Anyone that is lucky enough to have a Camogie team in their club will know that these players take their game as seriously as their male counterparts do. Last year Donal Óg Cusack appealed to everyone out there to stop patronising the game of Camogie. He spoke warmly and respectfully of the players’ fitness, their skill and their dedication to their craft. He memorably said it says something about the sort of people they are in the way they express themselves.
A third consecutive draw in the All Ireland hurling final apparently would have been a 1500/1 shot with any bookie willing to offer a price back in 2012. There not having been previously a hurling draw since before Setanta took on the Hound of Cullian, it was not a wager any right thinking punter would have made. Still if we had access to a trusty De Lorean, a hefty dose of hindsight and the means to get back to the future a few quid on it would have made perfect sense. The debate today has been just how good was this match in the pantheon of great All Ireland Hurling Finals.
How old school are you? Seriously? What’s your view on hamstring injuries? Dynamic warm ups? Is your memory of a warm up booting as many O’Neills size fives over the crossbar as possible before the referee whistled you on? Spit on the hands, rub on the togs and away you go. Hit your man hard, early and often so he knows what he’s dealing with. Any of this sound familiar? If you’re too young to remember, ask your oul fella, or his oul fella. It was different in them days.
“Did we win?” he asked. “No,” replied his mum, “we lost.” The wee lad burst into tears. He was about four years of age and dressed in O’Neills Galway jersey and a red and white headband. The dad was beside him wearing a Cork jersey. The Galway minors had just lost to Limerick.