A-Z Challenge 2015 – W is for Wexford 10k (first race of the year)

Yesterday brought a rest day in the A-Z blog challenge and while my creative mind took a break, my body had no such opportunity as Sunday was my first running race of the year – the Wexford Town 10k. The weatherwoman had forecast rain but we woke up to a stunning sunny morning for the early two hour drive from Dublin to Wexford Town on the south east coast. My company had a corporate involvement in the event which was also in aid of a charity and an extra vacation day was promised to all staff who took part in the 10k or half marathon. This was a no brainer…run 10k and get a day’s holiday!

After injury and illness had blighted my running training early in the year, a personal best was never on the cards but at the same time I was excited about the prospect of getting back to competitive action and seeing what the standard would be like. And how I would fare against the field. As it turned out, the standard wasn’t bad at all and the hilly route was certainly challenging. But the gorgeous weather and my lively playlist kept my spirits up. Though I didn’t push myself to the limit, I managed a mixture of brisk kilometres and a few where I needed to hold back and catch my breath. I usually like to wind up for a sprint finish so as I went through the last few kilometres back into town against a difficult headwind, the thought of sprinting over the finish like kept me going. The sprint finish was a nice way to finish the race and pick up a few places while clocking a time of 45 mins. 28secs. Four minutes off my personal best, but hopefully that can be broken later in the year! I was delighted too that my knee had held up during the race without any pain; the weeks of physio and exercises are finally paying off.

The sun stayed out as we enjoyed the buzz at the finish line while rehydrating and exchanging tales of the race with work colleagues and other local participants. Overall, a super start to the racing season. Now I need to sign up for the next few and step up the training!

A-Z Challenge 2015 – W is for Wexford 10k (first race of the year)

A-Z Challenge 2015 – U is for Underdog

Irish sports teams down through history have generally performed better in the role of underdogs. This role is often attached to the Irish because of a smaller playing population than other nations in field sports, but it’s also tied into the Irish psyche. We are a people who are averse to bigging ourselves up. Eternally uncomfortable taking compliments. Those who do show confidence in themselves and are willing to broadcast it to others are automatically treated with suspicion! ‘Who does that fella think he is? He’s getting ideas way beyond his station’. That kind of thing. We’ve always viewed the confidence of the average American with bemusement. American people portraying the best of themselves in actions and words is viewed as something that makes them a bit strange to us. As if expecting the best possible service in restaurants and having no issue in sending food back is something to be ashamed of. ‘Oh, we can’t be seen to make a fuss’ or ‘Don’t be making a show of yourself’ would be likely responses by an Irish person at the restaurant table rather than sending something back. So more often than not we’ll tell the waiter or waitress that the dish is ‘grand’, even when we think the opposite.

In the sporting context, Ireland has revelled in the role of underdogs in rugby and soccer as prime examples. While we are now on an even par with the best in the world now in rugby, there were decades when Ireland were the poor relation in the old Five Nations rugby championship. But every so often during those years Irish pride kicked in against the auld enemy England, leading to famous Irish victories. The 2007 Rugby World Cup could be seen as an example of the favourites tag not suiting us. With Brian O’Driscoll in his prime and Ireland consistently finishing in the top two or three in the Six Nations during the 2000’s, we were rightly considered an outside favourite to win the 2007 World Cup. There are a bunch of reasons why it went so wrong at the tournament, as Ireland lost to both France and Argentina in the group stages and went home without making the knockout stages. Overconfidence was given as one of those reasons. It just doesn’t suit us! Give us the underdogs role any day and we’ll revel in it. Thankfully, this mentality is gradually changing within Irish rugby as two successive Six Nations championships has backed up Irish confidence in the teams ability. Having the best coach in world rugby in Joe Schmidt also helps. With the rugby world cup coming around again this September, all of Ireland is quietly confident that we can do something special. But whisper it!

