We should all count ourselves lucky that my beloved Mayo do not react to reaching major finals in the same manner as the revellers in Trafalgar Square did last Sunday evening

It's been a while since we had a good old fashioned availability scandal in the GAA.

I went to the zoo last week. Maybe you can see where this is going. A delightful experience for the kids, as you’d expect. I, too, will never not find those monkeys with the bare arses delightfully amusing.

When you aim to build an empire so vast the sun will never set on it, one of the — perhaps unintended — consequences will be the cultivation of a few sporting rivalries that provide soundtracks to our summers.

An obsession with controlling the narrative is becoming increasingly pervasive in the GAA, whose primary appeal has always been its accessibility to all

Me lecturing anybody on race would be as ill-judged as me lecturing a mother of 10 on childbirth

As writers of sport, we understand readers want blood in the dirt. Glory, sure, but the slippier the mask your heroes wear, the more truth it will reveal. We want to see them cry when they fail because we cry. We will then hate them for it, just as we often hate ourselves

Phil and Tom Brady occupy a parallel universe. It is one of avocado toast, live-in personal trainers, and Honduran coffee diets. Their privilege may be earned, and for that they should be admired, but where’s the story?

Full disclosure; There is no evidence to suggest Timo Werner’s father was a fisherman.

As the Muslim population in Ireland grows, so too does the numbers of young Muslim kids getting involved in all sports, especially Gaelic Games