Kerry can’t get sucked into a dogfight

THOSE Limerick footballers in whom hope still survives and whose hearts have remained unwarped after a decade of tilting at the windmills are a redoubtable bunch.

I imagine that the veterans of the early to mid noughties have had days when they were enmeshed in regret, tallying all the spurned chances and lamenting wasted July moments in the Gaelic Grounds, in Fitzgerald Stadium and most recently, in Páirc Uí Chaoimh.

When the ball is thrown in tomorrow for their Munster football final against Kerry in Killarney however, their thoughts will be as light and unburdened as the day they first pulled on the emerald green jersey with the legendary John Quane for company. Gaelic footballers are a resilient bunch and Limerick footballers this past decade, it seems, are that bit more resilient than most.