It wouldn’t be All-Ireland final day without…
You tried every possible avenue during the week; the lad at work from the club in Mayo; the cousin’s wife’s brother-in-law who once cleaned JBM’s gutters. You dropped back a lawnmower you had since 2006, on the off chance. You put a small appeal out via Joe Duffy, having rung him in the first place about the Edge’s hat. And yet, here you are inside in the Gresham at half one, with two decent Cusacks in the back pocket, trying to find a home for the Canal End you panic-bought last night.
