We had the Holy Communion in the house last week, our two boys decked out in their three-piece suits like they were about to appear on The Sunday Game, and along with the rest of their classmates, they enjoyed the ceremony and celebrations under gorgeous May sunshine.
It should go down as the Game That Never Was. As if no one ever paid or made their way through the turnstiles to watch it; as if no one ever played that Saturday evening; as if, for that moment in time, it didn’t seem to make the rest of the world fade into irrelevance, rather than the world soon after reducing that game to an irrelevance, writes
Experience is everything. When Michael Fennelly pulled up in the All-Ireland semi-final replay with Waterford, it looked a serious injury, and so it proved: the Kilkenny midfielder was out for the rest of the season with an achilles tendon problem. Scratch one big name for this weekend.
“ . . . one vast impacted havoc which the years accrete And slowly heave up, fused and wrecked . . .” Maybe we should get Stephen Edgar to write about Cork hurling, though the first thing to realise about Cork hurling is that the whole problem can’t be taken in at one glance.
It was one of the take-home images from Waterford’s championship win over Clare. Late on, Maurice Shanahan won a ball on the left wing in Thurles, broke upfield and glanced at the posts. Someone else was breaking right alongside him.