Those tremors you may have felt at around 8.30pm on Friday?

So there we were, on the seventh level of the Hogan Stand three weeks ago.

Tommy O’Connell was chatting to a couple of friends in the Croke Park Hotel an hour or two before last year’s All-Ireland final when Jimmy Magee passed by. One of the friends buttonholed Magee and, pointing to O’Connell, asked him why this man had a place in hurling history.

Of all the things that will exercise Brian Cody ahead of the All-Ireland hurling final replay, few will grate more than the thought that Anthony Cunningham has his measure.

Teatime Saturday... A thought strikes.

Let’s begin where we left off back in late May, on the eve of the championship, with the text message sent by a glum young man from south Tipperary a few hours after Kilkenny had sauntered to the National League title.

And now the end is near, and so we face the final curtain...

There was, as a once-popular Scandinavian quartet might have put it, something in the air that night.

Cork and Waterford. The curtain-raiser tomorrow where a few years back it would have been the feature event.

It was an hour or so after the Cork/Tipp semi-final last month and we were hanging around outside the Blackrock clubhouse when a gentleman in a blue and gold jersey was heard to utter the following words.