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The Sun
3 days ago
- Sport
- The Sun
Horrifying moment rival football yobs blast FIREWORKS & batter each other with sticks in huge brawl before game
THIS is the horrifying moment where football yobs blast their rivals with fireworks amid a chaotic brawl. Video footage of the terrifying clash, which took place in Northern Ireland last night, resurfaced on social media and shows the details of the Call-of-Duty style fight. 4 4 4 The chilling video was uploaded on X (formerly Twitter) with a caption reading: 'Derry youngfellas making absolute mugs of the hipster Bohs fans from Dublin.' Masked yobs, wearing hoodies and tracksuits, can be seen waving golf clubs on one side of a metal fence. Meanwhile, a hooded figure can be seen holding some kind of firework which he uses to launch streams of explosive rockets through the fence. Running to escape the fizzing rockets, the men on the other side of the fence scatter as red and green sparks fly through the air. As one figure on the other side of the fence approaches the man with the rockets, the fireworks begin to hit the fence - showering everyone in red-hot, colourful embers. Then, a terrified girl can be seen running past at the bottom of the screen as she calls out: 'Daddy!' An unidentified man can be heard telling her: 'You're alright, you're alright, you're alright.' Veiled in smoke from the fireworks, the group with the golf clubs becomes almost invisible while the rival gang picks up huge heavy objects to hurl at the armed group. More hooded yobs can then be seen running past the girl and the unidentified man, as the terrifying fight continues. The Sun has approached the Police Service for Northern Ireland, Bohemians FC and Derry City FC for comment. Colm Whelan shakes fourth official's hand during Bohemians clash against Shamrock Rovers In other videos which have surfaced online, crowds of masked men can be seen hurling golf clubs at each other. In the distance, sirens can be heard while the huge crowd continues its brawl. Another shows thug hurling a heavy rock at someone he is fighting with. A fourth video - captioned with 'Bohs Derry tonight' - shows the group of thugs running from a police defender. Following the violent disorder, the Police Service for Northern Ireland released a statement about a clash between some supporters of Bohemians FC and Derry City FC. According to police, the fight- which took place at 7pm on Friday - teenage boy and a man aged in his 20's sustained injuries. Superintendent William Calderwood said: 'We believe that the disorder we witnessed on Friday evening was pre-arranged and we will be reviewing all available footage to identify those involved. "I would ask anyone with information or footage which could assist us with our enquiries to contact officers at Strand Road on 101, quoting reference number 1637 25/07/25. "A report can be submitted online using the non-emergency reporting form via or you can also contact Crimestoppers anonymously on 0800 555 111 or online at Bohemians FC faced Derry City FC at the Ryan McBride Brandywell Stadium last night. After a long and gruelling match, both teams were deadlocked at 1-1 and ultimately left in a tie. 4
Hans India
14-07-2025
- Politics
- Hans India
Five members of the banned CPI (Maoist) Party surrendered before the SP of Mulugu district
MULUGU: As a result of the awareness program jointly undertaken by Mulugu District Police and CRPF for the development and welfare of tribal people under the initiative 'Poru Kanna Ooru Minna – Mana Ooruki Tirigi Randi' and after learning about the rehabilitation benefits being provided by the Government of Telangana and the Police Department, five members (including two women) belonging to the banned CPI (Maoist) Party working in various cadres, voluntarily surrendered today before the Hon'ble SP Dr. Shabarish. P,IPS., of Mulugu district. Among them, one was working in the rank of ACM, and four were party members. From January 2025 till date, a total of 73 members of the Maoist party belonging to various ranks have joined the mainstream in Mulugu district. Among them, DVCMs – 03, ACMs – 10, PMs – 22, Militia members – 29, RPC members – 01, DAKMs/KAMSs – 02, and CNM members – 06. All of them are being provided with suitable facilities under the rehabilitation scheme by the government. Witnessing the declining condition of the Maoist party day by day, lower-level cadres are opposing the top leadership and are deciding to leave the underground life and live a peaceful life with their families. This is the main reason that so far, 73 armed Maoist party members have joined the mainstream in Mulugu district alone. Due to the withdrawal of support by the tribal villagers living in the forests, it is learnt that even food supplies are not reaching the Maoists, resulting in the deterioration of their health. It is reported that their physical condition has weakened to such an extent that they are unable to even walk from one location to another. More than 90% of these cadres are poor tribal. In order to ensure the development of their families, they are leaving the Maoist party and becoming partners in development. This is truly a positive development. Appeal to the remaining Maoist party members: Believe in the slogan 'Poru Kanna Ooru Minna – Mana Ooruki Tirigi Randi' and join the mainstream. So far, the 73 armed members who surrendered have received lakhs of rupees in cash rewards, immediate assistance, and rehabilitation benefits. The Government of Telangana is deeply committed to the development of tribal communities. The Police Department is also striving to fulfill its responsibility. Police camps will be established by the Police Department and Central Forces in the forest regions of Karreguttalu to ensure that the tribals there can freely use their resources. Appeal to the tribal people: If you support the Maoists out of trust or fear, your areas will not witness development. Development is possible only through democratic governments. Peaceful living and development of the people – is the objective of our Police Department.