On the soccer front, Ireland has always punched above its weight considering we don’t have a professional soccer league. After decades of failure, Ireland finally qualified for major tournaments under Jack Charlton with the 1988 European Championships and the 1990 World Cup. And in both cases, without being one of the fancied teams, they qualified from the group into the knockout stages. At our next two tournament appearances – 1994 USA World Cup and 2002 World Cup – again we overachieved and qualified for the second phase. We had to wait until 2012 before Ireland appeared in a major tournament, the European Championships in Poland. Despite a mixed qualification phase, the team was generally solid and it was generally felt that we had a fighting chance against group rivals Italy, Spain and Croatia. As it was we were well beaten in every game, finishing bottom of the group with no points. Granted it turned out to be the strongest group as Italy and Spain were the eventual finalists. But it seems the hype and euphoria of qualifying after so many years led to us getting ahead of ourselves and expecting too much. Perhaps if the entire country had written off our chances before a ball was kicked and accepted our fate as underdogs, then the performances and results would have been better!

A-Z Challenge 2015 – U is for Underdog

A-Z Challenge – J is for June 1990

June 1990 – One of the most memorable months in the history of Irish sport, and soccer in particular. Ireland’s maiden World Cup tournament at Italia 1990 and the entire country came to a standstill for the month of June! After our decent showing at the Euro ’88 finals – Irelands first ever appearance in a major international soccer tournament –  Jack Charlton’s team impressively qualified for the World Cup. As the anticipation and excitement built ahead of the first match against arch rivals England on June 11th, a wave of optimism and nationalistic fervour swept the country. Despite being in the tail end of a recession, families and communities joined together and turned streets, parks and gardens into a celebration of colour as the green white and gold was everywhere. Bunting, flags, even inflatable tri-coloured hammers! Women waved good bye to their men for a month as several thousand Irishmen spent life savings or took out loans to get to Cagliari on the island of Sardinia by any means necessary in time for our first match. Planes, trains, and automobiles. And boats of course! The 1-1 draw on a sweltering June night was not pretty to watch but was celebrated at home as if we’d won.

Six days later the optimism at home was tempered somewhat as Ireland played out a very dull and frustrating 0-0 draw in the Sicilian sunshine against Egypt, the group outsiders. So Irish fate came down to a final group match against favourites and European Champions the Netherlands, on another hot night in Palermo, Sicily. Cue high drama once again! The Dutch were packed with world stars of the highest technique and one of them – Ruud Gullit – put them ahead after only ten minutes. Ireland gradually found a foothold and Niall Quinn forced an equaliser in the second half after a goalie error. The draw put both teams through to the next round.

On June 25th Ireland faced Romania in the afternoon sun in Genoa in the last sixteen, and after ninety minutes plus thirty minutes extra time neither team had scored. The players sizzled on the pitch, the fans had sweat buckets in the stands and back home the country overheated too as we faced into a penalty shoot out for the first time in our history. We watched through our fingers. Five successful kicks and one miraculous Pat Bonner save later, we had qualified for the quarter finals against the hosts and favourites Italy in Rome…the dream continued! And Rome is where the dream ended unfortunately, as Italy won a cagey match 1-0 in Rome on the final day of June.

Ireland were accused of negative and boring tactics in World Cup 90 by Irish and foreign media. Two goals in five matches backed up the argument. But that’s forgetting the real story, where a team had brought together a nation in economic turmoil and gave us four weeks of unbelievable pride and drama against some of the best football nations in the world. For a twelve year old like myself, it cemented an obsession with football and international football in particular. Watching my country hold their own in the sweltering Italian heat against world stars mean’t so much. And I was mesmerised too by the stars of that tournament who illuminated many cagey matches with moments of brilliance…Matthaus, Caniggia, Scifo, Stojkovic, Schillaci.

Half a million people lined the streets of Dublin city centre to welcome home the Irish team…that would have been around one eighth of the Irish population in 1990! My memories of watching that welcome ceremony on TV were not just pride but regret and sadness that we had not beaten Italy and gone further. Such was the hope the team gave us. They gave us one unforgettable summer, and their legacy went much further than that with the Irish baby boom in early 1991!

A-Z Challenge – J is for June 1990