Time for Ireland to recalculate percentages?

Are our hearts truly in these inquests any more, asks Larry Ryan.

Ordinarily, after an embarrassment on the scale of Tuesday night, the sad ballad of the little guy on the street would have had an airing. Maybe we have come to terms with his extinction. Have run him over, stuffed and mounted him above the mantelpiece.

Latter day episodes of great shame would have produced thorough socio-economic analysis, leading to the conclusion that you require grave poverty to forge great players.