The doyen of Irish rugby football broadcasters has sadly passed away.
He is and will always remain synonymous with the golden age of Irish rugby - when the game was amateur, entertaining, had characters, and when Ireland were perennially shit.
His voice was always enthusiastic, his voice was always welcoming, his voice was always full of knowledge, his voice was always full of hope - usually false hope as Ireland got thrashed, but no less hopeful for that.
The Cogleys are the first family of Irish sports journalism. Mitchell was a proud Wexford man who would have enjoyed Saturday night’s demolition of Kilkenny immensely. Fred built on that legend. Niall carries it on.
We’ve all heard of Fred mate. He was a staple of our Saturday afternoons during the time when most of the Irish population cared little for rugby and most posters on here probably liked it. Then that fucking Toyota PLC in Limerick came along and ruined it for all of us.
One can safely assume you’ve lived a very sheltered life for the last 30-65 years (insert whatever age you are) given that you haven’t heard of one of Ireland’s greatest ever sporting commentators.