It’s been a longstanding trend in the GAA for the No.2 to get all the glory and none of the gore.

On the Monday after our annual week of sunshine, my wife went to the butchers, where she planned to buy some sausages.

Wet to the skin, cold to the bone, and saddle sore — the rain-drenched cyclists who rode The Glen to Glen Bike last Saturday will always remember the Downings GAA club in Donegal with fond affection.

The Coolnasillagh Road. Up until this year, this two-mile-long mountain pass was used only by stray sheep and the people who lived along its steep slopes.

The sun was shining, the pitch was in pristine shape, and conditions were perfect for Championship football — yet an unmistakable air of melancholy hung around Celtic Park on Sunday.

Getting information out of South Armagh men isn’t easy.

As a journalist, my opinion on individuals and organisations is supposed to be based on a reasoned and objective appraisal of the facts.

It’s that time of year again folks.

For an organisation that loves to nit-pick at the smallest details, it’s amazing how long some utterly stupid rules and regulations are allowed to exist in the GAA.

If Tyrone are to gain a starring rather than supporting role then they need to clip Dublin’s wings, and they need to do it sooner than later.