This is from the rule book; if the rule was enforced correctly then there would be no issue with the handpass. 99% of handpasses these days do not follow this
What players do nowadays, at best, is release the ball from their fingers and give a push with the palm of the hand. There is no definite striking action with the hand unless handpassing off the hurley
The problem with the above rule is that it is open to interpretation and a bit vague
Mark Landers will want var in to see daylight between the release of the ball and the hand before a strike⌠Derek McGrath reckons they are all legit but thereâs seldom striking, itâs all pushing as you said.
The rule needs to state that there needs to be a definite backward and forward motion of the arm for a handpass to be legal.
A 20 metre free for a throw would sort it out i think. Players would just stop throwing it.
Wax on, wax offâŚ
But yes⌠refs can clearly see the difference between an outstretched arm completing a pass in one movement versus a striking arm moving towards after release.
Getting rid of the handpass creates a lot more ugly facets of the game than it solves
Nobody knows any of the rules anymore in Gaelic football itâs just like rugby now.
Maybe youâre just too stupid to understand them?
Moving the Ladies Football Final from the last Sunday in September to the August Bank Holiday Sunday doesnât seem to be working out.
Do most of the best players not play AFLW instead now?
Analysing how much the game has grown by attendances at All Ireland finals is on relatively shaky ground given how they have compelled the clubs to purchase tickets for their finals and then barred clubs from playing any activities on that weekend
Itâs a nasty business, the gaa.
At least theyâre playing a great sport
As a child who attained conscious personhood in January 1987 (ie. I knew I was was a Liverpool and Celtic supporter and started actually remembering sporting events starting with Luton Town v Liverpool in the FA Cup Third Round) one thing that always hit me from the start was how our lives were essentially regulated by World Cup finals tournaments.
It was my bad luck to attain conscious personhood in the period which was far, far, far away from a World Cup finals, just after the greatest World Cup finals tournament of all, the centrepiece of all sport ever.
The particularly dark moments are the 5-6 months from the end of the World Cup final to the clock striking midnight to herald the new year. When youâre in a World Cup year but the World Cup is over, that World Cup year that you wait four years for is effectively itself over and you want time to motor on as fast as possible to the next year.
In all the other years, itâs not as depressing. One year after a World Cup offers a Rugby World Cup on the horizon and Euros qualifiers.
In Olympic years, youâre on the road to the next World Cup.
In pre-World Cup years, youâre properly on the road and you can smell the deathly final air of a do or die November qualifier.
I think of the period from June 30th, 1986 to December 31st, 1986 as a particularly dark time, like six whole months of arriving at 11am the morning after the party and finding nothing but empty cans and overflowing, beer sodden ashtrays.
Nevertheless, in all of those post World Cup periods in World Cup years, there was something to get you through.
In 1986 we had the glory of the Cork hurlers doing Cork things in Cork style and Tyrone beating the hell out of Kerry for 45 minutes. We had the Compromise Rules series in Australia and our lads beating the criminals up a stick. I left our fair island for the very first time. That was exciting. Though I didnât really experience any of this as I hadnât yet attained the proper conscious personhood that would only arrive on January 1st, 1987.
July 9th 1990 - December 31st, 1990 offered the glorious return of the Cork hurlers to perform an encore of 1986. It offered the Cork double. It offered a Collingwood Premiership in the newly formed AFL. It offered an All-Ireland B championship for Leitrim, Tony The Ice Cream Man Cascarino nodding home to save us at Lansdowne Road, one of the great major snooker finals ever between Hendry and Davis, the Simpsons and the Teenage Mutant Turtles on the telly and a woman president and German unification and me knocking lumps out of the Berlin Wall. It offered the tantalising nightly feast that was Eurosport News.
July 18th, 1994 to December 31st, 1994 offered the chance of Dublin ending the famine and regular trips to Dublin away league matches before Christmas. Sonia OâSullivan was conquering Europe and Devon Malcolm was skittling the white South African bastards out at the Oval. It offered Oasis.
July 13th, 1998 to December 31st, 1998 offered a hurling soap opera and a year until Sunday. The Compromise Rules was back under a new banner of International Rules. Ireland were BACK and on the road to Euro 2000. It offered a lot of drinking alcohol.
July 1st, 2002 to December 31st, 2002 offered a Dublin summer and an Armagh autumn and a Mick McCarthy dramatic exit. We were now into Heino winters and American football Sunday nights. The Ryder Cup was now in even years.
July 10th, 2006 to December 31st, 2006 offered An Corn Ryder, Dublin v Mayo, Cork v Waterford, shit All-Irelands and shit Ireland under Stan. It offered the tantalising glimpse of Croke Park opening to Garrison Games.
July 12th, 2010 to December 31st, 2010, offered the Twelfth, a Dublin rebound summer and Tipp ending the five in a row. There was a doozy of a Ryder Cup. It offered a Vincent Browne winter and the IMF and the excitement of a country in collapse, apart from the road to Euro 2012 in Poland.
July 14th, 2014 to December 31st, 2014 offered Martin OâNeill paving the road to France, and Jimmy beating Jim and an All-Ireland hurling final replay almost in October. It offered the promise of Paul McGinley falling flat on his face, at least.
Things started to get a bit shit in 2018 when the All-Irelands were moved forward and Euros qualifiers were ditched in favour of the UEFA Nations League which nobody took seriously, but at least the GAA still just about went into September.
Things got even worse in 2022 when the GAA didnât go beyond July and the Ryder Cup had moved back to odd years and there was no International Rules and no Euros qualifiers and Eddie Butler died and my eye went blind. But at least there was a World Cup at the end of it, a very good World Cup.
In 2026, the World Cup ended on July 19th, and from then to Auld Langâs Yne, the GAA ended on July 26th, there is no Corn Ryder, no International Rules, no Ashes Rugby League Test Series, no Tri/Quad Nations Southern Hemisphere Rugby Championship, no serious Test Cricket, no USA PGA being the final major of the year, no Euros qualifiers and a fucking clogfest of an EPL in store. There was Celtic v St. Mirren tonight. Or was it Kilmarnock.
There is the European Athletics Championships starting next Monday and THAT IS IT.
Christ itâs going to be a long autumn, and we all know autumn is winter.
Days I watched tv⌠chapter #45385
One thing that will get me through the autumn is the satisfaction of knowing how much I enrage you every time I post.
Crowds will be down if Dublin and Meath arenât involved, Galwayâs support could be effected by Camogie final too.
3 of the 4 Men Semi Finals being sell outs this year could well be a 1st.
I see August event season in Croke Park kicks off in earnest tomorrow night with a real Paddy footix extravaganza, an 82,500 sell out meeting of Leeds United v Manchester United.
Will be a great occasion
Itâll be a great chance for all the United fans to boo Harry Maguire again.
Lookit, if heâs not performing I for one wonât spare him.
