Spare Mayo the sympathy. They don’t want it

Before considering the wreath and awkward handshake for the Mayo post-mortem, consider perhaps a microscope and tweezers. We’re down to the smallest margins here.

Nobody would begrudge them if they were well done now with your sympathy and stilted consolations. What they’ll turn to – if not on themselves - is the cold, hard nights of winter to crash themselves against. Mayo lost. Everything after the full stop is noise to them today.

House private, no flowers, Con Houlihan might suggest.