St. Vitus' Dance
Skerries vs Richmond, AIL Division 3, Holmpatrick, December 15, 2001
Skerries 16 (O'Sullivan try, Brady 3 pens con)
Richmond 16 (Quinn try, Benson 3 pens con)
Kids
are fortunate these days. Whenever they decide to have an impromtu
kick around on a green area there's never any problem about
finding a ball. Increased opulence means that nearly everybody
has one. Not so in the old days. Then, the proud owner of the
ball exerted an influence that went way beyond his often paltry
skills. He was the one with exercice of veto and the continuation
of the match was entirely dependent on keeping him happy. If
things weren't going according to his private plans, or if due
deference wasn't being paid to his status as a property holder,
you could expect the metaphorical long whistle. With a frightening
display of power, he would confiscate the ball and begin the
solemn walk home.
The
shape of the match at Rockalyoke on Saturday put one in mind
of these bygone days. The ball was freely available in that
opening half as Richmond, with a substantial breeze to aid them,
built up their comfortable 16-3 lead with three penalties their
éminence grise, vetern out-half BENSON, and then, on
the threshold of the break, a converted try by QUINN. Within
ten minutes of the re-start BRADY had kicked a second penalty
for Skerries and converted a fluent try, finished by O'SULLIVAN
P. The pace of the Goats at this point augured well for the
outcome.
A
fragile 3 point lead and a full half hour to endure in the face
of a sharpening wind - no question about it. Richmond saw this
as the appropriate moment to confiscate the ball. While they
didn't actually walk off with it they might well have done so.
For more than 20 minutes the oval was interred in tortoise-like
mauls, emerging only for the single pass which prefaced the
next maul. How, you might ask, could an amateur rugby team maintain
such a herculean labour for so long, without respite? Well,
there also, the planning was clockwork. One cue, and off the
ball, vulgarly healthy men collapsed as if bitten by a snake
or stricken with an attack of st. Vitus' Dance. Now, snakes
are not commonplace in Skerries (the reptilian variety at any
rate) nor is St. Vitus' Dance one of the major maladies in Limerickmen,
but the referee didn't seem to notice the anomaly. And did they
not make the occasional handling error. You will wonder? Yes,
they did, but at the consequent scrum the Skerries push invariably
veered to the lateral, Richmond regained possession and the
circus started all over again.
Skerries
currently lack the degree of authority that is needed to reverse
these situations. There was less than five minutes left on the
clock when they finally lifted the visiting embargo and the
impeccable BRADY kicked the equalising points. The coaching
caucus was left wondering whether their glass was half-empty
or half-full. As always, only time will provide the answer to
that hoary dilemma.
Saturday
was a testing time for supporters also. Not all passed with
flying colours. A goodly number jilted the goat and opted for
the euphoria of Lansdowne Road. Some, from the elevated comfort
of the bar, donated one eye to the small screen and the other
to Rockalyoke, thereby insulting both games. A few, however,
steadfastly braved the cold and if they weren't quite in sufficient
number to drown out the sound of the vile philistine wielding
his chain-saw on the Shenick side they did, at least, show where
their affections lie. Amongst them was a man who captained the
club more that a half-century ago and for whom the journey to
Dublin 4 would have been the easy option. The coming months
will provide a worthy challenge to the Goats and tradition suggests
that they will not be found wanting. But they need more followers
of the calibre of Des Cashell.
