Memories of a scoring sorcerer: Paul Flynn

Just the mention of Cork-Waterford in Thurles and Paul Flynn’s name and magic soon springs to mind. No other player did more to shape one of hurling’s most thrilling rivalries and one of its most universally-loved teams.

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.