This isn’t the September road, it’s Kilkenny’s road
Biddy Early had been slain. Every curse and piseóg that had been heaped on top of us for decades was exorcised and banished from the Banner. There was a full-time fiesta around the county. You’d think that we had won the World Cup and Champions League combined and that there was nothing ever to be won again.
We had been so starved of Munster success, we’d been devastated by so many harrowing big day defeats that it would have been easy for us to settle for what we had, which was still huge in our eyes. But we didn’t. We knew there was still a huge prize there for us if we really went after it. And we did.
