Seeing as it’s already New Year in Australia, I guess it’s time to pen a quick post waving goodbye to 2018. Time’s ticking on so a quick one it’ll be.
I’d say I’m not alone in being happy to see the back of 2018 from a footballing point of view. After seven years of plenty, this year saw us crash back down to earth with a shuddering bang.
The year was little less than disastrous for us, both on the field as well as off it. On the pitch, we put in an extremely mediocre League campaign, rather luckily and – let’s be honest – undeservedly retaining our top tier status having only garnered five points from our seven matches.
But that, of course, was but the hors d’oeuvre to a hugely disappointing Championship run. This saw us beaten for the third year in a row by Galway in Connacht and eventually getting dumped out in Round 3 of the qualifiers by a game but fairly average Kildare.
And so, much to our shock and bemusement, we found ourselves out of the Championship – and out too from the inaugural Super Eights – before June was at an end.
Then, of course, we had the managerial upheaval, which saw the wholly unnecessary departure of Stephen Rochford. The return of James Horan to the hot seat was, though, a major positive and a development that gives us all hope for what the New Year might hold for us.
But thoughts about 2019 can hold off until tomorrow. For now, it’s adios to 2018 – off with you, we won’t miss you.