The famine of our own making

THIS is a confusing time to be Irish. Digesting Ireland’s World Cup loss last Saturday morning to Australia, the international reaction led to a sense of satisfaction, a sense of pride that we are finally being accorded a little real respect on the big stage.

I don’t.

Due to the extension of what is now a very full GAA calendar, what with the All-Ireland qualifiers in both hurling and football, the rise and rise of camogie and ladies football, the strength of the club scene, I haven’t been writing a lot on rugby lately.