Omens point to Tipperary in intriguing encounter
Another Munster final and it’s easy to imagine the ancients gazing down from on high on Tom Semple’s field where they once sported and played. The Gods in their seats in the Gods. Ring. Mackey. The Doyles. John Keane. Tull Considine. All the other members of the heavenly host.
We know what they expect. Blood and thunder, whirling ash, broken hurleys, the dust rising in several squares. And we know what they’ll get tomorrow. Spare men and sweepers, runners steaming in off the shoulder, five-metre handpasses, ten-metre stick passes and not a ground ball to be seen for love or money.
