It’s hard enough having a job and a family and a book to promote, without having the chance to win a bunch of trophies on the field too.
We secured the first one in August when we retained the Scandinavian championship.
Next up was the Ambassador Cup., our annual 7-a-side internal tournament which is at least as competitive and divisive as any local championship or competition.
Because the last round was cancelled, it’s now up for decision in the committee room and needless to say the lobbyists are out in force to make sure their team takes the crown.
Last of all is probably the trophy some of us want the most- a European title.
After a bad start in the Belgium tournament we have no chance of winning the championship outright this year, but there’s still the final tournament of the year in Limerick to be won.
For me, it’s the last chance saloon.
Whatever about playing in Scandinavia, there’s little chance I’ll play in Europe next year- for a guy the wrong side of 40 the physical demands of playing against Europe’s elite are too much.
Which is all the more reason to go “balls out” (as Phil Cahill put it) in Limerick and try to win it.
Everyone wants to bow out on a high, and I’m no different.