Telegraph
09-07-2025
- General
- Telegraph
Dear Richard Madeley: ‘I don't want to admit my bully of a big brother was right all along'
Dear Richard, I've always had an uneasy relationship with my brother. He is three years older than me and a bit of a bully. We are now in our 60s. About 20 years ago, he was given a nice Georgian desk by his godmother. At about the same time he moved abroad and left a lot of his stuff, including the desk, in our parents' attic, as did I with a number of my possessions. When my parents had to sell their house two years ago, I moved my things from their attic to mine. But when my brother showed up to do the same, an almighty row erupted: he accused me of taking his desk and demanded it be returned. I was absolutely certain that I had not taken it; he was absolutely certain that I had. He went overseas again and we haven't spoken since. My dilemma is this: I've just been up to the loft and what should I find but – you guessed it – his desk. Perhaps my son, who's not party to the saga, moved it – or perhaps it was a senior moment on my part. My wife is proposing various elaborate scenarios in which we photograph the desk in the window of a charity shop or simply take it to the tip. I'm in no hurry to restore it to him, but I don't like to think of it up in the attic, silently throbbing with bad vibes. I don't see an outcome where we use this to 'heal' our relationship; I just want a minimum of drama. What's your take on 'the affair of the escritoire'? — P, via Dear P, I'm afraid you're not going to like it. But however unpleasant and overbearing your brother may be, there is one simple fact here. He was right. You did take his desk. It's not relevant whether you remember doing it, or if your son got it muddled with your other things – his desk is in your attic. He called it correctly – and no wonder he was angry when you flatly and repeatedly denied it. I certainly don't think you should play silly games. And as for throwing it on to the nearest tip... I hope you're not even remotely serious, P. No. Your course is clear. Write to him and make a clean breast of things. Tell him his godmother's gift did somehow find its way into your attic, you're extremely sorry, you apologise unreservedly, and ask him how he would like it returned. He may remain the S-H-one-T you describe him as – but you're better than that, aren't you? And you'll have done the right thing.
Telegraph
02-07-2025
- General
- Telegraph
Dear Richard Madeley: My daughter left our best camping gear at Glastonbury
Dear Richard, My 19-year-old daughter recently returned from the Glastonbury festival with bright eyes and a rich hoard of intense life experiences, but without the small yet fairly high-end tent and sleeping bag we had lent her for the weekend. She seemed not to see this as an issue (we had stressed the fact that these weren't disposable items, but clearly we didn't stress it strongly enough), and her vague account of how she came to mislay her camping equipment failed to convince. The worst-case scenario is that our gear was irredeemably soiled during some kind of drug-fuelled saturnalia – an image that no parent would wish to countenance – but I think it is more likely that, swayed by peer pressure from friends and neighbours with cheaper tents and/or richer parents than hers, she just grabbed her backpack (this was hers, and has made it back from Somerset largely unscathed) and wafted off to the bus stop. The drifts of abandoned camping gear littering the site at the end of the festival have always seemed mildly obscene to me, and I'm disappointed in our child (though I realise she is technically not a child anymore). We have always been pretty liberal about money with her, but I am minded to take the cost of replacing these things out of her allowance. Should I? – P, Suffolk Dear P, I'm a pretty liberal, relaxed parent myself. (At least I think I am. Maybe my kids would beg to differ). But I'm sorry – I think your daughter is taking liberties (which is the politer way of putting it. It's not quite how I expressed it in more muscular fashion to my wife just now after I'd read your letter). You made it crystal-clear when you lent the darling daughter some pretty expensive camping gear that you expected it back more or less in one piece. Instead, it's vanished into the Great Glastonbury Gap, and you've been proffered only the vaguest reasons why. That simply won't do. It doesn't matter if the tent, etc, was left behind out of sheer laziness or because it was discarded after being soiled beyond redemption. Either way it was your daughter's responsibility to bring it home. If she'd offered a heartfelt excuse and apology for failing to do so, fair enough. Stuff happens. But you say she was vague and offhand about the whole thing. Well, fine. That's your cue to be specific and focused about it. Calculate the cost of replacing tent, sleeping bag, etc, like for like, and, yes, deduct that exact amount from your daughter's next allowance. Be ruthless about it. No negotiation. She needs to grow up and it's your responsibility as her parents to encourage and enable that. Sometimes that means showing a bit of tough love. And frankly, P, I can think of shorter, sharper shocks than this one.
