Tag: @LiveDarts

  • You can throw the form book in the furnace

    You can throw the form book in the furnace

    When Meath football was at its zenith in the late 1980s and early to mid ’90s, they must have been a nightmare for anybody attempting to preview matches going on what sort of form teams had been in leading up to the fixture in question. Furthermore, oddsmakers must thank their lucky stars in-running betting wasn’t…

  • Seeds falling quicker than leaves in Christmas painkillers

    Seeds falling quicker than leaves in Christmas painkillers

    Anyone who has been perusing content in this space for any length of time will know that this time of year is far from the favourite portion of the 12 month cycle. Equally, however, it’ll scarcely shock anybody to realise sport is generally the best medication for such ills. Yes, there are a plethora of…

  • Call me Grinch if you must but in this corner sport saves #Dartsmas!

    Call me Grinch if you must but in this corner sport saves #Dartsmas!

    It’s beginning to look a lot like #Dartsmas. If you’ve been perusing content in this location for any length at all you’ll know the months of November and December are absolutely detested here. It’s been so for more than a decade at this stage but has been amplified to incalculable levels since da departed for…

  • Strength in numbers lets the dragons torch the rest

    Strength in numbers lets the dragons torch the rest

    One of the blessings, or curses depending on what way you’re looking at it, of being liable to watch nearly any sport on the planet is that there’s very seldom a shortage of something to occupy the mind with. Be that as it may, I would always be a great believer in ‘A place for…

  • Green Machine or wounded lion he’s still the most dangerous

    Green Machine or wounded lion he’s still the most dangerous

    There are certain things in life about which yours truly would be very sporadic. Reading absolutely sitting atop any such ensemble. But there are other occupants. Some of which may well be familiar to regular callers in this space. Watching tennis during Wimbledon, Cricket if The Ashes are on at Christmas, snooker at Crucible time.…

  • Ferret shows the fluctuating fortunes of rapidly changing picture

    Ferret shows the fluctuating fortunes of rapidly changing picture

    How in the name of who or whatever runs the world is it April already? It only seems like last week one was brimming with giddy optimism for Colm O’Rourke’s stewardship of the Meath team, the upturn in Manchester United’s fortunes under Erik ten Hag and the, as it was then, forthcoming Cheltenham Festival. Now…

  • Green Machine going up through the gears

    Green Machine going up through the gears

    In sports where combatants compete on an individual basis, it logically follows that opponents will cross paths with each other fairly regularly. For example, Tennis and Snooker and Darts. The latter being the focus of attention hereafter. Between the ordinary ‘Floor’ tournaments and the bigger televised events, even Stephen Hawking would get hard to keep…

  • He’ll make sure we keep talking about him

    He’ll make sure we keep talking about him

    The prospect of Eamon Dunphy, John Giles and even, Lord help us, the most boring man alive, Liam Brady, in conversation is always worth a listen. Though it will never be quite the same without Bill in the chair. Now read on… Recently, the latest edition of Dunphy’s excellent podcast, The Stand was happened upon…

  • Move over Spielberg, this Hollywood star writes his own script

    Move over Spielberg, this Hollywood star writes his own script

    The above heading could quite easily be in reference to Rory McIlroy. The world’s most talent-endowed golfer literally is from Hollywood. The Co Down incarnation that is, not the one with the famous paving slabs. It would be quite the document too, given all the highs and lows the soon-to-be 34 year old has gone…

  • You were right there Michael on the night

    You were right there Michael on the night

    Few, if any, however, could’ve predicted the manic majesty of what was to transpire when the two combatants returned to the oche after the first stanza. Put in this way, there was more than Wayne Mardle lost for words.