Frantic weekend of sport hums to the sound of a thousand vuvuzelas
They make the same sound, become hypnotic over time, and somehow obscure sporting joys and sorrows in these days when most of us are in danger of being overloaded by flash floods of sporting tidings from home and abroad.
In any other season but this the slaughter of Ireland by the All Blacks would have cast a pall over the nation for the better part of a week. We have forgotten the worst of it already because of that Zzzzz of excitement and hype from the World Cup games. We are even insulated against almost certain further slaughters to come from the tired and spent warriors who kept us happy all winter. And that amazing insect hum of those vuvuzelas somehow also leaped the time warp to energise the football championships here at home as they reach one of their most fascinating stages. I swear I could hear them inside my head during all those electric extra times that blazed over the weekend.
