Vincent Hogan: Micheal stands alone as an incredible force of nature
Published 20/09/2010 | 05:00
Something daring that we like to do in those stair-cased work-stations on the Hogan Stand's seventh floor is dress for summer. This isn't wise, of course. The rest of the country may be slow-roasting to a nice pink colour, but there's always a part of Croke Park that is just blue lips and jumpy hair.
It's called the press box. And on a tingly July Sunday it's best not to go there without essentials, like crampons and a wool balaclava.
Actually, by September, that stern, grey balcony can carry a light dusting of frost and most of us approach it wearing multiple layers, as if it's the Matterhorn and we're expecting to be gone for weeks.