There are plenty of redemption stories in the league that takes a licking but keeps on ticking
The beginning of another League of Ireland season makes me think of Jack Twist's words in Brokeback Mountain, "I wish I could quit you." God knows I've tried, I've even made public declarations of apostasy. But, as Gram Parsons sang in 'Hickory Wind', "It makes me feel better each time it begins. Callin' me home." You can't change your nature I suppose.
So right now I am excited about and interested in all kinds of stuff that the majority of Irish people who regard themselves as football fans will have no meas on whatsoever. Like that fight for the title between Cork City and Dundalk which should provide one of the best sporting contests of the year, not least because an undoubted note of personal animus has crept in to the proceedings.
Dundalk's insistence after their FAI Cup final defeat by Cork that the best team had lost summed up how hard it was for them to accept that after three years of hot pursuit, John Caulfield's team had finally caught and passed Stephen Kenny's. This season they'll probably divide the main honours between them, the destination of the title depending on the relative performances of two strikers bidding to recapture past glories.