Beating Dublin in Croke Park is like blowing up the Death Star

Croke Park has been treated by the GAA public lately as if it were a vacuous hunk on the receiving end of a particularly awkward Love Island dumping.

“Look, I know we had a connection, babes…and the physical side of things is great, don’t get me wrong…but, y’know, you’ve kinda become the symbol of the oppressive corporate GAA regime intent on crushing the grassroots under its sponsored jackboot…know what I mean, babes?”

It’s nothing personal, of course. The GAA’s cathedral on Jones Road is still the field of dreams for anyone who’s ever swung a hurley or kicked an O’Neill’s.