Monday, December 10, 2007

THE BOY DAVID


After an appropriate period of disassociation by his newspaper, David Walsh, the loquacious Limerick leprechaun (yes, I once worked as a sub on The Sun) is back at the Sunday Times. Walsh had to take an enforced Sabbatical from the ST after he got his arse kicked by Lance Armstrong over false doping allegations. In the meantime, Walsh rattled off Lawrence Dallaglio's "autobiography" before returning to the ST as Chief Sportswriter. Nice work if you can get it.
Walshy has a lot to answer for. For a start he begat a protege called Paul Kimmage and numerous other Irish writers who slavishly copied the Walsh style who in turn had slavishly copied it from the likes of Bob Woodward. You know the sort of thing: "It was 2.30am and Lance Armstrong was finding it hard to sleep. It had not been a good day. At 7.30pm he had taken a call from the brilliant investigative Irish sportswriter David Walsh. What he heard was to change his life forever. After that, sleep was out of the question. He rose and poured himself a coffee."
Like a script from a B-movie.
One thing has always puzzled me about Walsh's campaign to out Armstrong. Why wasn't he as zealous in the pursuit of the known dopers?
He could try his countryman Sean Kelly who (unlike Armstrong) failed a dope test in his heyday as a competitor. For brief documentary evidence of this read the book "Kelly" ... by, erm, David Walsh.

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