Irish Times
10-06-2025
- Entertainment
- Irish Times
I set two atheists up on a date. They spent the evening discussing God
I set two atheists up on a date. It was a few years ago, when the Covid -era restrictions had convinced us that we would never again meet a new person. Unless it was online. And we'd had enough of that. The two atheists, both friends of mine, met for a drink along the canal. They spent the evening discussing God. There is no greater power they both agreed. P, my closer friend of the two, believes that life and love are dictated by chance. Your soul mate might board the 7.15am train from Connolly to Pearse Street every morning. You board the later one. Maybe one day, you get the early one and meet them and start chatting. Or maybe they are sick and stayed home that day. You never meet. It's all down to chance. READ MORE P's date, on the other hand, believes in serendipity. Although serendipity is really just the romantic version of chance. So, take the above scenario, where in the latter instance this pair do not meet on the train. But a minor accident aboard the Dart lands one of the soul mates in the doctor's office, where she meets the other, who was kept out of work with illness. In the waiting room, he overhears her telling the receptionist about the incident and intrigued, he starts a conversation with his soul mate. [ I told my boyfriend about my soulmate, without registering his reaction Opens in new window ] The rest, as they say, is history. In the instance of my two atheist friends, the fairy-tale would become resigned to a brief historical footnote. If the opening scenes sounded like the beginning of a noughties romcom, starring Bill Murray and Kate Hudson , it wasn't meant to be. God had different plans in store. Or maybe one of them simply forgot to text back. Who knows. Anyway, this friend, P, and I lived together for a brief period and spent much of that time discussing existence, and much more of our time discussing love (to the extent that P politely suggested at one point, we could perhaps talk a little less of love). These are the topics reserved for people with whom you spend copious amounts of time, where the mundane need not eclipse the existential. Friends you see so often that conversations are conversations, and not catch ups. Believing in chance was a comfort, P told me; it removes control from your hands. Her admission reminded me of the 'humbling and character-building experience of astronomy' of which Carl Sagan speaks in his celebrated book, Pale Blue Dot. The insignificance of our individual experience is reassuring to many, while for others (me!) it is anxiety-inducing. 'Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged' Sagan writes, when we witness the diminutiveness of our home planet. Without the structure of a formal belief system, we have the freedom to create our own understanding of life. There is no doctrine to tell us how and what to believe; that might guide us or challenge our instincts and guttural value system. This freedom, however, can be intimidating. Choice is a scary thing. [ Illness management: 'If my condition does not improve, does that make it my fault?' Opens in new window ] I often wish, when it came to migraine, that I had a formal belief system to look to. One that could categorically assure that 'God does not give you more than you can handle', 'it will all make sense in time' or even the more kitsch, 'everything happens for a reason'. If everything does not happen for a reason, then why does it happen? Randomness feels a cruel instructor of fate. It was almost 20 years ago now that I received in my local church the blessing of the sick. It was not without hope that I walked up the aisle with my hands across my chest. Embarrassed by the jittery shimmer of hope I held that this teenage girl was destined for a miracle. That same year, an experimental doctor promised he would have my migraine cured by Easter time. Innocently and naively, I shared this news on my Facebook status with comparison to Christ's resurrection. (it didn't come to pass) More recently, a therapist asked me to outline my belief system. I began rather coyly but stopped abruptly when he began to interrogate. I didn't like his questions. I didn't want to lose this comfort to logic. My therapist, who enjoyed playing devil's advocate and readily contested anything I said, simply nodded and changed the subject. Perhaps he understood that, for pain without reason, the rational brings little comfort.
