Fitzy’s airtime is leaving a lot to be desired, but when called upon, he delivers with ruthless efficiency.
If his Galway teammates this side of the pond performed with that same efficiency last Sunday, Westmeath would have been out of sight by the hour mark.
That being said, Sunday night brought the text everyone’s been waiting for – Fitzy and Lola are heading off on their first official date. Undisturbed screentime and peace from the absolute chaos the unproblematic pair have to put up with. A win-win.
Paddleboarding, and it’s fair to say it was more swimming for our Fitzy. He might have taken the term ‘falling for her’ a bit too literally. The time on paddleboard to in the water ratio was slightly skewed. He could have taken a leaf from Lola’s book, whose balance was phenomenal as she cruised the Mediterranean.
Once Lola was finished paddling and Fitzy was done swimming, the pair chilled out on the beach and talked about their feelings for one another. Lola is absolutely ecstatic that she has the opportunity to fulfil one of her “dreams” – to be a WAG.
“I used to love Victoria Beckham when I was young. I used to literally be obsessed with Irish accents, WAGs, and abs,” she beamed.
Clochscoilte won’t know what hit it.
How much the Galway full-back has shared on the actual WAG reality of the GAA is unknown but I’m not sure Lola really knows what she’s getting herself into. That first slap of the Salthill breeze at Pearse Stadium might bring her down to earth.
These two couldn’t be more smitten if they tried. But there was one moment of rare miscommunication.
Lola asked Fitzy where they should go on their first holiday and the Barna man did not hesitate with his chosen destination. No, it wasn’t Spiddal. But for Lola’s love of Irish accents, she just isn’t quite used to the infectious west of Ireland delivery.
“‘Bally?'” she says. “What’s that?”
It took some interrogation but eventually the detective cracked the case: Bali. Or as she pronounced it, ‘Bawli.’ Fitzy proceeded to take the proverbial piss out of her British accent.
Whatever respite Love Island’s power couple got at sea wouldn’t have been long deteriorating. That villa is carnage. In a world of Aidan’s and Tommy’s, it’s important to be a Fitzy.
Fitzy cannot feel too far from home in that villa though. Sure, he’s used to being surrounded by children. Only difference here is he can’t put them on timeout, much as some of them could do with it.
Tommy, who Fitzy seems to get on well with, got a rush of blood to the head and chanced his arm at trying to snog any girl that walked past him. He gets a kiss off Namibia, lies to Ellie about it, and then gets found out because, well, Namibia told her.
Fitzy in classic Irish lack of sympathy tells him: “It’s been nice knowing you. What do you want me to put on your coffin?” Brilliant.
This week ended with a recoupling where Fitzy and Lola continued their surge as the villa’s premium couple. Lola tells him that he’s essentially everything she’s ever wanted and some. Fitzy, with his freshly topped up blonde tips, is cheesing from ear-to-ear.
As the villa continues to descend into disarray, our Fitzy is holding his own amidst the chaos. If this summer continues in this vein, we might have four All-Ireland finals and a Love Island final to feast on.
