The build up is nerve jangling for me. It’s not the usual extreme though, sadly. I’m burying an uncle in the morning, he was an avid Dubs fan, a proper Gael and an inspiration to me. He’s my dear mammy’s youngest brother and a man who would have dreamed of the 5 in a row. So I’m hopeful of something a bit special as a great send off for him.
I said it before and I’ll say it again. This team owe us nothing. In fact, we owe them a multitude. I have so many fantastic memories from this bunch, it’s impossible to put a quantity on it. The hug from Jamesy in the Burlo in 2011 I will never, ever, ever, forget… Then in 2013 the gratitude shown to me and another lad by a player for coaching him from the open top bus. The “ah sure, if we win it every 2 years, I’ll be OK with that” laugh we had after a dear friend’s utterances in 2014. In 2015, the climax was magnificent. We are really and truly a force again. Onwards and upwards. The games in the following years were all, in each of their many different ways, superb for so many reasons.
I love the tears, hugs smiles and the Jeysus never ending pints of the Sam Maguire celebrations. I think it may be time to start cutting back on the 3 day sessions though!
Whatever happens tomorrow. It’s our Dubs. It’s our team. We love them. Let’s hope they can complete the immortal task. Up the Dubs. Our Dubs.