I had a bird's eye view in Croke Park on Saturday, a few rows back behind the Dublin dugout, so engaged in the action that you could almost hear the players communicating with each other, so close that you could nearly smell the sweat off their jerseys.
It was a privilege to be that close to pitchside to witness the mesmerising quality of Cork’s performance, the wizardry of their skills, the slickness of their pace and movement and devastating finishing, a total fusion of a complete Croke Park performance.
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