Anthony Cunningham didn’t deserve his term to end the way it did, writes Anthony Daly

A fleece of us in Clare got nominated for All Stars in 1998 and the county board obligingly decided to fly us up on the Friday and back down on the Saturday.

It’s funny how the first shots of a revolution are often fired when a people are on their knees. 

I’d love to have been in both dressingrooms at half-time yesterday because I can almost picture both scenarios. 

On Thursday, Stephen Sheedy and I went up to Athenry to have a look at the greyhounds and drop off a few tickets to Gerry Holian.

All summer we’ve been waiting for this championship to fire. It had been damp. Lifeless even. Nobody could manage to generate the faintest spark.

On the way home from Dublin last week, Niall Gilligan stopped off to break the journey in Francis Loughnane’s old pub in Roscrea, which is now run by John Carroll.

The dressing-room that Waterford found themselves in at half-time is a place I know so well in a big game in Croke Park. You’re giddy. Excited. 

When we won Munster with Clare in 1995, the county went bananas. 

My day got off to a bad start. The Limerick minors were beaten by Galway. It was disappointing but we could have no real complaints.