolly had the best chance in that period. Replacing Ian Harte after 81 minutes, keen to avoid any repeat of what happened in Brussels 5 years earlier, Ireland were on the verge of going out, losing 1-0. His strike partners Keane & Quinn combined to get Ireland’s equaliser in injury time and force extra-time. In the second period of extra time, a marauding run from Damien Duff saw the ball arrive at Connolly’s feet 25 metres from goal. He let the ball roll across his body and struck a shot that had Casillas beaten. However it could only skim the outside of the net. I watched that shot over and over, convinced it will roll in the corner. Inches was all that separated Connolly from national redemption. However, his reputation would suffer another blow moments later as the match went to a penalties. The standard of penalties in this shoot-out ranks as some of the worst ever taken, as five consecutive efforts were missed. Connolly’s was one of these efforts, hitting a tame shot straight at Iker Casillas. Ireland lose the shoot-out 3-2 and haven’t reached a World Cup tournament since.

Despite his form in Holland and Feyenoord’s qualification for the Champions League, Connolly decided to join Wimbledon FC. The Dons had been relegated from the Premier League in 2000 and struggled to bounce back immediately. Off the field, the club announced to relocate to Milton Keynes, despite huge opposition from the fans, the Football League and the FA. Inexplicably however, an Independent commission appointed by the FA ratified the move and the club became the MK Dons in 2004. All this drama didn’t impact on Connollys form however as he scored 42 goals in 68 games over his two seasons at the club. He left Wimbledon in the summer of 2003, as they entered administration. West Ham United purchased him for what seemed like a great bargain at £285’000.

Mick McCarthy resigned two games into the Euro 2004 qualifying campaign. His replacement Brian Kerr, would face Scotland in a friendly for his first game in charge. With Quinn now retired, the battle to play alongside Robbie Keane upfront (absent for this friendly) now seemed to be between Connolly and Clinton Morrison, who also went to the World Cup in 2002. However, while Kerr chose Morrison in his first game in charge, he opted to play Gary Doherty in the Irish attack that night in Hampden. Kerr, like McCarthy and Charlton before him, preferred a target man up front. It wouldn’t be the last time Doherty, a recognised centre-back and cult figure amongst the Irish support, would play in attack. Even with the absence of Morrison in games against Georgia and Albania, Doherty remained the Plan B alternative from the bench. Kerr also opted to start with Duff and Keane upfront. Connolly would only feature twice in that campaign in games against Georgia at home and the crucial final game away to Switzerland at Basel. Needing to win in Basel to secure a play-off spot, Ireland went behind early. They almost equalised immediately when Connolly laid the ball off for Colin Healy to shoot, but he dragged his shot wide. He would have another chance himself to restore parity close to half-time but sent a header over the bar. The Swiss doubled their advantage in the second half, winning 2-0 in the end.

Despite his excellent club form at the time, Connolly struggled to replicate it at International level. The Plan B approach with Doherty and Kerr’s preference for Morrison did him no favours but when chances came his way, he didn’t take them. This was no better demonstrated in a negative incident that did nothing for Connolly’s reputation for the fans. Before Kerr took over permanently, Don Givens took charge temporarily for a friendly away to Greece. His original squad for this friendly did not feature Connolly but Givens later called him personally to arrange a late call-up. Connolly was none too impressed with Givens due to his initial omission. When Givens was questioning his fitness and availability, Connolly asked why he wasn’t in the original squad. According to Givens, Connolly stated that “I should be the number one striker for Ireland, not number five”. Givens then said he asked him if he wanted to be part of the squad and claimed Connolly said “No”. With that, the phone call ended, and with it, any last hope of Connolly becoming a key player for Ireland He insisted afterwards that he was injured and wasn’t given a chance to explain this to Givens. It’s been lost to time which version is correct but it only served to enhance a less than pretty reputation that Connolly had with Irish fans. Maybe his form at the time did merit an original call-up but it’s at the discretion of the man in charge to pick the squad. If Connolly wasn’t injured, he should have bit his lip and taken his chance to prove that he was number one. If he was injured, he should clarified this immediately in a much more polite manner and left his opinions to himself.

His prolific form at club level began to fade upon joining West Ham, where he spent a solitary season. He got off to great start scoring on his debut but ultimately finished with 14 goals in 48 appearances, one behind top goal-scorer Jermaine Defoe. The season ended in disappointment however as West Ham lost the play-off final to Crystal Palace. Leceister City then paid £500’000 to sign Connolly that summer. Despite scoring one goal less than the season before, he finished as the clubs highest goal-scorer for the 2004-05 season. He began the start of the following season in superb style, scoring 4 times in 5 games. This early season form was enough to prompt newly promoted Wigan Athletic to pay £2 million to make Connolly a Premier League player for the first time in his career. After many seasons spent scoring in the Championship, he had finally reached the top tier. And he made an immediate impact, scoring an injury time penalty to give Wigan a 2-1 win against West Bromwich Albion.

