Dear WSC
While I was not one of the 100,000 “strange folks” that travelled to Phoenix Park to welcome the Irish team home from the World Cup – the event had become less of a homecoming and more of a bad cabaret night – I do not agree with Paul Doyle that those that made the trip were basking in mediocrity (WSC 186). It’s true to say that our players, most of whom are very ordinary, might have gone further. It is also true to say almost every other country is thinking the same thing, from Italy and Spain feeling robbed, to Costa Rica missing a sitter in the last minute against the eventual third place side. The people who did go to the park may have done so for any number of reasons, the most obvious one being to thank the players for giving everything and entertaining us along the way. For many kids it was just the chance to see their heroes. (They may even have gone just to see Westlife.) Showing support for your team is what supporters do, and Irish fans have always appreciated it when a team has given their all. Just because Roy doesn’t like it doesn’t make it wrong.
Rónán Barrett, Dublin
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In an edited extract from the new WSC collection, Always Next Year 4, Alex Anderson agonises over how to respond to the racism of his fellow Rangers fans
I really don’t have a lot of time for Dianbobo Balde. As far as I’m concerned, he is to the art of defending what Reggie and Ronnie Kray were to Neighbourhood Watch schemes. It’s just a matter of time until he does some serious damage. Oh, and he plays for Celtic. And I support Rangers, so there’s that whole contractual thing.
For a few weeks, it seemed he might be the answer to Derby's goal drought. But then the mysterious Argentine ran into a new opponent, as Chris Hall recounts
In August 1999 a burly Argentine headed the winner for Derby against Everton at Pride Park. Less than three months later, the same man, on his way back from a training camp in Portugal, was refused re-entry into England at Heathrow on the grounds that his passport was a forgery. The name on the passport was Esteban Fuertes – and the player, whoever he was, never appeared in a Derby shirt again.
Despite its excellent content, onefootball.com has gone the way of so many other optimistic projects. Yet again the figures did not add up, as Ian Plenderleith explains
The difficulties facing any company intent on running a quality football website for profit were brought home by the liquidation of onefootball.com in July, which, despite its popularity and plaudits, collapsed while reportedly losing around £40,000 a month.