Guiheen happy with win but not execution
So when the draw matched these two northside rivals at the quarter-final stage there was a surge of anticipation, a little blood and thunder in the old Park by the Lee, perhaps?
Nope. This was a damp squib. Autumn or not it was a glorious Saturday afternoon, ideal hurling weather, but this was a poor, listless and bloodless contest. Even as time ran out, the Glen needing goals to close the gap on their young next-door neighbours, there was a baffling sight of Patrick Horgan, one of the most lethal inside-forwards in the country, stationed forlornly on the 40 as ball after ball rained inside.