Micheál Quirke: Sledging damages football’s fabric

Watching Donegal and Tyrone on Sunday brought me right back to when I was just 17. I played my first full season with Tralee’s Super League basketball team — the Tigers. I was a young kid who had never experienced playing against seasoned Americans before.
The very first game I played in the Sports Complex, I was matched up against a 6’10” Yank from inner city Washington. From the tip-off, this guy didn’t stop what they call ‘trash-talking’ across the pond. He incessantly badgered me about my appearance; my goofy haircut in particular seemed to amuse him— in fairness, it wasn’t the coolest of cows-licks you’ll ever see — he spoke about my family, my game.