I meant to do this earlier but the pre-holiday pressure (I did mention I’m off on me holliers soon, didn’t I?) is beginning to bite, like a sticky corner-back or some such irritant. As a result, I didn’t get the time to do the normal Mayo News trawl of a Tuesday and so here, late and briefly, is what’s in it, which, of course, is a whole load of stuff about the Sligo match.
There’s the match report, the after-match quotes (nothing new compared to the nationals), Kev’s analysis and Sean Rice’s take on the game. Nothing earth-shattering in any of that but I thought Kev’s point about Mort being lucky that Bannon didn’t send him off for fecking him out of it was interesting. The picture that accompanies his column is good too and if I had the time I’d launch a caption competition on it. Mort does look like he’s saying something along the lines of “Ah would yah ever go fuck yourself yah big fat tub a lard” and, if he was, you’d have to agree that it was fair comment, even if it would definitely have resulted in a straight red.
That’s about all on the match. The rest of the weekend’s action was interesting too, in particular Derry’s loss to Fermanagh (which was largely attributable to Fergal Doherty’s absence and yet another “do everything to help the small guys” refereeing performance). Derry were the latest league champions to find that this tarnished crown was of little use to them when the real action started. I though they’d looked really sluggish against Donegal in their opening match and so their demise up at Healy Park was less of a shock than it was portrayed to be. And so Fermanagh reach their first Ulster final since the days of Peter McGinnitty back in 1982. Armagh beat them in that decider and they could repeat the dose this year but only if they first get past Down. The Brother is chuckling away to himself these days as he fondles that betting slip he has had for a few months now, the one where he put twenty notes on the Mournemen at 16/1 for the Anglo-Celt Cup.
Wexford’s wait for a provincial final appearance has been far longer than Fermanagh’s but they finally made it to the Leinster final at the weekend. Dublin are their most likely opponents in the final, but only if they account for Westmeath in the semi-final first. I think they will and then in a Croke Park packed to the gills with all those soccer-following fair weather supporters of theirs, the Dubs are likely to end Wexford’s long unbeaten run.
And what of poor old Paul Galvin? Looks like soccer is the only option for him this year too. But, as I said the other day, all this means is that the rest of them will now be even more fired up to succeed in his absence. All those of us in the ABK camp (i.e. everyone in the other 31 counties) can only hope that they draw one of that bunch of hard chaws from Ulster in the quarters. Better still, if Cork beat them in Munster, it’d be great to see them have to travel to Omagh or Derry for the final qualifier round. We have to live in hope …