Wet beaks, wet feet but no damp squib

For what Joe Brolly considered a phoney war, yesterday’s first game produced its share of mean hits and collateral damage. Nearly all of it in the studio.

Michael Lyster teed up Colm O’Rourke with the hospital pass. “You were down in the west this week, giving them your hard-earned money.”

Brolly’s distaste for the cynical foul and the cheap shot could wait. “I’m surprised you still have money left for the races, O’Rourke. Do your creditors know this? Does Nama know this? This is what O’Rourke does; flaunts himself in front of the taxpayer of Ireland.”