I’ve walked in Liam Dunne’s shoes

Yesterday in Nowlan Park reminded me of the Gaelic Grounds in 1993.

Tongue hanging out, feet scalded, the shite being bate out of us by Tipp, I asked Pat O’Connor the referee what was left, knowing full well the misery was only going to continue.

‘Seventeen minutes, Anthony,’ said Pat. Holy Jesus, my heart sank. It sounded like an eternity. ‘Blow it up now, will ya.’ Misery. Absolute misery.