The highs and lows, the joys and agonies of gaelic football were never exemplified better than on Sunday with a brief switch over from BBC to RTE for Derry’s clash with Armagh.
At Clones, in the Beeb’s ever-decreasing broom cupboard, Jarlath Burns’ face was tripping him, his boys from the Orchard County far from the apple of his eye.
In Dublin, Joe Brolly was like an excited puppy as Eoin Bradley et al excelled and a Bradley hasn’t made such an impact since Alan bounced off that tram on Blackpool Promenade.
What happened next though was even more surprising than Pat Spillane saying he enjoyed the game, with Joe describing Bradley as the ‘Huckleberry Finn of Derry football, he’s totally insouciant’.
“What did you say?” asked Pat.
“Did you not do any French, Pat?,” enquired Brolly.
“No, I did Latin instead, Joe . . . but you could use some Latin to describe Bradley: ‘Veni, vidi, vici’, ‘I came, I saw, I conquered’.”
Meanwhile, Jarlath was penning a letter in Irish to the Sports Minister to complain of cross-border gloating. Just as well Nelson McCausland had left that part of Parliament Buildings or it would never have been read.