That piece by Daniel Carey in the Mayo News about Johnno being put on the spot by the County Board executive about selection policies and team tactics and all the rest at that behind-closed-doors session last week is still jangling round inside my head like a song that I know I know but still can’t remember the title of. Especially that bit where, despite his deployment of that old rebuilding canard and the “I made no promises when I took the job” routine, Johnno apparently “left none of the delegates in any doubt that he believes he is the best man to deliver an All-Ireland for Mayo”. While you might think that none of that sounded in any way melodic, you’d be wrong – there’s a tune buried in there somewhere, I know there is.
I’ve got it. The Master of Melancholy, the Godfather of Gloom, the Prophet of Despair declaring I’m Your Man? Come on Lennie, you’re on: