Just a God determined to bring the Holy Grail to his people

AFTER 119 years, there were still some who couldn’t catch a glimpse of Sam. So Peter Canavan, who acted like a big, smiling child all evening, did the proper thing.

As the dignitaries droned on and on, as the swaying masses before the courthouse waved their flag and chanted Tyrone, the great one burst from the stage.

Where was he going? Heavies in yellow flak jackets, television cameras and the few journos witnessing the incredible scenes in Omagh, followed as dutifully as every step in Canavan’s career has been followed. They told us on the stage this was a fantastic achievement for the whole of Tyrone to revel in, Canavan was making sure that was the case.