The green and gold standard
THREE weeks ago, Colm Cooper stood in the stillness of Fitzgerald Stadium and had an epiphany. Taking a brief rest from the rigours of training, it dawned on him. This is me, he thought. This is where I am most content. This is where I am among my best friends. Across Lewis Road are the rest of my close buddies. This is what I am.
That realisation wasn’t always obvious. It wasn’t so much that football was a chore as much as he didn’t fully appreciate how much he loved the game. It’s been as good to him as he has to it.