THE GRAND OL DUKE OF DALYMOUNT...

Déjà vu is something us Bohs fans are very familiar with these past few seasons.
A great performance leaving us on Cloud nine for a few days, before a lame duck performance in the next match, bring us back down to earth at breakneck speed.

Due to issues logging in (I gave up when I realised the clock had struck 19.46) so I ended up listening into the excellent radio coverage on BBC Foyle.
And from what I heard on the radio, backed up by post match observations from people who were at it, I was glad my eyes were spared having to see fluffed chances in front of goal and a team seemingly strolling along in third gear,


If you are a neutral, what a captivating start to the season, from the record attendance in The Aviva last week, to Galway ripping the predictions book by beating many pundits favourite to win the league, St. Patrick’s Athletic.

When the dust settled and I began to look at the game in The Brandywell in a somewhat rational guise, I took stock of the fact that we have a number of new players on the first XI.
While they individually are very talented players, it might take a bit of time for the whole team to properly gel.
(Keeping my fingers crossed they don’t end up like the Wales international team of the 1980’s; They had a team with individual players of fantastic talent, Neville Southall, Ian Rush, Mark Hughes, Barry Horne.
But they never seemed to properly click and astonishingly never qualified for a Europan Championships or World Cup)

Next up, we travel to a ground that holds a hoodoo over us, Turners Cross.
I’ve lost count of the many times we have lost on the Rebel City and anytime we did win it was usually by one gall, oi my memory served me right.
Cork’s game against the Hoops in Tallaght was called off.
So while their players will be better rested than our troops and have more in the tank come 80 minutes, might they be overly rusty and there for the taking?
Personally I would like to see Bucko start and for the club to play two up front, with Moussey and Whelan leading the line.
We’ve all lost count of how many times a winger whipped in  great cross, only for the ball to bounce aimlessly across the box, as we gnash our teeth with hands on head,  that no one was there to simply poke it home.

I am still having to remind myself I am not dreaming and that we really did sign Lys
 Mousset.
Here's hoping he gives us 10 million reasons to worship him come the end of the season, with us top of the tabl