Colm O'Rourke: Dublin's hungry young warriors can scent the blood of an illustrious Kingdom desperately clinging to power
Gilroy's army must deliver game of their lives to force a changing of the guard, writes Colm O'Rourke
In normal circumstances, previewing a game featuring some of the greatest players of all time against a team that has no such claims would make for a very easy task. It has been so for the last decade, tip Kerry to win the final and most of the time you are right. Not much need for a rigorous analysis.
And those who claim it is all on the day are entirely wrong. The great sides get better on the big occasions while lesser ones implode. This has been Dublin's fate recently.
The great rivalry is, of course, also a myth. It suits Kerry very well to say nice things about Dublin. Then they come to Croke Park, give them a hiding, throw Sam Maguire in the back of the train and get back to the Kingdom and the serious business of the club championship, because that decides which Kerryman lifts Sam the following year.