‘If it doesn’t hurt when you lose, it isn’t worth anything’
Seán Ó Sé sang a few of the Cork anthems, there was laughter and music, craic go leor, as the fans tried to give the players a boost, let them know their support was there, regardless.
Monday morning in the same hotel, however, was a quieter place, a more subdued place. In ones, twos, threes, the Cork players drifted down to the lobby, and the pain of defeat was there, the cold realisation of what been lost plain for all to see.