The art of goalscoring — from Cork’s old machine-gun fire to the heavy artillery of Tipperary — and the free spirits like Lar Corbett are in danger of being drowned in a sea of points. What to do? Change the sliotar? Award four points for the goal? reports
Hurling: If your Sunday night drinking buddies are anything like my Sunday night drinking buddies, dear reader, and I rather suspect they may be — assuming you possess Sunday night drinking buddies to begin with — they’ll have been counting down the days for weeks now.
Those first trips down — ‘82 and ‘85 — I travelled without pressure. No big calls to make. That was the oul fella. Or maybe the uncle, if he’d landed first from Dublin. Go by Limerick and the cursing wouldn’t start until Charleville.