Well, here we are again.
Like many of you, I’d say, I don’t have the appetite – or the heart – to go over in any kind of forensic detail about what befell us yesterday. But I know too that the crushing disappointment we all feel isn’t going to lift today or, indeed, for a good few days after that either.
Our performance yesterday at Croke Park – on the field and on the sideline – was never at the level required to win an All-Ireland. An All-Ireland that was there to be claimed but, instead of grasping it for ourselves, our countless errors handed it to a grateful Tyrone team who were the worthiest of winners on the day.
Where we go from here is anyone’s guess. Next year, like every other year, we once again start back down at the base of the mountain, with everything to do and everything to prove all over again. But it’s hard even to think about next year this morning.
And it’s hard too to avoid the conclusion that the accumulation of final defeats has locked us into a self-perpetuating cycle from which I’m not sure we’re ever going to escape. We should have won at least four or five of the finals we’ve contested since 1989: how can we be confident, given how many opportunities we’ve spurned, that, if we get back in to another decider, things will end up differently for us?
Losing is tough, losing the way we lost yesterday is tougher still. Losing with no end in sight to these kind of losses is the toughest of all.
Needless to say there’ll be no post-match review of the coverage on here today. To be honest, I’m pretty spent at this stage and a subject matter focused on something other than our travails would be good for the mind today.
There will, though, for those who are up to it, be a match-day episode of the podcast up later on. The MOTM poll is still open too, with Lee well out in front after his lion-hearted display yesterday, and I’ll close the book on that too later on this evening.
Take it easy, all. Back with those bits later in the day.