Cork City
Club crest:

AKA: Hoofball scum; No, your last attendance wasnt 70,000 scum; Boo-hoo, the little team
didnt just lie down and die for you scum; Scum-Boy (rhymes with "die"); "What, you won nothing
again this year? Scum”; Its not paranoia if everyone is really out to get us Scum.
Where: Turners Cross.
How to get there? - Someday, were going to work out where Turners Cross actually is.
No, really! Until then, suffice to say that the ground is, for all intents and purposes, in
the back of one of the taxis near the train station.
Distance from the gates of the ground to the nearest pub - About 5 metres. God, I love
the country! You may need to know the secret knock to get in however.
Thing to look out for on your way from Dublin. - The grass basketball court on the Dublin
side of Portlaoise as you go by train. I suppose somebodys got to give the Kerrymen jobs...
Most likely to say: “No really – we do have the best team/ ground/ fans/ programme/ fanzine/
manager/ tea lady/ style of play /penalty spot /air /theory of relativity/ everything else in the
league!”
What they dont have in Cork: Logic. As in, “Look, if you were the biggest club in the
country, wouldnt you have won something recently?” Or as in, "If we require a visa to get into
the Peoples Republic of Cork, shouldnt you require a visa to leave?" Or as in, "How long will it
take you to figure out that you wont beat us by hoofing balls at our 66" defender?"*.
*Come back Clive, all is forgiven. That said, this now applies to Connor Kenna, despite him being
all of 46".
Personalities:
History - Continuity Cork Alberts
The history of senior football in Cork is long and funny. The league first team to represent the
town were called Fordsons, who joined the league in 1924. They had already appeared in an FAI Cup
Final, however, losing 1-0 to Athlone Town. This was dismissed down in Cork as a result of the
blatant Westmeath bias inherent in the FAI. To prove how brilliant they were, they entered the
league as their first step to taking over the world. Them were the olden days, when everything was
right with the world and Athlone Town and Midland Athletic were the only non-Dublin teams in the
league. Setting a trend, Fordsons never mounted a serious challenge to the bigger Dublin teams, and
never finished higher than third in the league.
In 1926, a dangerous precedent was nipped in the bud in what is also the last recorded incident
of the FAI doing anything useful for the league. After complaining indignantly that Bohs jerseys
had been just the right shade of black and red to distract them from winning their tie, Fordsons
were awarded the two points, which were docked from Bohs total. Fordsons subsequently lost the FAI
Cup Final 7-3 to Shamrock Rovers, but hounded the referee so successfully that he disallowed five
of Rovers goals to give Fordsons the Cup on a 3-2 scoreline. The FAI didnt have another meeting
organised for another four years, but when they did meet, they severely reprimanded Fordsons over
their behaviour. Fordsons whined bitterly and, complaining that no referee would treat them fairly
after their undeserved reputation which had been placed upon them by the biased FAI, they changed
their name to Cork. Continuing the earlier precedent, Cork never mounted a serious challenge to the
bigger Dublin teams, and never finished higher than second in the league.
After that second-placed finish in the league – in 1932 – things started going to the Corkonians
heads and, convinced that this proved beyond doubt that their town was destined for great things, a
second Cork team joined the league – Cork Bohemians. Two years later, they finished last and left
the league, muttering darkly about the fact that teams didnt alter their gameplan to allow them to
win.
Cork Bohemians were replaced the following season at the bottom of the league by Cork and, after
two second-last finishes in the following two seasons, they decided teams didnt fully understand
quite how big they were and werent according them the respect they deserved. So in 1938, they
changed their name to Cork City. They finished second last again and, with the laughter of the rest
of the league ringing in their ears, changed the “City” for “United” and spoke no more of it for
many a year.
Success finally came during the war years, when the Pale teams (i.e. the rest of the league) sent
their players to fight bravely against the evils of Hitler. Cork took the chance to declare its
independence and guarded its border with an army of farmers, confident that the smell would deter
Jerry. They won their first league title in 1940/41 after Waterford United failed to agree terms
for a play-off – those terms being to pay an annual fee to Cork for the honour of having such great
neighbours. Subsequent titles followed in 1941/42, 1942/43, 1944/45 and 1945/46. They also won the
