Brave Inca and Montezuma’s revenge

IF it’s Cheltenham, it must be time for Moynihan to make a gom of himself again.

One of the immutable laws of the Irish Examiner sports desk came into force yesterday afternoon, with yours truly sent out of the office with nothing for protection but mocking cackles ringing in the ears, and a last reminder to hang on to my dockets: “The slip of paper? You know? Don’t throw that away like you did last year.”

Last year I’d been in desperate straits – out of my depth? I’d been so far from shore that Pamela Anderson, Skippy and Flipper combined wouldn’t have rescued me. I’d considered studying the entrails of a chicken or sacrificing a goat to the Greek gods of gambling.