Memories of a scoring sorcerer: Paul Flynn

He’ll go to Thurles tomorrow. Bring young Matthew to his first championship game. Probably bring him onto the pitch afterwards as well. He rarely had that privilege or access as a young fella.
When Paul Flynn was a kid going to Waterford games in the Munster championship invariably his father Pat would give the nudge and the order: come on, let’s get out of here, beat the traffic, this is long over.