The Ireland international rules football team is the representative team for Ireland (both Northern and Republic jurisdictions) in international rules football, a compromise between Gaelic football and Australian rules football. The team is made up of Irish players from the Gaelic Athletic Association and Australian Football League.
Prior to 2006, an under-19 and under-17 team had participated in a similar series, while a women's representative team participated in 2006 only. Currently, the Ireland team plays at least one of its home games at Croke Park, with recent alternative venues being Pearse Stadium in Galway in 2006 and the Gaelic Grounds in Limerick in 2010.
At present the only team Ireland plays is the Australia international rules football team, on an annual basis in the International Rules Series. As of 2011, Ireland have won six of 12 series, lost six to Australia, won 12 of 24 test matches played and participated in two draws, all since the 1998 Series.
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“...I’m not money hungry.... People who are rich want to be richer, but what’s the difference? You can’t take it with you. The toys get different, that’s all. The rich guys buy a football team, the poor guys buy a football. It’s all relative.”
—Martina Navratilova (b. 1956)
“No people can more exactly interpret the inmost meaning of the present situation in Ireland than the American Negro. The scheme is simple. You knock a man down and then have him arrested for assault. You kill a man and then hang the corpse.”
—W.E.B. (William Edward Burghardt)
“Critics are more committed to the rules of art than artists are.”
—Mason Cooley (b. 1927)
“...I’m not money hungry.... People who are rich want to be richer, but what’s the difference? You can’t take it with you. The toys get different, that’s all. The rich guys buy a football team, the poor guys buy a football. It’s all relative.”
—Martina Navratilova (b. 1956)
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—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)