At home on hurling’s holy ground

John Fitzgibbon’s father, Vincie, told me something once in Cloyne when I was a young fella.

He said that when he walked into some places he could feel hurling. He could sense it. When he walked into Thurles for instance, he could feel hurling. When he walked into Cloyne he could feel it. Hurling leaves something in the air. That resonated with me.

I picked Eddie O up last Friday and we drove east to Walsh Park in Waterford. Crowds were clogging the roads before we even got there. You got a sense of two things. The love people have for Ken McGrath and what sort of a place Walsh Park is.