Galway will be dreaming. Galway is always dreaming.
Galway are wanderers, emigrants, dreamers and more often than not will let you down but one day maybe will make you sit up with a big smile on your face.
Galway is a shiver down your spine remembering a day September when you saw joy and your relations, who economics made migrants of, hearts burst with pride. A place that forced them out but they never could and never wanted to force it out of their hearts.
It’s never easy to love Galway, it rains a lot, the people are often cynical but when a man needs a favour, a weight carried, a grave dug, a lift to a match, a ticket to a final.
A people who step back when you do well and step forward when you stumble.
Many of us swapped a life hewn from rock and a bit of fishing for new lives in Boston, Chicago and Dalkey. But we never forgot the sun setting over Dogs Bay and how Connemara embraces you like a strict mother embraces a child she loves.
Galway is Ireland. Any lad not backing Galway in a couple of weeks hates Ireland.
Barcelona v Man U is a Johnny come lately footix final pairing. Barcelona didn’t win the tournament until it’s 37st renewal in 1992 and Man U didn’t make their 2nd final until 1999.