The Willing Suspension of Disbelief & Poetic Fate

I don’t know whether it’s the passing of Brian Friel a week ago, or the fact its National Poetry Day. I met a former colleague in Waterstones and we exchanged some warm friendly words, a guy whose valuable contribution to the University ended when his research funding was withdrawn ten years or more ago.

He remarked when I asked him that he was doing nothing like what he used to do. When I told him what I was up to he said he would rather split a seagull feather and write with it than try to understand the vagaries of social media. In many respects I agree. By way of mitigation I told him I still use a fountain pen.

So in etching out my notes and thoughts onto a Moleskine notebook, tapping work into the notes on my iPhone and even dictating some important point to myself I manage to develop a tapestry that constitutes work. Ideas, thoughts, notes. Writing almost full formed before it is committed onto the page or more correctly typed into the computer.

The latest period of introspection has me wondering what have I done with this life I was given. And the gradual realisation that whilst what I have done I have had some successes, what I do isn’t necessarily what I enjoy doing, what I enjoy doing I don’t get paid for, and really what I should be doing is something different entirely.

As a student I floated through my degree in English, drifted onwards to Scotland achieving a Masters in Publishing that has defined my working life since.

Small things make a difference. In my experience reading poetry keeps me sane, though by judgement of others I have proved without doubt I can’t write it very well. “It is hard thing to write a poem.” Perhaps. Is that sentence missing the word ‘good’?

Forward Play Session

8 May 2014

Session on forward play: delivery, movement, shooting. Varying defensive intensity.

1            Stretch

2            Rondos – 3 Sized circles                                    [1.30 per set x 2]

3v5/ 2v6 keep the ball off men in middle. 3 groups working three different sized circles. Rotate groups after 1min30s 

3            Attack defend drill: 1 v 1                                     [2 mins on x 4]

/            ß                        /

/            à                         /

Line of players at each gate, 1 v 1 in middle, as soon as you shoot you defend the next player running.

Note fatigue level, run drill in 2 min sets & reset if it falls apart. Quality the priority.

4            Delivery & Score [12 mins 2 mins on]

1 – Players operate simple relay delivering ball out to player in Deliver Zone

2 – Player in Deliver zone delivers ball to player in shoot zone who is moving laterally to receive ball

3 – On receiving ball, player in shoot zone shoots & immed. Resets to receive next ball.

Attacking drill. Start unopposed working on movement & scoring. Quickly move to insert defenders in key zones to press the delivery & the shooter.

Direct score                                    Set up Score

Diagonal Ball.

Into space

/                             \   Runner                         \ Delivery in pairs

/\/         X                 \                                       \

/ ————————-                                                                                            Feeders

\                   X                        \                                          \

\                                  \ Runner                     \ Delivery in pairs

5            3 v 6 in Defence/Attack                                    [3x5mins]

Overload attacking & defending. Alternative the overload.

Condition 1m30s on.

Quickfire delivery. Any defence intervention, hook, block, snig, nick counts. Defenders to learn to mark space/zonal and pick up where required.

6             Pitch Drill Match

Bring above together in ¾ length pitch drill. Condition to favour defenders/forwards as required.

Mourneing for Fish

Fresh Fish Delivery

My main concern with my fresh fish delivery from Mourne Seafood wasn’t what to do with the fish when it arrived, but the hope that that our tomcat Mugsy wouldn’t intercept the delivery before I got my hands on it. I was out, but the delivery man followed my instructions to the letter. The Cat couldn’t get his paws on it.

Filleted Place by Joe Passmore

Filleted Place

It all started with a passing comment to my son that Mourne Seafood were doing deliveries. A big fish fan despite his tender years – 13 years old, he has tucked into monkfish, salmon, squid and mackerel with relish. I think it started one day I caught him nicking a piece of lobster off my plate on holidays in Scotland. He pestered me for days and had been doing his own research online.

