You can almost smell Kilkenny’s belief

In Nowlan Park two weeks ago, there was a sense in the air that you could nearly touch, that Kilkennyism, that fireproof security in themselves and their team, an attitude that said, ‘Ah, they’re all on about Tipperary, Galway and Waterford, it doesn’t matter who we’ve lost, we’ll take down any one of them’.

You could almost smell it off the warm breath from the big cat’s roar.

The roar was loud enough to warn off anyone who dares to enter their lair but if I was in Anthony Cunningham’s shoes tomorrow, I’d be happy enough. In 2012, they absolutely annihilated us, the Dubs, in Portlaoise.