Cork were made to rue a host of missed chances in yesterday's All-Ireland SHC quarter-final defeat at Semple Stadium, but nevertheless, manager Kieran Kingston was proud of his side's performance as they battled back to get within a point of Galway in the end.
To the best of our knowledge, there is no 30-year reunion planned for the Boys of ’92. They flew out of Dublin in late May that year, just as one of the biggest news stories in Irish history was breaking — Bishop Eamonn Casey and his extra curricular activity — and it followed them to New Zealand. On the second game of a harrowing but instructive trip, a banner was unfurled in the crowd at Lancaster Park, then home of Canterbury: ‘The Bishop didn’t do it.’ Oh, he did it all right. But on a different pitch the rugby boys would get very little done.
Clare stared defeat in the face yesterday — six points down with 15 minutes left and many of their big names struggling to make any impact. But in the manner of a side that simply refused to allow their season to end they finished powerfully to see off a brave Wexford challenge.
Golf was a game of honour at the time, even for Greg Norman. The month was June 1995, and the game’s most dominant star was sitting in the clubhouse of the Tournament Players Club at Avenel, telling me about things that mattered in life.
For aspirational professional rugby players the summer tour is often your best chance of breaking through from being an uncapped novice to winning that coveted first cap and hopefully becoming part of the furniture for the November series and Six Nations championships in the future.
Even as a slight 13 year-old, there was little doubt where Darwin Nunez would end up. “I still remember the first time I saw him play,” says Jose Perdomo, the man who first discovered Liverpool’s record signing. “Darwin was taller than most kids of his age, very skinny - a player made for Europe.”
A match defined by an extraordinary closing phase of play, victory having looked destined to go Wexford’s way when Mikie Dwyer sent over a score in the 57th minute to put them six points clear. Nothing in hurling, you say, but Clare looked dead on their feet, empty of ideas and drained of vitality.