I sometimes pity people who have no interest in sport. Write what you consider a real good poem and there's a thrill, a quiet feelgood sensation that flows through your body. Very very satisfying.
When however the team you support, who have given you precious little to cheer about for five years, suddenly pull a huge result out of nowhere, the rush can be so big that you feel physically as well as emotionally drained after it.
Such a night was last night. Shels who have languished in the lower division of the league for the past five years were serious underdogs as they took on St. Pats, riding high in the Premier Division. The first match was on Friday. We conceded just before half time, had a man sent off and that seemed to be it. But we found some confidence in the second half, scored a lucky goal and took it to a replay. The feeling was that Pats couldn't play as badly again and we'd lost our chance.
And to conceded a soft goal early on in the tie seemed to compound those fears. But Pats keeper took down our striker, and got sent off. We scored the penalty and from then on we played some lovely passing football while Pats hoofed the ball down the field. In the end we were comfortable 3-1 winners.
So an FAI Cup Final beckons on November 6th against current holders Sligo Rovers. It is a shame Michael Farry will be on a world tour at the time, as I'm sure our paths would have crossed at the Aviva. Again we will be serious underdogs but you can but dream...