Canavan’s dream could have been a nightmare

ONE minute he was relaxing in his bedroom awaiting the call to get on the bus taking the new All-Ireland SFC champions on a memorable trip home, the next, he was being mobbed in the foyer of the Burlington Hotel as he alighted from the lift with his wife Finola.

Such is Peter Canavan's new life.

It is an experience that he deserves perhaps more than any other member of his generation. For so long he seemed destined to join the tortured list of great footballers never to collect a Celtic Cross, a gaping hole in an otherwise faultless career.