Keith Duggan finds Offaly's
Michael Duignan content but a little contrite for a previous
sin
You're sitting in front of a car park pay barrier frantically
scrambling for coins when Michael Duignan ambles into view, an easy
grin filling his countenance.
"Stuck for change? Hang on," he says, returning to his car.
"You're punctual," he offers, when you finally get parked, as
though keeping time is a novel phenomenon to him. It's a wet, grubby
morning in Naas and the big man assures you there's no hurry.
What is it with Offaly folk? They seem to trip along to their own
rhythms in that part of the world, unfussed and nonchalant, thriving
on a mind-set which seems totally at odds with the highly-charged
contemporary GAA. Thus, when the hurlers swept the country last
summer, the fans were happy but not fazed. Isn't that why they
entered the bloody thing, sure?
"I dunno, it's just the makeup of the people, it is always been
that way. But there was a definite build-up in the relationship
between the supporters and players last year which, I think, stemmed
from the pitch protest in Croke Park after the Clare game."
Duignan was in the lounge bar with the others, ruing the end of
their run when someone called him over to the window. Thousands of
county folks, sitting on the turf. Tiananmen Square meets Croke
Park.
"We couldn't believe it, it was the most incredible sight," says
Duignan.
As history tells it, Offaly went on to blitz Clare and then
subdued Kilkenny on a blinding afternoon, Duignan scything through
for a late, flamboyant point which was just so Offaly.
"Someone said to me last week that I'd never forget the score.
Truth is I hardly remember it now. The All-Ireland seems a good time
ago now and what with injuries, we're a good bit down the pecking
order again."
That score, though, was maybe a personal vindication for Duignan
who was given a verbal roasting by the Clare fans for an untoward
pull across David Forde's midriff. Half a stadium booing when the
sliotar ran his way.
"I should have been sent off," he says emphatically. "To be
honest, it might have been better I was because I feel like I've
served 12 months out of it. You still get the jibes, even walking
down the street in Ennis for the league, there were remarks. Look,
it was wrong, we were nine (points) down, I was frustrated -
probably more so with my own lads than anything and I reacted. I
said I was sorry and to me it's over now. David got on with it, he
still plays. That happens in hurling. I've taken plenty of belts. If
I get a haircut, the barber'll say, Jesus, what happened your
head."
After the champagne days ended, Offaly returned to the league
with an apparent reluctance which bordered on the obdurate. Their
enigma value increased as the mediocre results mounted. But they are
hankering after the dry days ahead. The notion that Offaly hurlers
are magicians who just turn it on for kicks is something to keep the
spirits up when they are running ball-breaking drills.
"We don't go as mad on the training as other counties. But maybe
we play on that, too. But we put in fierce work with Babs (Keating)
early on last year, under Johnny Murray. Maybe we gambled on the
Wexford game hoping to get a run later on. It was risky, but it
worked. This year we have to be sharp from the start."
All of this is said matter-of-factly, but there is still a
marvellously unknowable quality about Offaly, as if even they
themselves can't fathom their freakish swings from the heavenly to
downright awful.
All Duignan knows is that the last eight or so years have been
fun. Undeniably hard sometimes for his wife Edele, yes, and tough
now that they have a 15-month-old son Sean.
But when his Sundays are free forever he'll look back with
fondness. And isn't that the right way?