Seán Óg Ó hAilpín: 'I wish I had my time back again. To savour it and the wins a bit more'

For so long on the big match days you knew where he’d be: right there in Thurles, Limerick, Croker or wherever it was, in the thick of it or on the wing. Plucking a ball from out of the sky or being the first to scoop it up off the ground. Bursting out, using that immaculate frame to break the tackle. Taking a small tap of the ball, a sideways glance, then offloading it by hand or by bás to launch another Cork attack, score, win. It seemed like he would play forever, live forever, forever Seán Óg.