Welcome to the long hot summer of Twitter

Twitter is spreading through the GAA like mumps through Coppers.

IT might not be this Sunday, but some Sunday soon it’ll happen. The thud of fist against table. The scatter of kicked water bottles. The flake of ash off the jam of a door. The clang of an old loser’s medal bouncing down a corridor. The silence of a theatrical moment. And then the umbrage. “Lads, you know well what that beeswax said about us during the week.”

And there it will be. A proud monument to a smart economy. A screenshot of a Tweet pinned to the door of a GAA dressing room for the very first time. Another blow to the newspaper trade.