Ireland... 13 South Africa... 8 One of the strange curiosities of the four match saga between Meath and Dublin in the Leinster SFC of 1991 was, after all the hype and coverage had subsided, it was only a first round encounter. The victors still had several hurdles to cross before they could even contemplate silverware.... Continue Reading →
Forget Milwall, we need that chant for ourselves
It's an unfortunate back handed compliment that, when you're the best at what you do, there's always somebody waiting to knock you off your perch. When you don't disappear fast enough, they get ratty and try to dislodge you by nefarious means. As my late father correctly observed about a certain political party, if they... Continue Reading →