Eoin Cadogan: Cork on the road to nowhere: Surely it's time to twist now?
HARD BALL: Limerick's Mike Casey wins possession ahead of Patrick Horgan at PĂĄirc UĂ Chaoimh on Sunday.Â
Fool me once shame on you âŠÂ
As I walked from my PĂĄirc Ui Chaoimh seat on Sunday at the final whistle, the Wolf Tonesâ âWeâre on the one road,â was belting out on the sound system... âon the road to God knows whereâŠ.âÂ
It neatly summed up the feeling amongst the majority of Cork supporters â annoyance, frustration, disbelief.
A lot of the same issues from last yearâs All-Ireland re-surfacing in every half-conversation as we walked up the hill from the stadium. Then I met a beaming TJ Ryan. âDefinition of insanity again, Cadsâ.
Could I argue? I would have loved to have been able to argue the case and stand up for the group Iâd only recently departed from but I was left shrugging my shoulders with no counterpoint.
Fool me twice, shame on me âŠÂ
During last yearâs All-Ireland defeat, especially after half time, you could feel the life being sucked from the Cork supporters. The same mistakes being punished, Limerick relishing in our basic errors and driving the stake through for good measure. I sat on the bus that day sad, annoyed and upset with my own and the collective performance. We travelled to Connolly Station, tears rolling down my face with embarrassment walking towards the train. Eight months later, Easter Sunday was the day to unleash that hurt. Sunday was the day to try something different. Sunday was the day to show Limerick and the country that this is a different Cork now.
But we got nothing, save a five-minute flurry at the beginning. Thereafter Limerick doused Cork ardour with relative ease. Cork were extinguished and the opposition never had to leave third gear.
When I look at Limerick, I see togetherness. They celebrate the turnovers together. The ball gets moved to the man in the best position. They tackle together, the man who comes on means as much to the group as the man who started. I sat next to Limerickâs recently retired Tom Condon and he celebrated every tackle, every turnover, every score like he was still a part of it. I thought to myself: Family. Togetherness. Belief.
As much as it pains me to say this, Cork seem like a bunch of individuals with no collective cohesion. The groans from the south stand and around the stadium when Cork recycled the ball were understandable at times. As frustrating as Aaron Gillaneâs goal was, when I look back at it, when Tim O'Mahony looked up to deliver the long ball, both Patrick Horgan and Shane Kingston were running in the same direction, away from the space, leaving Tim with nobody to hit inside and forcing him to turn back where, inevitably, Sean OâDonoghue got turned over.
That comes back to an understanding of each other and thatâs not there with Cork. If my team-mate is attacking up the field it behoves me to have my head on a swivel to see what danger lurks behind me in green. That awareness comes with togetherness.
What is worth saying is a word for some of the Cork backs (while everyone else is tearing them asunder); Niall OâLeary, Sean OâDonoughue, Ciaran Joyce and Robert Downey (when introduced), all stood up. Itâs no mean feat to stand in a backline when the ship is holed beneath the waterline.
Minimum tackles, token efforts. 2-16 from turnovers. Is that down to Corkâs inability to execute basic skills? Hardly. Youâre dealing with the best players in Cork not being permitted execute the basic skills and that comes down to the oppositionâs manic work ethic. In that situation, you match the work ethic or youâre fried.
In last yearâs All Ireland final, Corks forwards had three tackles in the first half. I would love to know what the tackle count was last Sunday. While the ball must be delivered quicker, there has to always be an option or out ball. Instead, we saw token efforts when it came to running hard for possession.
Unquestionably Limerick were their usual, ruthless, slick selves. Their warm-up was crisp and sharp. Balls pinged to the hand, everyone knowing their job, positioning and what was expected of them. Will OâDonoghue epitomises Limerickâs attitude and haunted Darragh Fitzgibbon for 70-plus minutes without a whimper or a Cork hit being put on the enforcer. Diarmaid Byrnes planting his feet time and time again to shoot.Â
Limerick have the smarts to assess opposition strategy, learn and dismantle it. See how they worked the ball out: Rather than Finn, Casey or Nash receiving the ball short and heading laterally to a wing back which inevitably narrows the space and options, they went straight down the middle. In a game where we hear about this middle third being chaotic or a âcollision zoneâ, how exactly did they do that?Â
Hegarty, Lynch and Morrisey are all critical in this. OâDonoghue and Darragh Donovan both move towards the man in possession knowing the Cork players would push hard and follow - which creates that clearance of space for Morrissey and Hegarty to run diagonally into that central pocket. And diagonally being the difference â both Cork wing backs expected a lateral run across the field that never came and were ultimately left standing there.
After 52 minutes, Ger Millerick and Ciaran Joyce stood in conversation with both hands out as if to say âwhat the hell is going onâ? Who could blame them? There were plenty more in the stands thinking the same.
In the last three championship encounters, Limerick have now beaten Cork by an aggregate of 35 points. In defeat, responsibility falls at everyoneâs doorstep. In business, an employee would have to undergo a performance review. This would be rated on teamwork, results and process improvements. If Cork were to be assessed at this moment in time, the euphemism of ânot meeting expectationsâ would be a charitable finding.
With a Cork management featuring two newly-recruited coaches, I expected to see something different but all we got Sunday were the same failings on loop. Either the system currently being deployed by the coaches isnât working or the players are failing the system being deployed.
I almost sense thereâs an arrogance there that weâre sticking to what we know because itâs right, itâs Cork. As if we are the team chasing the three-in-a-row.
Sticking has not worked. Itâs time to twist.





