Vincent Hogan: Rebels dodge a bullet
Published 23/08/2010 | 05:00
Conor Counihan's first move was to loop into the stand behind him where he placed himself, sentry-like, by the metal gate.
One by one, Cork's squad players came clacking down the steps into his embrace. It was a gesture designed to celebrate the collective. Counihan isn't drawn to the glib or the grandiose, yet every wrinkle of this group's personality has been explored and dissected to the point that defeat here would have stamped them with a branding iron.
Imagine. Kerry and Tyrone out of the way and you get taken down by the Dubs. From heretofore, perhaps they might have cared to play in pinny dresses.