Shouldering responsibility
In the stands along both sides of the pitch, in the terraces at either end, people flinched at the violence of the impact, this two-man, human car-crash, and afterwards, the roar of the Limerick fans came from deep in the chest.
Those same people, however, those followers of hurling, male and female, Limerick and Waterford, also allowed themselves a little smile; as much as the subtlety of a Henry Shefflin goal-touch, as much as the sweetness of a pure Eoin Kelly strike, this was hurling as it always was — raw, pure, ageless.


