It’s the day before the final, with that familiar feeling of excitement and nervousness – in my case still more the former than the latter, I’m happy to confirm – really starting to build. We’re awful close to it now.
But it being the day before, it’s a bit like Christmas Eve – a special day in its own right but one in which a whole pile of stuff needs to be sorted or otherwise the day after will be up in a heap. For many of you, that list might even include making the trip to the capital – with, no doubt, planes, trains and automobiles involved there – before the day is out. Sure, you might even makes it to Bowe’s later on and very welcome you’ll be if you do.
Yesterday was a fairly insane one here on the site, with five separate posts appearing (that’s only the second time this has happened in a single day) and hits topping out at 24,212, making it the second busiest day ever in terms of traffic. Today, for me at least, is one I’ll be spending squarely on the offline side of things, with an U11 match on the agenda shortly and a million and one other things to get done afterwards.
There’s little to be added at this stage about tomorrow’s final. There’s a wad of coverage today in the nationals, I know, but, a bit like that home insurance ad where your man grows the rabbit ears, it’s all descending into incomprehensible yammering at this stage. I did, though, have to laugh at the ‘scoop’ in the Indo about Jim McGuinness supposedly coming on board to provide some advice (I’m not going to bother even sourcing the link to this), an alleged development which I’m reliably informed is 100% incorrect.
Right, that’s me done for the day before. Good luck with your own prep for tomorrow and maybe we might sup one or two together in Bowe’s before the night is out. Throw-in there, by the way, is anytime from nine. They serve ’till one in the morning but I intend to be at home in my leaba by then. Big, big, day for all of us tomorrow. Nearly there now.