In Greek mythology, Sisyphus, being punished for his deceitfulness, was compelled to roll a boulder uphill for eternity only to watch the rock slide down the slope every time he reached the summit. If you want to similarly creatively chasten an Irish person, you could arrange that they must watch the frantic denouement to Ireland’s 2014 Six Nation’s campaign over and over without ever getting the relief of Steve Walsh’s final whistle.
It’s one of the oddities of sport that high stakes occasions like the one we saw on Saturday in Paris (for the invested viewer anyway) is probably one of the least enjoyable experiences there is. The wait while Walsh tried to find any reason to allow France’s late score in the corner was particularly tortuous. Nerves ruin the experience of actually watching the contest. With that much on the line, it’s all about the pay-off once the right result is secured.
When the creators of this site asked me to write an article on the Premier League hypefest between the two Manchester clubs, I as a lazy person was naturally delighted. I mean who couldn’t push out a few paragraphs on a match where it seems the balance of power has finally shifted between the two local rivals. However, I came to the decision that the last thing the internet needed was yet another blogger discussing a match that has been covered angle to angle in all forms of the media. I also realise that the second last thing the internet needs is me writing opinionated nonsense, but I’m here now so I’ll persevere. So in a rare moment of enterprise I decided that I would write about something else, I would write about Katie Taylor.