Samuel Beckett couldnt write it much better.
Brady: “The games at five o’clock have been inferior.”
Billo: “For what reason?”
Brady: “Will, I think it is cooler at night, Bill.”
Billo: “Hold on, we’re only talking 23 degrees. That’s what it was like in Dublin today.”
Brady: “Still hot. Still hot. Still hot. I was playing golf today. I found it hot.”
Billo: “Did you shoot a good score Liam?”
Brady: “No, not really.”
Billo: “And were you as indolent as they (Romania and France) were?”
Gilesy: “Try playing golf at night Bill.”