Still asking the little questions in my head

There are questions I asked, and questions I wish I’d asked. Over the years in sporting situations, some queries have materialised in the frontal lobes before being pushed to the back of the cranium, where they hang remain, spiky and unfulfilled.

Among them: 1 Why are you so freaking grumpy? It was before a rugby international a few years ago. The man made available to the press produced a dazzling array of monosyllables and shrugs while grinning sarcastically. I’m still sorry I didn’t ask what his problem was, particularly as I see the ray of sunshine he became later when advertising something.

2. Did you really not see that? It was an inter-county game and one of the manager’s players had committed a foul that was so... I want to use the word ‘egregious’ with a straight face, having heard it used so often in The Good Wife... so glaring and obvious that it was almost funny.