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The strangest of summers takes another curious twist

Francis Farragher

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The late James Last’s Jagerlatein . . . the anthem of an Irish Summer.

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It’s stranger that things seem to be getting this year. There I was on a June Wednesday evening last week having a bit of grub after work when the TV was flicked on and amidst great contrived excitement the first English Premier League match for months was unveiled on Sky.

The feeling was more than a little unusual, something akin to listening to White Christmas or Frosty the Snowman on Midsummer’s Day, but for want of something better to do while the food was being consumed, an eye was thrown on the TV.

The rival combatants were Aston Villa and Sheffield United but for the best part of an hour this was the match where nothing happened . . . well apart that is from the Villa keeper carrying the ball over his own line only for Hawkeye to miss out on the goal because the post and a couple of bodies got in the way.

Playing in front of an empty stadium is probably not easy but on one of the channels, there was the option of adding in sound effects which were plyed with great gusto if the ball came even remotely close to either six-yard box. Here and there though, the producer didn’t get it right, with a massive ‘roar’ from the crowd as the ball trickled harmlessly wide.

I’ve nothing against soccer and for many years soldiered valiantly for my local club St. Bernard’s United but I do have lingering memories of how long – and at times how dreadfully boring – a bad game could be, a cause not helped by playing in goal and especially if your team was on top.

Those damn matches used to seem to go on forever. There was always a half-hour in getting ready when invariably a bootlace would break or a glove would be missing . . . each half always lasted 50 minutes with added-on time . . . while the interval breaks, especially on a cold winter’s day seemed to go for about 10 minutes too long.

But that was us. Junior journeymen in the great world of soccer and no one really expected us to be a Gordon Banks, a Bobby Charlton, a George Best or a Johan Cruyff. We pedalled our wares, did our best, and enjoyed a few scoops after the match.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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Coming to terms with the new normal of our daily workplaces

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The pros and cons of working from home!

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ON the greater scale of problems that we all have to face, it should never be too high up on the list, but yet when one moves house or workplace, there does tend to be little tinges of sadness with the transition, regardless of how hard-hearted we can all pretend to be.

Putting the bits and pieces of mostly materially worthless trivia into boxes for the move to the next home can still evoke memories of times good and bad; happy and sad; serious and comic — but all of which do evoke some little tug of the heartstrings.

We all age so gradually that at times we think haven’t changed at all over the past 30 years but then as a picture is resurrected from an old drawer, the realisation dawns that the world of youth has long passed us by.

Of course, there is absolutely no point in getting melancholic about what is, after all, the natural way of the world, and the overarching philosophy has to be, to live one day at a time and give it our best shot.

Whatever about a workplace shift, there are countless surveys and psychological studies that puts moving house high up there in the stress graph of life.

Buying or selling a house is, by all accounts, an absolute cesspit of traumas and is rated by most psychologists as well up there in the top-10 of ‘times in your life’ when you really feel under pressure.

Last year, UK property website Real Homes cited a survey of 2,000 homeowners, 40% of whom voted moving house as the ‘most nerve-wracking’ life-changing assignment that they had ever experienced . . .  even ahead of divorce, having a baby, or starting a new job.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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A step back in time to a day of unmitigated joy on Jones’ Road

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HIGH STEPPERS: Grown men in suits . . . women in high-heels . . . young lads with maroon hats . . . all seemingly floating on air after Galway's famous All-Ireland hurling victory in September, 1980.

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Like three people I spoke to last week – Cyril Farrell, Joe Connolly and Mike Conneely – I too was taken aback somewhat by the fact that it was 40 years ago last weekend, since Galway made their massive hurling breakthrough in the first Sunday of September, 1980.

There’s no point living in the past or fretting about how quickly the flywheel of time is passing but it’s only when you glance back, the realisation dawns that decades have passed by almost in the blink of an eye.

Those were very different times in Ireland and for someone just armed with a BA and the ‘H. Dip’ – eked out after four years of less than hard toil at the then UCG – there was another recession upon us and there was a lot scratching about to be done to get a bit of work.

The papal visit of John Paul II was still fresh in everyone’s memory, and in more superstitious minds, his trip to Galway Racecourse on September’s last day in 1979 was credited with eventually banishing the curse that had prevented the men in maroon from winning an All-Ireland title. (Folklore attributed the curse to a group of Galway players leaving Mass early many decades before that!).

For the previous eight years, Galway hurling had been knocking on the recovery door, winning All-Ireland under-21 titles in 1972 and 1978, before making an historic National League breakthrough in 1975 when defeating Tipperary in the final.

Everyone knew in Galway though that one final bridge had to be crossed before the county would be back as a hurling force – the winning of a second All-Ireland senior title, to eventually make that link between ‘the present’ and that year of 1923. 57 years was an awful long time to wait.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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Forlorn search for that first jogger wearing a big smile

Francis Farragher

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FOR starters, I have nothing against joggers, walkers, cyclists or swimmers, and I’m still managing to tick about three of those boxes myself, but I am a little perplexed, at never through the course of my lifetime, having witnessed a jogger ever wearing a smile on their faces.

Come to think of it, in a time when I used to take on the Saturday morning Park Runs at Rinville, there was never even the remotest inclination on my part to attempt a grin, as one grim effort after another was made to beat the 30 minute ‘Berlin Wall’ barrier for the five kilometre trek.

Joggers don’t really smile because during the course of their five, eight- or ten-kilometre circuits, they tend to be consumed with absorbing that rather harsh meeting of feet with a hard surface that seems to apply a rigorous test of endurance to ankle, knee and hip joints – and particularly so if the birthdays are beginning to mount up.

A number of years back, a very competent but quietly spoken surgeon at the Bons, who, to use to his own words, ‘cleaned out’ one of my knee cartilages, said that his general advice was for over-50s not to jog or run regularly on hard surfaces. “Walk, swim and cycle – at least one of them every day if you can,” was his advice, and I’m inclined to think that those were solid enough words.

Everywhere I go though, I can’t seem to escape those addicts of the road who boast about how fast they can complete a 10k or on how they plan to run in one of the national marathon events.

The last time, I had to walk the 2.5km from the local tavern, every step seemed pained and ponderously slow. By the time, I had reached home the warmth and mirth of the inn, had been completely obliterated by a cantankerous knee, little armpits of sweat, and the inevitable West of Ireland rain shower. And I didn’t feel even the remotest inclination to smile either.

For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.

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