It’s time we spoke up for football

There is a train in India that travels between Mumbai to Delhi, you’ve probably seen it in an old movie at some point.

It’s a train so packed with people, it’s standing room only. Bodies hanging out of every available window and door and sitting on top of carriages, clinging on for dear life.

That train reminds me a little of the crazed negativity that has swept across Gaelic football for the past two weeks. Of course, Joe Brolly has been the overly enthusiastic train driver, and he has it rolling down the tracks at a runaway speed. Everybody is jumping on. The game is dead, dying or in need of urgent care at the very least, according to most accounts. There’s no fun in it for the players anymore apparently; slaves, don’t you know.