Regular readers will know that I don’t hold with the mutterings one sometimes hears on the bleachers (and, indeed, on the telly) about the supposed shortcomings of Conor Mortimor. Even in that empty cavernous cathedral of Gaelic football last Saturday, where Mort contributed 1-4 (most of it from play) to our total of 1-9, there were a few detractors within earshot and, of course, that prick Brolly had a few snide comments to make about him as well. (Incidentally, I think he was right to take his point early in the second half: I’m not sure that goal chance was as easy as it looked and you can imagine the howls from the anti-Mort brigade had the goalie saved it).
So, for everyone who would continue to question Conor’s value to the cause, it’s worth pointing out that, despite a poorer than average championship campaign on his behalf (see? you’ve got me started now), the records show that, once again, he was our leading scorer in the championship this year. That’s seven years on the trot that he’s done this, as he’s also done for every league campaign – bar one (2006, in which he didn’t feature all that much) – back to 2002 as well.
As I’ve pointed out before, the problem with Mort isn’t Mort himself, it’s the lack of other complementary and varied attacking options within the side. Yet again the last day, we saw plenty of high ball being hoofed into him as if he was Kieran Donaghy. He isn’t (that reminds me of the classic Jimmy Magee-ism – “He’s not Carl Lewis but then who is?”) but, as Tom Parsons’ switch late on into full-forward showed, with a big man in there, we could trouble opposing defences a lot more. Moreover, as the stats so clearly show, we can only hope that – as Young Mort morphs into Old Mort – he continues to outperform in the scoring stakes for us.