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Is Irish DNA wired to guarantee sporting heartbreak?

Jonathan Sexton misses a crucial penalty for Ireland against New Zealand. Photo: Getty Images
Jonathan Sexton misses a crucial penalty for Ireland against New Zealand. Photo: Getty Images

NEIL FRANCIS usually writes good pieces about rugby and at the weekend he wrote a great one.

His column in the Sunday Independent got the heart of why New Zealand are such an all-conquering rugby force. Via Bill McLaren and Field Marshal Erwin Rommel he explained the breath-taking Kiwi fighting prowess.

Usually sports writing that indulges in war metaphors is trite and hideously overblown. This, though, was a rare article which managed to show you how sport reflects the world and its greater truths instead of being merely a beautiful distraction from it all.

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Francis wrote: “Genetic disposition, superior group intellect, cardiovascular and muscle skeletal advantage, fast twitch muscle groups in their islander players, a killer instinct, greater hand-eye or anticipatory skills – either way they have ‘it’ on us and every passing year we seem to either improve or disimprove with the tide. The tide being the mark of excellence set by the All Blacks.”

What’s particularly arresting, for me at least, is not the notion that the Kiwis are made of the right stuff – it’s the assertion that, by comparison, we are made of the wrong stuff.

The day after the game, our latest in a century-plus of losses to New Zealand, I am still distraught by the outcome.

To be honest, I didn’t think it I still had it in me to be so disappointed by a game involving nobody that I know.

I believe that it is, at the very least, undignified for an adult to allow a result of a match to affect their mood for longer than a few minutes after the last whistle. There are far more vital things to be concerned about. I keep telling myself that, but the hurt won’t go away yet.

Ireland had amassed a stunning 19-0 lead in the first half. Photo: Getty Images
Ireland had amassed a stunning 19-0 lead in the first half. Photo: Getty Images

Jonathan Sexton had a kick to win this match. The kick was routine for anybody of professional place-kicking standard. Even a half-decent 14-year-old would expect to slot it. But Sexton missed.

I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’m well pissed off with Sexton. Do I have any right to be angry with him? Absolutely not. He is a dedicated athlete who has worked tirelessly to become Europe’s most sought-after out-half. I’ve done nothing at all of sporting note. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the toil and single-mindedness, allied to talent, it takes to get to where Sexton is.

The thing is, I knew he was going to miss.

I knew because if I had to take that kick – or more appropriately, if I had to perform a routine work-related task and in the process allay a century-long curse and ignite all Heaven to break loose, I would have missed too.

Sexton was taking all day to kick the ball. You could hear the voices in his head from across the Irish Sea.

The difference between an eight-point lead and five-point difference, with five minutes to go, was crucial. The All-Blacks were going to have possession at least one more time. Being the All Blacks, there was a decent chance they would get over for a try. So this was the kick for the win. This was the moment … And it slipped past the near post, almost apologising for itself as it went.

Abraham Maslow and Frank Manuel came up with the Jonah Complex – or a fear of success.

“It is the fear of one’s own greatness, the evasion of one’s destiny, or the avoidance of exercising one’s talents. Just as the fear of achieving a personal worst can motivate personal growth, the fear of achieving a personal best can also hinder achievement.”

A dejected Tommy Bowe after New Zealand scored the try that preceded a winning conversion. Photo by Phil Walter/Getty Images
A dejected Tommy Bowe after New Zealand scored the try that preceded a winning conversion. Photo by Phil Walter/Getty Images

They might as well of been talking about Irish sport, rugby in particular. How often have our team been denounced as pathetic, only to roar back with a performance of feral nature, raging against the audacity of friend and foe who have dismissed their skill and strength of character?

And how many times have we choked when on the threshold of realising the spoils of such outstanding performances?

Off the top of my head, I’m thinking about conceding to Australia moments after Gordon Hamilton had started a riot between the corner of the North Terrace and the West Stand of the Old Lansdowne road.

Then there was the 2011 World Cup: Australia dismantled before a limp display against Wales in the quarter-final. Even our finest hour, in Cardiff in 2009, was almost ruined after Wales were presented with a penalty and a kick to win at the death.

The cycle of dire performance, followed by universal scorn, followed by backs-to-the-wall defiance, followed by flirtation with greatness and then a return to abjectivity does nothing for the national esteem.

Those looking for positives from this performance won’t have to look far. A pessimist though, and who could be anything but today, will point to the likelihood that Ireland can’t play like this every time.

For sure, base line performances can improve – but not to this level. Forwards such as Sean O’Brien, Jamie Heaslip, Rory Best and Paul O’Connell and backs like Gordon D’Arcy and Rob Kearney were animalistic in their pursuit of opponent and possession. These efforts can be replicated a couple of times in a career, not every other Saturday.

Brian O’Driscoll again suffered concussion. He is the victim of his own bravery and should not be allowed to play anymore. He should have been retired in the summer and no game is worth jeopardising his future health over.

But, then, no game is worth being so miserable over. This, though, this feels like something so much bigger than a game. That, I suppose, is the glory and the cruelty of sport.


Ronan Early

Ronan Early is Sports Editor and columnist with The Irish Post. Follow him on Twitter @RonanEarly

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2 comments on “Is Irish DNA wired to guarantee sporting heartbreak?”

  1. JAPE

    Great article.

    An alternative explanation might offer you some comfort.

    First of all, we're actually not that good at rugby. While we have or had (no offence, BOD, you're a hero) a world class player in Brian O'D, and may very good players, we don't have that many world class players.

    We have fire and passion to beat the band - especially when we have been written off and criticised as after the Aussie game, but we're actually not that good at rugby.

    And the opposition. The All Blacks are class at rugby, we're not. We're class at hurling, but nobody else wants to play it: "15 mad fuckers chasing you with a stick". More's the pity, because that really is the beautiful game.

    And talking of soccer, why are Brazilians so good at soccer. I don't know that either.

    But I do know that success breeds success. Hence the All Blacks. Hence Brazil. And that teams like Ireland, of more limited talent and a far more diverse range of sports for a similar population (as NZ), will occasionally come close to the summit and great glory, only to be denied by those who have been at the summit before.

    In all sports, those trying to break through against a tradition of success generally come cringingly close on more than one occasion before they make the breakthrough.

    You see this everywhere, even simple examples around us in GAA football and hurling all the time. Look at Clyda in Cork, 3 Cork County final losses in a row and now Munster champions, could be in Croker on Paddy's Day.

    You can bet that they had Johnny Sexton moments along their route. And Munster had more losses than wins until they became temporarily invincible in close games.

    If we want to beat the All Blacks we need to be knocking on the door more often than we have been. One heroic performance results in a glorious defeat, so you need to be knocking on the door more often until you find the knock that opens it.

    Extrapolating too far from a missed kick leads to just one place, analysis paralysis.

    Le meas.


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