I’ve had very little time (and even less inclination) to write anything about tomorrow’s final but a few brief words are in order, I suppose. Words like Up Cork, Come On The Rebels, that sort of thing. I hope they’ll do it, not least cos I tipped them for Sam way back before the Summer we didn’t have but, in truth, no such self-important kind of reasoning is required. It’s Kerry they’re playing for feck’s sake and everyone outside of Kerry will (or at least should) be rooting for the opposition.
Kerry do not, of course, need another All-Ireland title to flaunt around the place but, of course, they’ve already plenty of reasons lined up as to why their “hunger” for victory is as strong as ever dish ear. You don’t need me to repeat them here. The bottom line is that Kerry want to win it every year, they want it so bad every year that they’d like to play the All-Ireland twice every year. Kerry, every year, Kerry, every year, Kerrrrrrrraaaggghhhhhh! Come On The Rebels!
