One couldn’t help thinking of Lionel Messi on Sunday morning, as images of the jubilant scenes from Portland Row in Dublin’s inner city circulated following Kellie Harrington’s gold medal victory in Tokyo.

Richie Tenenbaum was the youngest child of the dysfunctional Tenenbaum clan in Wes Anderson’s 2001 film, The Royal Tenenbaums.

Dinners are ate extra early. Doorbells are disconnected and cars parked round the back of the house in an act of neighbourly misdirection George Smiley would appreciate

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