A very Mayo sort of Spring night in Castlebar
Driving to Castlebar on Saturday night listening to Michael Corcoran describe the 41 phases which preceded Johnny Sexton landing his monster drop-kick, it was tempting to remain in the car, let the seat back, turn the heat up and visualise how you’d like to see Mayo beat Kerry.
Mercifully, all it took was the first mention of soft hands, dancing feet and good ball presentation for you to remember that McHale Park on a Baltic Saturday night was a good enough place to be. Besides, it was The Kingdom, and they had some fresh talent and a nice new jersey to show off. T’would be rude sure, and as our mothers told us courtesy doesn’t cost a thing.
