Meanwhile in Kerry, an embittered old man polishes his father's medals and stares into the middle distance, while a nation celebrates.
The only sound, other than singing, during God Save The Queen was of a large portion of the Irish media muttering "Ah crap, there goes my pre-written story". Their attempts to whip up some controversy last week over the matter were despicable and pathetic. We deserve better.
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Completely agree, but imagine what would have happened had the result gone the other way? and I'm not talking about disorder, simply sentiment might have been quite different.
Well it would certainly have dampened the national euphoria but I doubt if people would have suddenly started thinking it was divine retribution for letting God Save the Queen be sung at Croker. My guess is people would (eventually) shrug and think 'Well, that's sport for you'.
That the result matched the event's significance was merely icing on the cake. A particularly rich, enjoyable icing but not entirely essential.
It does raise the interesting thought that the 150 republican die-hards - and I use the phrase deliberately - were (probably) hoping England would win.
It does raise the interesting thought that the 150 republican die-hards - and I use the phrase deliberately - were (probably) hoping England would win.
Like those, who according to Marc Coleman, were delighted with the sudden flux on the stock market suggesting that it was 1929 all over again - 'you see, a large equity market can't be relied on to keep the economy going'- only to see their own SSIAs get wiped out. Well, okay, I am one of them Marc.
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