OBITUARY: Peter Keogh, writer and Wicklow County Board president

 ‘I could not believe what I was looking at. I still believe that there is no game like hurling’

Cycling to Dublin from the small Wicklow village of Talbotstown was a considerable feat in 1947, though not unusual in an era where traffic congestion was a nightmare not yet even imaginable.

Certainly, the 18-year-old Peter Keogh wasn’t perturbed by the prospect, nor was his brother Jack. More remarkable from their point of view was that they were going to an All-Ireland final but not a football one. This was hurling.