Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Cold Cocked in Croker
I don't often watch Gaelic football - it's got none of the finesse of hurling and there seems to be a premium on being a hard man. And then there's the technical issue of the tackle - the choices seem to be a shoulder charge or a lot of hand flapping. But last Sunday I watched the Kerry Dublin match from start to finish and was almost persuaded that it's a reasonable diversion. Kerry's passing, running into space and general creativity in the wide open spaces of Croke Park were a joy to behold. Unless of course you were a Dublin fan - in which case you wondered how a whole team could freeze in unison. Almost every sports journalist in the country had made Dublin favourites - a fatal diagnosis against Kerry.