Fergal O’Donnell: Roscommon let the jersey down in Empire State

Dusk descended early on a northern corner of the Bronx on Sunday night.

The first day of May had been unseasonably wet, bitterly cold. The floodlights, switched on soon after throw-in of the afternoon’s main event, now kept the place lit.

But the party was only getting started. The beer poured freely and the BBQs billowed smoke across the concourse as nobody looked ready to leave early.