Vincent Hogan: Not even Jim Gavin's best Soprano smile will thieve Westmeath's euphoria this morning
The lost province threw up quite a commotion without ever angling towards any woolly-headed notions of Dublin being close to abdication. We got something that hadn't been seen since Cusack and the boys called order in Hayes's Hotel. But Westmeath's first championship defeat of Meath had the air of bridesmaids wrestling over a tossed garter. It was epochal in a strictly local way.