This year’s tournament feels less like a global celebration than some nightmarish symbolic crescendo

It seems as if every human being fed into this great, soul-sapping contraption, whether established star or callow youth, has emerged beaten down,

Go into business with Tony Soprano and your nice Italian restaurant is going to get burned

It is this glimpse into the true soul of the Dub that makes the current struggles so delicious.

If there are certain things that mark out League of Ireland people and the clubs whose tumultuous fortunes they follow, then Finn Harps are all that and then some.

It is very difficult to imagine a Mexican wave taking place in a Six Nations match under Joe Schmidt

Easily the most enjoyable television of the week was provided by GB News, the fledgling national broadcaster for Brexit Britain, scourge of the woke and the remoaning.

It’s that time of year again, when Shane Lowry gets a gentle kicking for taking part in the Saudi International golf tournament.

From Belmullet to Ballaghdareen, the January gloom lifted upon Sunday night’s news that the pony-tailed Adonis of Kilmaine, Oisín Mullin, had rejected the sun-kissed, sleeveless life of the AFL in order to continue pushing the green and red boulder up the hill

Even your humble sports hobbit can acknowledge that this is a big story, one deserving of the attentions of a wider, non-sports audience and possibly even worthy of missing the early frames of Mark Allen against Judd Trump in the Cazoo Masters