ENDA McEVOY: Cork to take a step on the road back to Corkness

Back about 10 or 15 years ago during the days of the late and still lamented Sunday Tribune, the hurling correspondent — a handsome and debonair fellow, can’t think of his name — was straining to sum up the prospects of the men in red and white in a match preview, writes Enda McEvoy.

He solved this mighty internal struggle by asserting that “Cork are Cork” and more or less left it there.

(Don’t ask me the year, the match, the opposition or the result. All of these have been long forgotten by everyone except a chap who reminds me of the “Cork are Cork” line every now and then.)