We carefully perused the fare on offer on the Mourne Seafood home delivery site. Free delivery over 40 quid, sounds good. A few things in and out of the basket, and a few tasty looking items didn’t make it into the shopping cart. This time. Missing out on selection were Monkfish. Seabass. Oysters. No, this time we went for a couple of plaice, two lemon sole, two tubs of crab claws, scallop meats and some fish pie/chowder mix.

When I arrived home the vacuum packed fish were already in the chilled part of the fridge. Angela a vegetarian had taken a look at the plaice and sole and asked, who’s going to gut them? Can they not send you the fish filleted. She went on to suggest a friend of ours, a retired butcher could do the job. I wasn’t so much insulted…. as challenged.

My reply was no, I’ll do them. A childhood expert at gutting out trout that I caught in rivers round Omagh meant I felt well equipped for the job. Of course trout aren’t flat fish, and I was in danger of destroying an unsuspecting and perfectly good fish if I launched myself unprepared.

Full Of It Filleting

Having checked out a few Youtube videos on how to fillet plaice it was straightforward, removed the head and the guts, trimmed off the tail and fins, filleted off the bone white side up. Then dark side. I was pleasantly surprised with my effort especially the way the leftover skeleton looked like something from a dustbin in a Tom and Jerry cartoon.

The two plaice were for my mum, the heads and various off cuts were left for Mugsy so he didn’t take the hump. After dressing the plaice I repeated the same approach for the sole. I’m no expert but the flesh seemed slightly softer so it was marginally more difficult to get as precise a cut with the knife. Nevertheless the result was decent enough.

For supper that night, the fish were calling me from the fridge. I relented. The crab claws I ate with a chilled sauvignon blanc having made up a dipping sauce with a bit of ginger, chilli and garlic. Tasty indeed. Our lad was well impressed with that. The scallop meats I cooked in a very hot wok with oil and some ginger, and a few bits of pancetta. They were extremely good. Tender, tasty and juicy.

I pondered whether to attempt a fish pie or chowder with the fish pie mix. Memories of the West and pints of stout washed down with chowder and wheaten bread won the day. I’d never actually made chowder before. I have now; it’s a pleasure that I’ve missed all these years. I’ll be catching up for lost time I think.

I scoured in through the fridge. Some left over potatoes, great. Some more pancetta. A bit of vegetable stock gave the proceedings a liquid base, helped with a small splash of white wine. I added in the remaining crab claws when the mix was starting to brew and finished the job with a carton of cream. The result? Awesome. I had enough of the chowder for both of us with a couple of bowls left over for the next day’s lunch. So hearty, there was no need for dinner that evening.

When I checked in with my mum she’d fried up the place in butter and served it with peas and potatoes. She found them to be light, very tasty and very filling.

The lemon sole I left to the lad to eat. He did so with relish. And returned to the kitchen to deposit the plate scraped clean he asked me, are we getting more fish from Mourne next week.

A good night’s fishing online. Result.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Football. That’s the Way he Rocks.

Piece for the Gaelic Player’s Association on Ronan Rocks

This Saturday at Parnell Park, former Derry player Ronan Rocks will line out in the second Professor Hollywood Memorial Cup. The purpose of the match is to raise funds for the cancer units in St. Luke’s and St. James’s hospitals. The football match will be played by players like Ronan who have battled back after a cancer diagnosis. Eleven years ago Rocks’ world was turned upside down. Family and Football kept him focused as he explained to Joe Passmore.

All Ireland Semi Final 2004

February 2004. Ronan Rocks had the world at his feet. Back playing for Derry, His club An Lub had won the Derry championship for only the second time in their history and had surprised everyone by winning an Ulster Senior Championship under up and coming coach Malachy O’Rourke.

Featuring Derry players Paul McFlynn, Johnny McBride and Rocks the south Derry outfit combined a tough uncompromising approach with a tactical cuteness. Rocks was one of the go-to men in the forward line. The Ulster Final match report against St Galls: “Loup were stronger in the second half with the reliable right boot of Ronan Rocks proving a telling factor. The Derry star landed a superb ’45’ and a 35-metre free as Loup stormed to a famous victory.”

