No showdowns and no dogfights, the day was largely muted
EVERYONE was braced for the final show-down, for hand-to-hand close-quarter combat between the two men who had made it out of the blood-soaked trenches.
It was going to be a cliff-hanger, a long tense day of triumphs and setbacks, in which every vote counted (and was possibly recounted in some of the fiercer dog-fights), when night would fall and nobody would be any the wiser about whether Michael D or Sean Gallagher would be anointed as the 9th Uachtaran na hEireann.
It had been such a crazy, frenetic, drama-filled campaign, that surely a nail-biting finale was in store. And there was one more surprise to come -- for it transpired that there was no showdown at all.