Saturday night fever adds another familiar chapter

THE WEEKEND of the British Open, which is detailed elsewhere in these pages, is a perfect cue for talk of tradition and the past, though the (doubtless) heroics of various slacks-wearing, v-neck sporting super-athletes need not detain us here.

On Saturday night we attended the Munster hurling final played under lights in Thurles, a sentence combination which uses timing, illumination and event in a sequence we scarcely expected to write in our lifetime.

Leaving that affront to tradition to one side, the customary ingredients of the southern classic were all in evidence.