Twee but poignant scene suitable for any budding authors of a GAA “Fever Pitch” style book (hello Eamonn Sweeney):
I was walking down to the local shop here in Galway about an hour ago to get some cheap English cider (Guinness, actually, 8 cans for €10) ahead of Damo tonight and there was a giant skip in front of the house at the bottom of my street. Placed delicately on top of the overflowing pile of rubbish in the skip, was a single, solitary Mayo flag, as unwanted as the tattered sofas, smashed chairs and broken down washing machines and tumble dryers underneath it.
Felt very sorry for McNaughton for Cushendall. Talk about ploughing a lone furrow. Class player but he was a one man band.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - Mayo have the highest percentage of roasters per capita of any county. When I walked into The Big Tree around 12.45pm and saw a couple of lads in their early 20’s with Castlebar wristbands tied across their foreheads I knew they were goosed.