O'Connell in a land where nobody feels any pain
Paul O'Connell and Michael Conlan prove the saying, 'greatness can come from anywhere'
At some stage last week it probably started to dawn on Paul O'Connell that this is out of his control now. At some stage it must finally have hit him - he is in the pantheon of the Irish gods now, whether he likes it or not.
Even if he were somehow to wake up this morning with his hamstring mysteriously healed, ready to play, he might be quietly informed that he is no longer eligible for such mundane assignments, that he does not belong any more in this realm of mortal men.
He may be suffering all sorts of agonies of disappointment and frustration and disgust that this day has been taken away from him. But it has been overwhelmingly decided on his behalf that he has already done enough.