Galway v Clare


#1764

If they had taken half their chances and still lost, it would have been more palatable.
It reminded me a lot of 2014. You can’t have a lash off the ref, you can’t be on about dirt. The reason for defeat lies 100% at your own door.
Terrible hard to take


#1765

I mainly agree with this, and his newspaper stuff tends to be dreadful, but I did enjoy his books about Sligo Rovers and the 2003 championship season.


#1766

Is Jamsie not from Galway?


#1767

Of Galway stock alright. Like the best of us Claremen :wink:


#1768

I think Jamsie lived in Galway until he was 11 or 12. I remember him mentioning the 1980 final in an interview a few years back, he was still living in Galway at that stage and roaring them on.


#1769

His father is a Galwayman, can’t remember exactly where.


#1770

Woodford


#1771

Our hearts went out to them.


#1772

Ballinakill. Moved south at 11/12 but learned his skill in galway. And it showed.


#1773

Some spot. A fella was eaten to death by fleas up that way once.


#1774

Definite hills have eyes vibe up there alright


#1775

The ould fella was supposed to take a job out that way before we moved to Clare. Close shave.


#1776

You’d fit in grand.


#1777

I’ll take that in the generous spirit it’s intended.


#1778

Woodford is Kinvara without the scenery. Crusties, cider, dope, trad music and general lawlessness.


#1779

Ah no, it has the general lawlessness alright.


#1780

A lot of dutch crusties up that way. Very environmentally-friendly chaps by all accounts. Lots of plants and herbs planted.


#1781

Not unlike the Ballinakill in Laois so


#1782

Agreed, two fine books. Sweeney is a grand writer when you agree with his standpoint, nice line in twee as well when he wants


#1783

The Sligo Rovers book dates from 1997. ES was trying to beome the Irish Nick Hornby, following the huge success of Fever Pitch (1992). There are dung beetles out there less adept in the opportunism stakes. Seven years later, ES had set about reinventing himself as ‘A GAA Fanatic’ for The Road To Croker (2004).

He is a spectacularly bad writer. The Photograph (2000) bids fair as the worst Irish novel of the last 50 years. Have a gander at the descriptions of gaelic football matches, the descriptions of the Joe Dolan type character’s sex life. Same old story: an Irish ‘writer’ trying to make himself appear ‘sophisticated’ by satirizing ‘De Valera’s Ireland’. Those people without imagination and genuine talent – George Byrne, Julian Gough, Declan Lynch, Dermot Morgan et al – go this low road. Slight credit where slight credit is due: ES at least desisted from trying to hammer a novelistic nail into the anvil of severe mediocrity.

May as well make clear that I have never met ES or had any dealings with him. A friend of mine once had the amusing experience of watching ES and Patrick McCabe fighting over a young wan in an early house on the Galway Docks, back when ES was still considered a ‘novelist’.