Dublin City Cup, in a curious era of an enlightened sense of inadequacy at their own town, in 1943/44
and 1945/46. Once the war was over, however, normal service was resumed and Cork United never mounted
a serious challenge to the bigger Dublin teams, and never finished higher than fourth in the league;
indeed, they left the league in 1948, complaining of the shocking state the counthry had come to when
the opposition were allowed to field full-strength teams against them.
They were replaced by Cork Athletic, who promptly finished second last. Once the players had gotten
over the confusion of who exactly it was they were playing for, however, they turned out to be alright
– winning the next two titles before reverting to type, never mounting a serious challenge to the
bigger Dublin teams, and never finished higher than fourth in the league before leaving in 1957,
grumbling about a massive conspiracy among the other Dublin teams, who pre-arranged all their results
just to screw Cork over. Cork infiltrated the FAI to rig the election of Cork Hibernians to the league
and were later seen laughing in the faces of their creditors.
After Athletics first title, however, egos had grown again and Evergreen joined the league,
changing their name to Cork Celtic in 1959, by which time Cork Hibernians had also joined the league.
They finished runners-up for times in ten years as the rest of the league deliberately played silly
buggers with them. In 1961/62, they pipped Shels to the title on goal average, but a young Ollie Byrne
pestered the FAI into declaring a play-off to decide the league, which Shels won after Ollie put two
and sixpence, an enormous sum in those days, into a very small brown envelope and promised to paint
the refs chicken coop. Ollie never did paint the coop; however, a precedent had been set…
Nothing much happened until the mid-70s, when George Best signed for Cork Celtic. He left shortly
afterwards, complaining that he didnt feel at home in a town where he wasnt the only drunken egotist.
However, his agreement with Cork Celtic that his pay would be in the form of a bar tab in the Horseshoe
saw Cork Celtic forced into bankruptcy shortly after. Uwe Seeler and Geoff Hurst also lined out for
Celtic but, after an unfortunate incident where a Hurst shot hit the underside of the bar and bounced a
few inches over the line only for the linesman to admit he was taking a quick shwig out of his bottle of
Guinness while trying to chat up the lovely young wan standing ten feet back from the touchline fence
(Cork werent doing very well in those days, so the crowds were low and there was no-one in the
intervening distance) and hadnt seen the incident at all, Hurst moved on to play in the
slightly-less-incompetently-refereed Marshall Island league.
With the league having had enough of Cork for a while, attempts to rig the election of a new team in
the citys favour were dismissed, and a Dublin team by the name of UCD were elected instead. UCD didnt
have many fans, which in the leagues eyes meant they wouldnt be whining darkly about conspiracies. Cork
Hibs folded in 1976 and were replaced by Albert Rovers, who became Cork Alberts and Cork United before
folding uneventfully in 1982. This left the league with two years of peace without a single Cork team in
the league.
The fourteenth incarnation of Cork senior football was Cork City Mark II. They went broke in the
mid-90s, but by now were so well-accustomed with the routine that they bribed FAI officials and re-took
their place in the league the next season, though without the seemingly obligatory name change. Bar one
season when they won the league after a play-off when a sensible federation would have placed them third
on goal difference, City have never mounted a serious challenge to the bigger Dublin teams, and never
finished higher than second in the league. Makes you feel everythings right with the world!!
Fickle Fans
Heres another amusing game for all to play. Simply take a look at the picture of Turners
Cross below and tell us what you think was Corks previous result.

If you guessed that the lack of fans meant that Cork lost their last game - youd be right!
Bastard Stewards
Its not legally possible to let you meet the bastard of a steward in Cork who kicked some of
us out one year for being near some people drinking. If it were, you would note the sloping brow,
vacant look and defensive posture charactoristic of such neanderthals.
Humour?

A notice in Cork pub, during the foot and mouth outbreak. This is the first and only recorded
evidence of a Cork sense of humour STIG has encountered. At least, we hope it was supposed to
be funny...
Just in case you are having trouble reading it, it goes, "Please disinfect your willy with
the mats provided outside the doors in case you had sex with animals lately. The Management."