No yielding, no surrender the cry from Tipperary brigade

At around 4.15am yesterday morning, some boy-racer thought the Ennis-Kilrush road was Siverstone or Mondello Park. The car started doing donuts, the screeching tyres laying assault to my eardrums. I had to be up at 6.30 anyway to meet the Limerick minor bus at 8 but that was my night’s sleep done and dusted.

I started walking around the house. I let out the dog, who was never outside that early in her life. She was nearly looking at me as if to say, ‘What are you calling me for this at this ungodly hour?

It was a long day, a hard day put down with defeat for the minors but I was desperately proud of the boys.