If David Walsh’s long struggle tells you anything it’s to take a step back and not to drink the Kool-Aid; and question the hysteria at every turn.

The steep slopes by Carriganore, on the way into Waterford city, are an odd place to recognise the end of your sporting career.

Has there ever been a turnover of playing personnel like it?

Ah, the joys of Christmas.

There was a time within living memory when the Railway Cup was a big deal.

The existential hero of the football field or just cranks in fancy gloves?

Diarmaid Ferriter’s new book on Ireland in the Seventies highlights the sporting influence on the nation’s culture, writes Michael Moynihan

Even now, a decade on, amid the jagged bays and bleak hillsides of the Beara peninsula, John Lock O’Sullivan is remembered.

Sugrue persuaded Ali to come to Dublin, and when the boxer landed, he arrived in a very different country to the Ireland we live in today.

I regret to inform you that the press box is not a font of wit and rapartee.