Vincent Hogan: Masters of all they survey
Ryan hails players' nerve as Tipp lord it over Cork
Published 30/05/2011 | 05:00
After the silent season, comes the rumble of thunder out of Tipperary. The day was gun-metal grey and the hurling mightn't have been pitched quite to the highest esoteric taste, but Thurles still had a summer feeling. Tipp and Cork went at it like rutting stags for more than an hour, until the home boys eventually hit a kind of motorway cruising speed and slipped away over the horizon.
They looked beautiful at times, mildly distracted at others. There is a hair-trigger explosiveness to their forward line and, just as Cork scented hope, they ended up getting nuked. This is what Tipp do.
Cork's team selection was an acknowledgement of straitened circumstance and, for all of Denis Walsh's disappointment at conceding 1-4 in the last four minutes, he could appreciate the heat his team had summoned.