Simulation a danger to the GAA
Joe Brolly
on May 17, 2012
WITH 12 minutes to go in the 1972 hurling final, the Cats were in dire straits, trailing by eight points to a rampant Cork.
Eddie Keher won a ball near the touchline and took a ferocious belt of a hurl in his unguarded face. Undaunted, he soloed through and drove a remarkable goal to the net. He turned and went back to his position, his face a mask of blood from the deep gash over his eye. The stitches could wait. Keherâs goal launched a legendary turnaround. He had been well held until that point, but after the belt went into overdrive. By the final whistle he had 2-9 to his name and Kilkenny were champions by seven points. It was a glorious and honourable day.
Mike Mac, Clare trainer during Ger Loughnaneâs glorious reign, famously said, âMen win All-Irelands.â In hurling, this is true. I vividly remember sitting in the Cusack stand for the epic 2009 final. Tommy Walsh was just in front of us when he got a powerful belt in the face from Tippâs Benny Dunne. The force of it knocked him to the ground but Walsh got straight back up, snarling.
Dunne was sent off because the ref had no option, not because Tommy was writhing around on the grass. Hurlers are men of honour. They zealously guard their dignity. Neither I nor anyone in the RTE Sports Department could recall an instance of a hurler feigning injury to get an opponent carded. This is because it does not happen.
The same can no longer be said of Gaelic football. There is a joke that did the rounds a few years ago. Why do hurlers not feign injury? Because Tyrone donât play hurling.
In a 2002 World Cup group game, Brazilâs Rivaldo was waiting for the ball to take a corner kick against Turkey. A Turkish player kicked the ball towards him as Rivaldo was looking the other way. The lightweight FIFA ball struck him below the knee. The Brazilian dropped to the turf clutching his face, then writhed around in agony on the ground until the referee produced a red card for the hapless Turk. We laughed and smugly shook our heads, certain that such dishonourable behaviour would never deface our game. Weâre not laughing now.
The following year, the Tyrone bandwagon rolled into town and the virus of feigning injury was injected into the game.
In the first round replay against Derry at Casement, Sean Kavanagh and Derryâs Padraig OâKane ran across each other near the sideline. Sean went down clutching his face. OâKane was sent off. Slow motion replay revealed minimal contact. In the Ulster final a month later, Downâs Gregory McCartan had a free awarded against him and petulantly tossed the ball towards Brian McGuigan who went down hard, hands glued to his face.
Another red card. In that yearâs All-Ireland semi-final versus Kerry, Peter Canavan tried to get Michael McCarthy sent off in the eighth minute in an absolutely shocking incident that has been immortalised on YouTube.
During a break in play, McCarthy was standing with his back to Peter with his arms outstretched. Canavan ran from behind into his arm, then went to ground clutching his face. McCarthy was yellow carded. Type âPeter Canavan hits the deckâ into your search engine and watch open-mouthed as the incident unfolds. Wee Peter dived so much that year a cartoon appeared of him on the internet in his Tyrone kit, wearing a snorkel and flippers.
The lowest point came in the final, when Philip Jordan ran into Diarmuid Marsden off the ball then went down rolling in anguish on the ground, cradling his jaw. The referee was conned and Marsden was red carded. When Central Council reviewed the video footage a few weeks later they revoked the red card and cleared the Armagh man.
In his autobiography Joe Kernanâs outrage was still palpable. He wrote of being, âDisgusted by the actions of at least one Tyrone player who mockingly clapped Diarmaid off the pitch.â The video is still on YouTube. Afterwards, Marsden â a man of integrity â was particularly distraught that his daughter when she grew up would find out her father had been sent off in an All Ireland final. As Kernan put it in his book, âThankfully, at least a good manâs name was cleared.â
Colm Cavanagh did for Derryâs James Conway in this yearâs McKenna Cup final. There was no contact between them at all. Big Colm, all six foot three and 15 stone of him, went down in agony. James was red carded. A somewhat sheepish CHC rescinded it when they watched the video and realised the referee had been taken for a ride. It has become commonplace.