The name probably means nothing. If some radio sports show were to have a panel discussion about top coaching and top coaches in this country, it’s doubtful Liam Moggan’s name would crop up. His profile is hardly prominent.

Turns out, there is something like it.

They haven’t come up with a term for it yet. Maybe they’ve developed an aversion for such things in Kilkenny since the ‘Drive for Five’ didn’t work out as they wanted.

We wanted it to work out for David Moyes.

It’s torture and in a way he’s tortured, but Pádraig Harrington has the good grace and awareness to realise he’s still one of the lucky ones.

Sorry, but is that it? Nearly a week on from all the hype and hysteria and no little fear that was triggered by the GAA’s new TV deal, has anyone actually looked at the games Sky has won exclusive rights to show?

I don’t think I’m alone in this, but more and more recently I find myself saying something which I once thought would be the last words I’d ever say: I hope Liverpool win the title.

Sometimes Jose Mourinho seems the most heartless man in football.

You heard the views of the Irish camp after losing to New Zealand last November.

The other day in a nice sitdown piece for RTÉ, Shane Horgan brought Brian O’Driscoll back to where it kind of all began for him: St Patrick’s weekend, 2000, Paris.