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.

The best place to begin any appraisal of Tommy Walsh’s career is not with the All-Ireland medals, not with the All Stars but on a Sunday afternoon at Walsh Park in the summer of 1997.

Not a move endorsed by Julie Andrews, never mind rehearsed on the training field under the watchful eye of Joe Schmidt, but let’s start at the very end, writes Enda McEvoy. 

"It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.

As the 64,246 paying spectators made their way to Croke Park that blustery day nearly half a century ago, there was not one burning question of the day but two.

Yes, you read the headline correctly and no, we’re not trying to subtract the urine. If we’re putting the cart before the horse it’s only by a few days, because rest assured that — hurling folk being hurling folk — within a couple of hours of the final whistle next Sunday the supporters of both teams will be already turning their attention to next year.