Winter rules apply
Yes, winter finally came south last Saturday — cold, horizontal gale-blown rain, a semi-darkness that never lifted — and on the field of play, as with our Cork Con-supporting friend and his imbibing routine, winter rules most definitely applied.
Given he was one of those individuals who is certain of his every opinion, anxious that that opinion needed to be made publicly known to all in his immediate vicinity, there were other comments as this match progressed but they don’t bear reporting here, not in a family newspaper. Suffice to say they were ultra-critical of almost everything happening in front of us. Even if there wasn’t an awful lot to praise, however, it was easy to be critical, too easy. With our backs to the rain, snug and sheltered in the covered stand, we couldn’t possibly appreciate just how difficult it was on the pitch but if ever it can be said that a potentially top-class match was ruined by the gods, this was it.