Micko: Time for a rest

WHEN it ended, Mick O’Dwyer simply curled his match programme that bit tighter, took off his woolly hat and marched head down towards the dressing-room.

There was no loitering, no salute to the crowd. No pause to capture the moment for posterity.

It didn’t feel right that his five years spent managing Wicklow — and a grand total of 36 seasons spent patrolling sidelines up and down the country — should end like that, with the great man departing the stage almost unnoticed.