In today’s Hospital Pass, we consider the possibly fragile mindsets of two great footballers who’ve had their mind on a lot more than just football over the last while.
At this stage, everyone in Kerry is fairly well used to the rain. If it isn’t raining in Kerry, it’s either just stopped or it’s on the way. There’s a reason you’ve never heard of the Sunny South-West.
It seems, though, that some Kerrymen go a bit conkers when the black clouds roll in. Take a look at Paul Galvin, for instance. Now you might think he’s a bit conkers already (in a good way, of course). He comes from a rare breed of folk who can win a Footballer of the Year award one day, and swan down Fifth Avenue with a medallion around his belly-button the next.
Maybe it’s all that transatlantic stuff, that taste of the good life, that has turned Paul against the rain for good. Because it’s fair to say he hates the stuff these days.
This morning was a soft morning. And Paul Galvin doesn’t do soft.
Here’s a selection of tweets posted to his pgal10 account today: “It’s urinating rain in Keddy this morning. Oh my my my, oh my my my, oh my my my my, July??…. Boo and hiss and and and and PISS OFF RAIN!!”
Followed by: “farmers will b pleased. Rain.Plenty grass for the cows to eat. Well I hope the grass starts eating the cows now. See how they like that.”
And finally: “Baa baa black sheep have u any wool??… Aaaaaam well yaaaaaaa I haaaaaave but it’s soaking wet from all this fucking rain. BAAAAAAAAA.”
We don’t think he’s lost it, but if anyone’s seen him today, please let us know he’s alright.
Icon to i-gone
Quickly moving on, from one elusive iconic figure to another.
Graham Geraghty in Meath, to be precise. When Graham was restored to the Meath panel earlier this summer, at the ripe old age of 38, it’s fair to say we didn’t have high hopes about his prospects of making a big impact.
He almost proved us wrong: his comeback game against Kildare would have been capped with a decisive goal but for the realisation of the Great Refereeing Vendetta against the hapless Royals.
Since that day, though, he’s been spotted about as frequently as dodos and yetis. Although that’s not as infrequent as non-Meath people among you might think – Geraghty’s hometown these days is Athboy, and dodos and yetis can often be spotted hanging around Buck Mulligan’s on Saturday nights. Most of them in Ugg boots and pink tights.
Anyway, it could be the end of the road for Meath’s sixth greatest ever footballer. An Achilles tendon injury will keep him out of sight and out of mind for the rest of the year. Whether he’s as invisible to the bank manager is another point entirely.
