If John Evans didn’t know he achieved something special with Ardfinnan, he realised it when a one-armed Babs Keating, the club’s most famous son, channeled his inner David Pleat and invaded the Holycross pitch after the club’s county semi-final win over Loughmore-Castleiney.
The evenings are that bit brighter, all the hurt and disappointment of last year is long forgotten, hope is back in the hearts of supporters in every corner of the country. There is a road to some kind of glory for everyone. This could be the year.
If Éamonn Fitzmaurice thought Kerry’s backroom team was getting too friendly, he knew there was one addition who wouldn’t be slow to throw in a scud or two in the dressing room. In Liam Hassett’s lexicon, ‘beaten’ doesn’t exist...