There are days in the GAA season which make you get down on your hands and knees and beg forgiveness for all those days you turned over to watch some pedestrian mid-Premiership soccer tie. The Prodigal Son has returned you say, no need to kill the fatted calf, just the subscription to Sky Sports.
There have been many memorable scenes to precede this climactic penultimate act, but few could've been as unpredictable as this. Limerick had long played the tormented Hamlet figure, feigning six years of madness, before finally dethroning their King Claudius.
Limerick vs. Waterford was one of those days. Had anyone in either county expected the game to turn out this way? Could anyone have forecasted Limerick would score five goals? Or that two high kings of their game, John Mullane and Paul Flynn, would be substituted like sacrificial lambs to the ye Gods-like performances of the Limerick players?
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