Croke Park has been treated by the GAA public lately as if it were a vacuous hunk on the receiving end of a particularly awkward Love Island dumping.

“Dad, I’m cheering for England in the World Cup!”

Why do GAA players look so miserable on the front cover of their autobiographies?

There was a time when a woman’s place on TV coverage of the World Cup was restricted to leering crowd shots of female fans.

Do you remember the first time?

Monkeys, it turns out, have a highly developed understanding of the concept of fairness, writes Tommy Martin.

It was a shameless act. Premeditated. Despicable, disgusting, dastardly. Did he mean it? Of course he did.

In the tunnel underneath the Estadio Nacional in Lisbon moments before the 1967 European Cup final, Celtic’s players lined up alongside their opposition, Inter Milan.

If there is one lesson to be taken from the football season almost gone, it’s that plans are not just for workshy scholars, writes Tommy Martin.

Abandon hope all ye who enter here. This is the football championship. Thirty-two counties chase a ball around for four months and at the end, the Dubs always win.