I felt Connolly had the ability to make an impact at top tier with Wigan. Talking about this in school one day, this idea was shot down by my French teacher who laughed at the notion Connolly would deliver in the Premier League. Before he could prove him wrong and give me timely ammunition to hit back, he struggled to reach the same heights as that late winner as injuries disrupted his time at the Latics. He would end up only starting seven games in 19 appearances, and added only 2 more goals to his tally, both in cup competition. Wigan would survive their first season in the top flight, which increased the initial fee paid to Leceister City by an extra million, but his statistics did little to justify that fee or his status as a Premier League striker.

The following season would see Connolly play with a fourth club in as many seasons, when he joined former international team-mate Roy Keane at Sunderland. Many wondered if the reason Roy signed his former team-mate was down to the fact Connolly was one of the few Irish players who visited his room after the Saipan incident first occurred. It was little more than speculation I believe. Roy said as much in his recent book that Connolly was a “goalscorer”. His time playing in the Championship proved that and at Sunderland, that would be no different. He scored 13 goals in 36 games, finishing as the clubs highest goalscorer in a season where Sunderland were promoted to the Premier League. However, much like his last spell in the Premier League, Connolly struggled with injury again, making only 3 appearances that season. He wouldn’t feature at all the following season and was released at the end of the season.

For the 2006 World Cup campaign, Connolly was no longer a regular call-up to the Ireland squad. Kerr much preferred Keane and Morrison up front. It was under Kerr that Morrison would enjoy his best form, scoring 6 of his 9 international goals under Kerr. Connolly would only manage one in a friendly against Turkey, which would turn out to be his last goal for his country. An injury withdrawal for a friendly against the Czech Republic pushed him further down the pecking order with Ireland. It took his great start to the 2005/06 season and the suspension of Morrison before Connolly was selected again for Ireland, this time for a crucial qualifier away against Cyprus. He was desperate for a call-up, citing his passion for the team, and understanding why maybe Kerr had left him out until then. Questions remained about his commitment and ability, but for Connolly he never doubted himself or his desire to play for Ireland. He wouldn’t feature against Cyprus, or for the final game against Switzerland as Ireland missed out on the play-off spots by a solitary point.

A change of manager brought no change to his status in this regard either, as Connolly never featured in any of Steve Staunton’s squads during his time in charge of Ireland. Staunton decided to introduce new blood into the mix Kevin Doyle, Shane Long, Alan Lee and his team-mates at Sunderland, Stephen Elliot and Anthony Stokes all saw game-time ahead of Connolly. His international career looked over at 30. A new era of strikers had arrived. I’m not suggesting Connolly would have made a tangible difference to Ireland’s fortunes during the ill-fated Staunton era. Yet I feel a player who was in form at Sunderland and international experience to his name was worth a call-up. This much was proven when Giovanni Trapattoni named Connolly in his first Irish squad for a training camp in Portugal and friendlies against Serbia & Colombia. It would the final act of his Irish career, as he failed to make an impression struggling with injury.

In 2009, Connolly joined Southampton where he spent the next 3 years of his career. While he still scored goals, time was now catching up on David and his body as injuries were beginning to take their toll. His 2^nd season at the club saw promotion to the Championship, where he contributed vital goals in the run-in to the season. He started the following season in fine form, before injury again intervened. Southampton completed back to back promotions and would be returning to the Premier League. However, Connolly would not be joining them as he was released that summer. He scored 17 goals in 67 games for the Saints, and feeling his career was not yet over, he moved to their South Coast rivals Portsmouth. This was a club that has experiencing a rapid fall from grace. A Premier League club in 2010, and FA Cup winners in 2008, the club suffered 3 relegations and 2 periods in administration over the course of 4 years. Connolly still managed an average of a goal every 3 games for Pompey despite their problems. A loan spell at Oxford in 2014 would be split his time at Portsmouth before he moved to Wimbledon at the start of this year.

It was a career that showed a lot of early promise, and flashes of brilliance, but Connolly probably never lived up to expectations. He did himself no favours with his behaviour early on in his career. The fall-outs with managers, the decision to leave Feyenoord in 2001. With the benefit of hindsight, who knows what he could have achieved if those things turned out differently. At the same time, while it’s easy to say he had the misfortune of emerging at the same time of Robbie Keane, Keane was simply a better player. They were too similar to ever forge potent attacking double act so it often came down to the choice between the two. Keane won that choice and regularly justified it. However, in saying that, it would be harsh to call him a wasted talent. He was reportedly the highest paid footballer in the Netherlands, his career lasted nearly 20 years and his record of 188 goals in 475 games are decent statistics. It’s a career that had its up and downs and tales to tell. The man himself said he did things in his career he never even dreamed of doing. He’s enjoyed a career far more eventful than most Irish footballers. And if David Connolly ever wants to write it down in the form of autobiography, I’d be willing to get it.