Tipp’s topple not tomorrow

SOME day, Tipperary hurlers will have another afternoon to forget.

Shane McGrath will be inexplicably listless; Paul Curran will slip and lose hold of the leash; Pádraic Maher will come down from the clouds outfetched; Lar, God forbid, will clutch the back of a leg; Seamus Callinan will be reminded, by his own people, to put two hands on the hurley; of Bonner, it will be asked, what good is all the rooting if you can’t throw the odd one over the bar?

And so on and so forth, and whenever the off day comes, the fault lines in the champions will have been obvious to the sages all along, particularly those closest to home.