Cork optimism and an emotional roller-coaster over two trips to Tipp

“And you may find yourself sleeping fitfully through a massive thunderstorm.

The thought of it had been hovering around like a black cloud over Galtee Mór all week. Thurles on Saturday night for the football and again Sunday for the hurling. The idea of staying overnight was appealing, particularly with an early-throw in on the Sunday, but when the matter was broached, it was shot down. Emphatically.

Admittedly, there were fleeting thoughts of leaving Saturday night go, but in the end, conscience got the better of me and I steeled myself with the old maxim; if you expect nothing, you can’t be disappointed.