Still thirsty at thirty
AT THE time the Cork footballers trained in Ballyhooly and lighting around Larry Tompkins’ killing fields was in name only. The selectors were stationed at the four corners of the pitch to dissuade short-cutters.
“All I remember is Kissane striding out in front. He had one of those awful soccer jerseys at the time and all I could do was focus on the No 6 on his back to keep me standing,” recalls one Cork colleague at the time. “I never saw the front of that jersey.”