I had the Dublin mug in the 80s pal. I stand by what I said. 14 of those titles were won before 1924 FFS. Teams full of Kerrymen living in Dublin working for the British armed forces.
Unfortunately when an elderly wife or husband dies the one left behind is never too long being called to their eternal reward either. Hopefully he can see out his remaining days in some degree of comfort.
When Dublin couldnât afford him he came back to Laois in â04 and took his job back on that infamous night on The Heath. He was an awful rogue bless him.
You are forever on here claiming that the GAA is dead. Bemoaning the organisation that it has become. Claming with some justification that it is overly commercialized with too many people with their snouts in the trough. Well Micko was one of the first to put his snout in the trough and he kept it there for 30 years. He was a pioneer for all the carpetbagging managers and coaches that dominate the GAA landscape today.
The GAA is dead. Its dying in rural Ireland, and its barely alive in urban areas.
Micko delivered on what he promised. We gave Teddy Mac the same money to to get done for drinking driving at the exact time he was meant to be on a sideline.
Micko didnât kill GAA. He fucking set fire to it.
I loved the old footage of the interviews over the bonnet of the car in Mick OâDwyers garage in Waterville. It reminded me of a time when the âbuild upâ to an All Ireland would consist of a slot on Sport Stadium where Mick Dunne would be standing in a farmyard and two hurlers would roll in in a Datsun and be interviewed by Mick across the car with the sound of cows lowing in the background.