Shattered Tyrone learn size does matter

EVERYTHING in a losing dressing-room resonates with defeat, especially at this stage of summer. The half-empty Lucozade bottles, the banana skins lying around are just reminders that this was a place where dreams were shattered.

The Tyrone team beat a hasty retreat to the team bus, the players, normally a lively gaggle of youthfulness, are silent and despondent. It is left to Art McRory to sift through the shards of a broken summer.

For 25 minutes yesterday, Tyrone looked like an unstoppable juggernaut. Stephen O'Neill and Peter Canavan were scoring, seemingly, at will. Everything they touched turned to gold. And then, it all disintegrated.