So, a week late. An account of the last two days of the tournament. There are reasons. Always reasons. Continue reading
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I’ve read a lot of sports psychology over the last year so I know this is basic stuff and I just have to accept I got it badly wrong. I should know better. I built things up too much in my head, put too much pressure on myself, and got into how big the whole thing was, dug myself into a hole. I should have just trusted my processes, trusted my body’s muscle memory, all those hours of practice, my body knew what to do. Just let it flow. That’s being ‘in the zone.’
Game 1 vs England
First match up was against England on the pitch I made my Ireland debut on in 2011… against England. This was the advice I got from a friend by text before that game. ‘Everything is going to happen at such speed you won’t realise what’s happening to you. You’ve got to be ready for it… Hit it from the start like a hurricane!’ Continue reading
First game up vs France this morning. We had to win this game to have any chance of making the final. Remember how we lost to them 8-7 on Day 1…
Remember too if any extra motivation was needed how we lost to France in the football Euros a couple of weeks ago…
Game 1 vs the hosts Jersey. Won 9-4.
Game 2 vs France. Lost 8-7.
Game 3 vs Wales. Won 9-7.
I scored 2 tries.
Those are the facts of how the day went. Continue reading
A few days after the tournament…
It’s strange to come back down from the emotional height. I didn’t want to come down. I don’t want to come down. The first thing I did when I got back home to my house in Dublin was open the fridge and it was small shock to realize that the Glenisk yogurt I’d eaten half of on the morning we’d flown out was still in date!
How could that be? We’ve scaled the heights of Olympus and back, we must have been away months! Continue reading