By his own admission the loss to the Meehans-powered Caltra in the All Ireland semi final was a lowpoint in his career. But it wasn’t the toughest battle Ronan was to fight in 2004.

Throughout the winter and into the All Ireland campaign Ronan had something else nagging him. He’d noticed a lump on the side of his neck that showed no sign of disappearing. He didn’t think much of it, although he remembers it would have been noticeable coming out of the shower after matches.

“It was maybe half the size of a mandarin orange would be the best way I would describe it. One night in the house Rhonda my wife says what’s that lump on your neck. I says I honestly don’t know, I must have taken a knock on the neck.

“You know yourself, you’re out training 3 or 4 nights a week and you think it’s just a knock or something. I let it go over Christmas. The local GP had told me it would do no harm to get it checked out but the usual thing being the typical man I suppose, I thought I was an indestructible Gaelic footballer and I did nothing about it. We played Caltra in the All Ireland semi final, though we lost, it was one of the best games I’d ever played. Little did I know at the time what I had.”

The Sledgehammer

When the dust settled on the All Ireland campaign, a week or two later, Ronan finally arranged to go and get himself sorted out. He takes up the story:

“A week or two after I went to see the GP and he referred me on to get a biopsy done. The alarm bells ringing for the doctor were that I was having a lot of night sweats. He was thinking out loud which worried me slightly, he got me pushed in as quickly to the hospital as possible where I got a biopsy.

Things moved fairly quickly for Ronan after that, so quickly that by his own admission he’d little time to get things sorted out with work and sport, let alone sorting out his own mind.

“It was 1 April, 2004. April Fools Day. I got the call then to come into the outpatients. There was a couple of doctors there, they sat me and Rhonda down and basically told me that what I had was non Hodgkins Lymphoma. Cancer of the lymph nodes. I obviously didn’t have a clue, but when they mentioned the word Cancer that’s when the sledgehammer hit me. Some April Fools day.

“When we left the room, we don’t remember driving back to Bellaghy, me and Rhonda, we were in a total state of shock. We’d just got married in 2002. We’d no children yet but we’d plans, we were just starting out, we were as happy as could be… more or less our whole world was just turned upside down.

Looking back now had he any more symptoms or noticed anything unusual at the time. He’s fairly adamant there wasn’t:

“I’d lost a small bit of weight but I was flying fit, I was playing the best football of my life, or so I thought.” he laughs. “I was back playing for Derry. I just thought that was a result of being in great shape.”

I had to Get Back

“I had to take a lot of things into consideration. A hundred million things were going through my head. But one thing I had in the back of my mind was I wanted to get back playing football. Even for one or two games. I had to get back.

“I had to get an operation to remove the lump in the neck, that was done fairly sharp and I had a loss of movement for while in one side.

A full body scan was done that revealed more bad news; there were two lumps the size of two fists in his chest that he was unaware of.

“I thought I was getting chemo for the sake of it just to be on the safe side after the lump was removed but halfway through the treatment they told me, no this treatment is for two lumps on my chest. The probably did tell me earlier on but I didn’t hear them.”

Looking back he finds the whole thing surreal.

“The word had come out that I’d cancer. I spoke to a couple of boys, the first couple of men I rang were Paul McFlynn and Johnny McBride, they didn’t say a pile and probably couldn’t really take it in. Malachy O’Rourke too. But those lads were great. When the word went out round Derry people had you dead. People though I’d only weeks to live. That wasn’t the way I looked at it.”

A Normal Routine

“When treatment started, the doctors told me don’t get out of your normal routine, I made a point of getting up in the morning when Rhonda was going to work to keep my general routine. Rhonda was working and I wasn’t and to be honest in terms of general living it was hard enough going.”

“After I got the operation I lost the power down the right side. But I remember in my own head deciding every day of this is one day less until I go back to playing football.

But it was tough, literally he had to pick himself up off the floor after one treatment.

“The first few sessions, I thought this is no big deal but after the 3rd or 4th session I thought hold on a minute here, and this is when it really started to kick in. Physically there were days you couldn’t get out of bed. The mental thing was the big thing, you drove yourself to get out of bed.

