Brewster’s belief is echoed in wee county

PAUL BREWSTER wishes he was five years younger. For so long, he was the soul of Fermanagh football, the man who kept believing when others threw up their head.

Last winter, he realised he had nothing left to give. His knees were buckled. With Raymie Gallagher absconding to the capital, Fermanagh football had now lost its copper-haired soul. The man who made them tick. A season of disaster loomed.

Today, in Croke Park, that ‘disastrous’ season reaches it apex against the orange stone-wall of Armagh. The wee-est of wee counties has been having its season of seasons.