Well, it had to work one time…
I felt that my article in Blue&Navy magazine earlier that summer which set the All Ireland run as an adaptation of The Sting with Kerry/JOC filling the role of baddy Lonnegan was a fairly inspired bit of Mystic Meg.
Pity nobody ever read my contributions, doh!
Of the day itself I recall having a Nally terrace ticket, the dreathar was in Dineen, a bunch of cosmically cocky Kerry lads behind me wrecked my head especially after we lost the mínúir in tragic fashion, so I finally plucked up the courage to hop the fence into The Real Hill. BEST move I ever made!
I always feel with finals, seeing as we’ve been in a few (), it’s the moments when everyone’s leaving the pub, or wherever one might be leaving, and making the march to the ground, that I am most nervous, and a bit sad to be leaving behind all the fun and excitement of the long build-up to the final and the hours before it.
The day just goes too damn quick! Also then the silence before the anthem, the throw in, and the roar that goes with the throw-in, all heart-quaking stuff.