At the time Mickey Moran was manager of Derry.

“Micky Moran came to me and said you’re still part of the panel. You’re one of the boys, if you’re fit to come along to matches. Derry got to the All Ireland semi final that year and I remember I went to four or five of the games. The boys appreciated it I think, it maybe gave them a sense of you never know what’s round the corner.

During the campaign he was still receiving chemotherapy. On one occasion he got on the team bus with a cap on. The players didn’t know how to react when he took the cap off and he’d lost his hair. Ronan laughs at the memory:

“Later, on the road home after the game was won, the craic was good, and a few beers were going down, Togger Kelly says in that broad Slaughtneil accent ‘you’ve a quare shiny head on you’. It took a few drinks and a victory to break the ice. “

He missed the game against Westmeath due to a treatment and was given a boost when Paddy Bradley dedicated the win to him after the game. The Game. That’s what kept his mind straight.

“Mentally you were always thinking that’s five sessions away from playing football, all I could think about what getting back to playing football. All I thought about, that’s what I was clinging on to. I didn’t want people meeting me and saying you’re the lad that retired because of cancer. I wanted to prove that I could play another year or two.”

Eleven Years Later

Eleven years later, he’s still playing. Since then he takes nothing for granted and lives for his family. Rhonda’s sister Marcella passed away suddenly in 2005 with an undiagnosed heart condition. That struck Ronan to the core.

Ronan still togs out for the Bellaghy Over 35 team, he moved to Bellaghy where he now lives. The football bug that kept him going through the dark days of chemo and treatment still gnaws at him. He laughs and tells me there’s times he thinks he could still do a job for the seniors before reality bites. He’s been coaching with Ballerin club in North Derry and even helped out with his club Camogie team.

Himself and Rhonda now have four young children, Marcella the youngest is named after her aunt, Callum 8, Cadhan 5 and Charlie 4. Callum the oldest lad is starting to get an inkling of his father’s journey. Ronan says when the time is right he’ll talk to his son about it.

The next match he’ll play is this weekend’s Professor Hollywood Memorial Cup, in its second year of raising funds for the cancer units in St. Luke’s and St. James’s hospitals. The GAA football match will be played by those who have received cancer treatment and they aim to show others that there is life after cancer.

Ronan travelled down last year to play, along with his dad and his uncle Colum. He didn’t know much about the game in advance but sitting in changing room putting on his gear, the penny dropped.

“I remember sitting getting togged out, like a thousand times before. What struck me just before we went out onto the pitch, and you’ll understand having been in a club changing room, you’ll have cousins and brothers, lads you played with all your life, there’s a unique bond because of where you grew up.”

“But here I was with 35 men walking out onto the pitch. And there was a similar bond. Everyone of them had cancer. It almost brought a tear, the guy standing in front of you; the man behind you, the boys you were playing with, the man you were marking, everyone of them was a cancer survivor. That was the thing that stuck with me. Men of all ages and backgrounds.”

“The match was unbelievable Mick O’Dwyer was our manager and he was an inspiration. In his seventies still going strong, still learning and inspiring men round him.”

I asked him about his advice to his younger self and it is the same advice he’ll give his sons, and every young player:

“Simple. Get everything checked out. I thought cancer would never affect me. You think you’re indestructible but you’ve no idea. I can’t stress it strongly enough any lumps, bumps, lads not feeling themselves, afraid to talk to anyone. Anything at all, young lads if they’re feeling down, feeling a lump wherever go and get it checked, go and speak to someone.

This weekend Ronan returns for the 2015 Professor Hollywood match. He’s looking forward to it.

“Wee things that used to faze me don’t. Your family come first and trivial things don’t bother me anymore. I’m looking forward to the match and seeing all the lads again. I’m bringing Rhonda and the kids with me. Last year after the game I wished I’d had the family with me, other men had their children on the pitch. So this time I want the family there with me on the pitch when the football’s over. They’re all part of the journey.”

Football and family. Family and football. For Ronan Rocks, that’s the start of it and the end of it.