Vincent Hogan: Rebels rise to conquer their fear of fear itself
Cowardly Lion: "Alright, I'll go in there Dorothy. Wicked Witch or no Wicked Witch, guards or no guards. I'll tear them apart. I may not come out alive, but I'm going in there. There's only one thing I want you fellows to do."
Scarecrow: "What's that?"
Cowardly Lion: "Talk me out of it!"
Published 20/09/2010 | 05:00
That thing clawing at Cork windpipes in Croke Park yesterday wasn't anything complex or mysterious.
Fear of fear itself is as unremarkable as the common cold. But if it gets under the skin, it brings down entire armies. Somehow, the build-up to this final became a study of that condition. An exploration of the mind.
Cork -- we reasoned -- had everything going for them, bar a reliable thermostat in the head. Down were polar opposites. A team with obvious inadequacies, but the confidence of an advancing German squadron.