Tadhg Kennelly

Bright-Oak wrote:I have zero respect for Kennelly, read an article about him in the Irish News and the picture of him Irish dancing in the HS disgusted me.

Yeah his timing was poor and he had his jump 3's and hop 3's all mixed up.

''ps I wonder did Donal Og poof-read his own biography! ''

I see RTE reporting that Kennelly is going back to Australia. I am gonna wait until he proof reads the report before I believe it ......

Jayo Cluxton wrote:I see RTE reporting that Kennelly is going back to Australia. I am gonna wait until he proof reads the report before I believe it ......

if he does that'll be another blow to Kerry thats Tommy Walsh Dara and now Tadgh ..........

This is the latest report on the fornt page of the Irihs paper her ein Sydney...

Tadhg Kennelly is set to make a sensational return to the Sydney Swans.

Sources close to the player in both Kerry and Sydney have told the Irish Echo that the 28-year-old will announce his return to Australian Rules football before the end of November.

The former Swan, who returned to Ireland earlier this year to win an All-Ireland Senior Football Championship medal with Kerry, remains on the Swans’ playing list and is set to rejoin the club ahead of the December 2 deadline, the Irish Echo understands.

He is due in Sydney next week to launch his autobigraphy, leaving behind a storm of controversy that engulfed him in late October over comments in his biography.

The Listowel man owns property in Sydney and his long-term girlfriend Nicole Noonan still lives here.

Swans head coach Paul Roos has denied that any deal has already been done for Tadhg’s return to the club but there is no doubt that he would be welcomed back into the club with open arms.

“I haven’t heard from Tadhg but the ball is pretty much in his court,” Roos said last week. “I think he knows there is a deadline, Tadhg and his manager would be aware of that. It’s really up to Tadhg.”

Irish Echo efforts to contact the player failed.

Kennelly will appear in bookshops in both Sydney and Melbourne in mid-November as he promotes his biography, Unfinished Business.

And in one of the sports columns at the back of the newspaper was this little doozy, to the tune of Don McLean's American Pie...

"A long, long time ago, I can still remember,
How the football used to make him smile.
I knew that if I he got his chance,
That Tadhg could make that Kingdom dance,
And maybe he’d be happy for a while.

But mid-October made me shiver,
Every paper they’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
He couldn’t take a right step.

I can’t remember if I cried,
As I read accounts of Tadhg’s demise,
But something touched me deep inside,
The day, he did, decide,
That he was going,

Bye-bye, back to Sydney I’ll fly,
Had some bevvies, took a levy,
Told a little white lie.
And them good old boys who thought that he was their guy,
Are singin, this is now the end of our Tadhg.
This is now the end of our Tadhg.

Did Scott write his book with love?
And did Tadhg have faith in JOC above?
A bit of libel helps you grow.
And did you believe in Tadhg’s real goal?
Well not if you are from Listowel,
And will the Swannies give him one more go?

Well, we were all in love with Tim,
And we thought we’d feel the same for him,
But he may now kick off his shoes,
And head back to play the Carlton Blues.

A lonely teenage broncin buck,
Returned to Kerry and the summer muck,
But he knows that he’s plum out of luck,
As the Kingdom now decries,
It’s time to go,

Bye-bye, to Australia fly,
Had some bevvies, took a levy,
Told a little white lie.
And them good old boys who thought that he was their guy,
Are singin, this is now the end of our Tadhg.
This is now the end of our Tadhg.

For 10 years you were on your own,
But for the medal you went home,
Just how was it supposed to be?
One year later we’ve all seen,
True colours aren’t just gold and green,
What’s left in Kerry as your legacy?

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
Tadhg flew back for Sydney’s weather,
Eight miles high but falling really fast.
He landed Murph foul on the grass,
Then tried to hang out Galvin’s ass,
Though a medal he had just secured at last.

The full-time air was sweet perfume,
Artane Boys played a marching tune,
Tadhg soon got up to dance,
He’d come on home and took his chance,
The players now they lapped the field,
The marching band refused to yield,
But soon it was to be revealed,
That this would be, his final reel.

And as we watched him on the stage,
Dancing, smiling, come of age,
No angel born in hell,
Could break that Swannie’s spell.

As the flames climbed high into the night,
And much to the AFL’s delight,
Paul Roos knew he would see the light,
The day he caught that flight,
Back to Sydney,

Bye-bye, to Australia fly,
Had some bevvies, took a levy,
Told a little white lie.
And them good old boys who thought that he was their guy,
Are singin, this is now the end of our Tadhg.
This is now the end of our Tadhg.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
Tadhg’s love spell had been broken.
And the three men they’d admired the most:
The father, son, and now Tadhg’s ghost,
Caught the last plane to the Central Coast,
The day the Kingdom cried.