Mike Quirke: Tyrone go from the hunter to the hunted

For most people, the abiding image of the 2003 semi-final clash between Kerry and Tyrone was that epic scene of carnage in front of the Hogan Stand, when time appeared to stand still and the pack of white Tyrone jerseys surrounded and attacked two or three of its prey in green and gold with vicious precision.

It was like a scene from National Geographic, watching a pack of hungry lions waiting at water’s edge, taking turns to ambush and bring down the nervous wildebeest, unsure of where to cross or how to make their escape. One by one, they were felled and devoured by a manic, co-ordinated work rate that the game had not seen before. It heralded a new dawn for Gaelic football. A pack mentality.

It was my first year on the Kerry panel and I was sitting with the rest of the substitutes in the middle of the Hogan Stand bewildered by this huge deviation from the script.