If anyone deserves to make a few bob it’s Paul Kimmage.

Two tickets for me please…….this has to be the best sports talk live event of the year!

Fair play Paul you stuck to your word and outed the biggest cheat in sport well done .

And doesn’t he deserve it, well done

I’m sure there would be significant interest in Limerick. Given that Alan English is moderating, and that he is also Editor of the Limerick Leader, perhaps they can facilitate the session ?

sold out! delighted to have got one of the last tickets

Adrian, any chance you could email me the details as soon as you get them?
Im at republicofheaven1798@gmail.com

..signing bits of autographs, shaking hands, that kind of thing.
It wasn’t Beatlemania, it was the Shepherd meeting his flock.
He didn’t have to milk it, his reputation, for everybody there, spoke for itself.
Pure, easy charisma washed over the crowd, in the evening sun.
My honest impression, as an Armstrong cynic was that I’d ride hard and work my way to the front. Tuck in beside him for a minute, say something, ask him something about the rumours.
Off we went, speed picking up dramatically, fairly quickly. The peloton was pretty chaotic. Heads not used to riding pedal to pedal and bar to bar, wobbled a bit. I thought that there would be people tumbling sooner or later. It happened sooner, in fact, and kept happening. Bikes flew arse over on almost every circuit. As per tradition the safest place looked to be the front. But today, as guys and girls jostled for their moment beside Austins finest, it wasn’t very safe at all.
On the penultimate circuit, after about 30 or 40k, I had a gap ahead, through which I reckoned I could get to Armstrong if I had a bit of luck. I had to look him in the eye and ask him straight up-did you dope?
I was out of the saddle and ready to wind the legs up the incline, when a guy beside me clipped my bar. I squatted back into the saddle to get control and crashed straight into a pothole, and up onto the grassy embankment. Tyre shot, chance gone. At the end, the event petered out and Armstrong stood, suddenly surrounded by Livestrong handlers.

Sound.

I was thinking back this morning to the 25 august, 2009.
Night before I’d picked up the news that Armstrong was planning a spin around Phoenix Park, with the time to be tweeted the following morning.
I was never a fan, but as I said to so many people at the time, if Ronaldo offered to play a five a side on your local pitch, you’d be there, wouldn’t you? Because you love the game, the ideal of it, the romance of it?
Early afternoon next day I’d skipped lunch, and was buried elbow deep in a baler that had thrown it’s chain off the sprockets. I’d almost forgotten Armstrong and the Park, ’til a text came through from a mate, confirming 5pm approx as the off.
I ditched spanners, scrubbed off the grime, threw the bike and gear into the back of the car and took a 2 hour plus journey across the lake and up the m7.
As I approached the park with about 15 minutes to spare, the overcast sky Id left back home became a sunny summers evening.
In front of me was a guy spinning in,kitted from top to toe in the reviled Astana colours.
Jesus wept, is this what its going to be like?
But it wasn’t.
They say there was more than a thousand there, from all over. I dont think so, but it felt like it in the peloton.
Armstrong arrived about 5 30, as if he’d just materialised from nowhere. I didnt see him come in, but there was a gentle surge in his direction when he did. Four bodies away from me he sat, relaxed, on the saddle of his bike, glasses and helmet on..

David Walsh is milking this for all it’s worth, which begs the question, when’s his next book out?

Ker-ching!

No thanks

Did they not get paid for doing there job?this is just shameless milking of a shamed druggie to make some extra cash while the goings good,shameful journalistic vultureism

Is it sold out?