Giant-killer Comerford rattles Rock

HE is a most unlikely slayer of giants, Martin Comerford, but that is what he is.

Disarmingly charming, exceptionally friendly, full of craic, wit and humour, there isn’t a malicious bone in his long, fragile-looking frame, not a hint of badness or madness, of evil or violent intent.

Yet game after game in championship and League for Kilkenny, all this year and last, Martin goes out and tackles Goliaths. In almost every inter-county hurling team worthy of the name, probably the biggest man on the side, certainly the meanest, is the full-back. The challenge for the hurling full-forward is to take that man on, face him down, open the door to goals for yourself, for those around you.