Joy follows years of pain
It may have surged down the adjacent Lee, bounced off the various little bays and inlets along the south coast, echoed off the banks of the princely Blackwater estuary, where two counties collide, and washed all the way back to the proud and ancient city of Waterford. It was probably waiting there late last night to welcome home the thousands of faithful fans who had set it rolling in the first place.
It was a howl, a communal bellow from deep in the throat of a county that has had a bellyful of disappointment. Or maybe it was a cry of relief after a game which moments earlier, like so many before, had been slipping from them, but this once, had been rescued with minutes to spare.
