Up to my neck in sectarianism mars Carl fight
I WAS at the Carl Frampton fight on Saturday night at the Odyssey. What an atmosphere. What a fight. A really fantastic night, with all boxing fans united in cheering on a future world champion.
Great banter, with the crowd cheering such boxing personalities as Ricky Hatton and joining in the singing.
What a disappointment, then, to be subjected to a significant section of the crowd singing The Sash, followed by The Billy Boys as we queued on the top stairs to leave.
It was noticable that the singers ranged in age from teenagers to those in their twenties, thirties, forties, fifties and beyond – many of them female.
Given the history of Barry McGuigan and Carl himself, can we not leave this naked sectarianism in the past?
A brilliant night spoiled somewhat as I left the venue with the words, "We're up to our neck in Fenian blood," ringing in my ears. Same old Northern Ireland, then.
Anyway, I'll be back cheering on Carl again no matter what. Well done, wee man.