Life And Sport From An Armchair View
In the dark old days of the National Leagues before each division (rightly) was seen as a separate competition which their own Final, trophy and the like, the knockout stages went in such a way that whoever qualified from Div. 1 played whatever team came out of the fourth tier. Thus, it went that whoever... Continue Reading →
For those of you who might not be aware, yours truly walked with a walking aid between 1986 and 1991. That coming about after major corrective surgery on my legs. They had been tangled in an x shape from the time I was born. The manner in which the procedure was carried out was barbaric... Continue Reading →
As I begin typing this, it's 2:19am. Insomnia and a galloping mind rule the roost yet again. To completely extract the urine out of this writer, the song I can't get out of my head is Lou Reed's Perfect Day. Now read on... It most certainly is not. The old man not being about for... Continue Reading →
"God must me a Meathman" were the immortal words of Kevin Mallon on commentary for LMFM Radio on the day Jody Devine was the unlikely architect of one of the greatest acts of escapology engineered under Sean Boylan's stewardship, against Kildare in 1997. It's quite likely the people of Mayo with concur in the wake... Continue Reading →