The Wrath of Joe Kinnear

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I’ve gotten occasional raised eyebrows in the past for posting football-related stuff on Blather, but I think you’ll indulge me with this one.
Occasionally, along comes a rant so spectacular, so bilious and foul-mouthed that you have to sit up and applaud. This from Joe Kinnear’s now-legendary press-conference at Newcastle Football Club on Thursday. Kinnear began by asking the Daily Mirror’s north-east football writer to show himself:
Kinnear Which one is Simon Bird?
Bird Me.
Kinnear You’re a cunt.
Glorious stuff. You can read the transcript here or listen to the unbleeped version on the Mirror.

Damien DeBarra was born in the late 20th century and grew up in Dublin, Ireland. He now lives in London, England where he shares a house with four laptops, three bikes and a large collection of chairs.


  1. it’s a dirty foreign sport (unless you mean Gaelic football, and it has feck all do with the frugal comforts and all that. As the great man himself (De Valera – a good Gaelic name) said:
    “The Ireland which we would desire of would be the home of a people who valued material wealth only as the basis of a right living, of a people who were satisfied with frugal comfort and devoted their leisure to the things of the soul; a land whose countryside would be bright with cosy homesteads, whose fields and valleys would be joyous with the sounds of industry, with the romping of sturdy children, the contests of athletic youth, the laughter of happy maidens; whose firesides would be forums for the wisdom of old age.”
    Oh wait, I forgot we’re a global website, not Parochial. I’ll just get my shawl.

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