Pride of Ireland. This is a sad story. A very, very sad story. An old story, but brutal all the same. I related to Conor. I look just like him. Runty, ginger bearded stock from the scrubby margins. Like him I've been on top of the world, people screaming my name, telling me I'm a hero, and I've seen those same people turn around and kick me when I'm down. I've also been rag dolled by booze and drugs, though thankfully not by a dagestani wrestler. I've known the magical sync of the world being on your side and the horror of over balancing and falling. I know the giddy exhilaration of rampant exultant ego and I know the stupidities and cruelties it can lead you into. I am Conor McGregor. I hope for all his sins he gets out of this in one piece.