So there we are last Sunday, Tim and Finn and Greg and Russ and Edward and Ken and the bloke next to Ken (more of whom anon) and meself, bubbles floating past us amid the arctic tundra of Stratford, writes Enda McEvoy

How many years until the last match report is carried in a print newspaper? asks Enda McEvoy.

Tomorrow marks the 10th national final in 10 years between Kilkenny and Tipperary, writes Enda McEvoy

There’s something about Davy and always has been. Is there, these past few months, something new about Davy?

Here are some things that shouldn’t work but somehow do. Dancing with the Stars. Daniel and Majella roaming the highways and byways of Ireland channelling their inner Jack Kerouac. Chocolate with raspberry. The Trump White House (Loosely speaking).

Day Two. Hmm. This doesn’t look appetising. The heaven-hyped Samcro runs, yes, but he’s one for the big hitters only.

Outside the Hawthorns stands a statue to The Bomber. Not the Bavarian one, he of the 72 goals in the 68 internationals, but the Black Country one, whose statistics were pretty impressive too.

Eoin Kelly remembers his last point for Tipperary. A summer Saturday evening in O’Moore Park against Offaly in the 2014 qualifiers and the number 20 on his back.

Three of Kilkenny’s All-Ireland heroes offer insights into life behind the scenes of one of sport’s most enduring and successful dynasties.