Farewell to the best season ever

Foolish pundits with space to fill in the aftermath of All-Ireland finals are frequently tempted to wax on about the likelihood of the new champions becoming a three-in-a-row team.

It is an idle pursuit, for so many reasons.

As if anyone can, like the witches in the Scottish Play, look into the seeds of time and say which grain will grow; which will not; speculate on how long Davy can coax unconditional devotion from his young charges; and guess the identity of the enemy manager who will find a way of negating that favoured weapon in the MacCarthy Cup holders’ armoury, the arrow from the left flank directed into the channels for the inside forwards to come out, latch onto, jink inside and work their mischief.