Brilliant, sublime, heroic: God’s game delivers again
Poor oul‘ Tomás Ó Sé. A couple of weeks back, he was lamenting how fed up he was of how God’s game, as he termed it, was overshadowing his beloved football. Ah sure look, Tomás, you only have to put up with this glorious stuff for another few weekends. And in the meantime, Tomás can keep watching, as he stated himself on Twitter at half-time of yesterday’s Kerry-Galway match, that ‘horrible’ other stuff.
Yesterday in Thurles was more epic stuff from an epic championship. Before I go any further, I’ll have to contain myself from using that word another 50 times in this column. Fantastic. Brilliant. Sublime. Heroic. Herculean. Mesmeric. Call me a hurling snob if you want but don’t get me started about any comparisons with ‘God’s game’, and what can often be loosely termed the ‘Devil’s game’.
