Sport isn’t always black and white

Strange day, strange performance by Ireland last Saturday.

For television duties, I was one seat away from where I have sat as an Irish substitute in the stadium. And quite bizarre it was, watching the warm-up, wondering would the ball bounce towards me, triggering fanciful thoughts of jogging and kicking again. A chance maybe that I’d get a call, an opportunity to change the game?

Pathetic am I, though in mitigation, this was my first Irish game since my own international career went south.