What can I say, but timing is everything. Caro and I returned from sunny Spain in time for the great Boz's wedding to the lovely Catey the next day. A great day was had in Kilkenny City, the heart of the over-confident cats. There were bets between them as to the amount of points they would win by and the town was to be closed on Monday as usual from 9am to 11am for the 5 in a row. I smellt opportunity and couldn't wait to bate them!
We got C
aro kitted up in the Tipp colours to support the premiers and after a few wardrobe issues we were off to Dublin with dad. Rendevous point the red parrot to meet Fahey, the Rooneys and half of Birdhill, even the president passed us and waved.
Having scoured the country for tickets, Micky G in Sligo, Jim Fahey in mayo and the bould Daz Rooney from Laois all came up trumps to make sure there were a few more avid Tipp supporters in Croker.
What a day, what a game and youthful exhuberance and confidence as well as well prepared shone through for the Premier County to get the hurling All ireland crown back home to Tipp. Bhi an athas ar cupla de na ard sturatheoiri and Carolina got a few unexpected hugs and kisses after the full time whistle (hello to Paul Ormonde's uncle that works in Croker)
Having winded our way home along the M7 for 6 hours we were home for a pint in the Coopers bar in Birdhill to soak up the euphoria. On Monday we drove to the home of hurling Semple Stadium to welcome da boys home It was a good evening and again a celebratory drink was had. Well done to Conor from Newport, Shane from Ballinahinch and all the boys.
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