RIP Michael Lyster ❤️
Loved this 2018 RTÉ Tribute to him on his final day hosting The Sunday Game.
He fronted the panel so well for 35 years.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam.
One of my friends has an incredibly inspirational family.
She, her siblings, and their parents all genuinely like each other, and they spend an absurd amount of time together, even into adulthood.
This morning I asked her what her parents did differently.
She thought for a minute and then said,
“My mom jumped in the pool with us.”
Me: what?
“You know how when you go to the pool as a kid, all the parents are standing outside the pool talking to each other?”
“Our mom was always in the pool with us. Having fun with us.”
I haven’t stopped thinking about this.
Jump in the pool with your kids.
(This applies to many, many things.)
A brief tiny memory about Manchán Magan, who passed away yesterday.
I guested on a series he did 20 years ago, and he noted that I had dropped the “fada” (the accent/diacritic) over the O in my name, which I had replaced with a capital O, just for ease of understanding in the UK. “Put it back” he said, “It should be there, proudly”
And ever since, yes, the fada has been back on the O on every poster and tour. Here it is, outside the Swansea Arena last night. That’s Manchán’s doing.
🏐 Maurice Fitzgerald – Kerry Legend
Over a 14-year senior career with Kerry (1988–2001), he won:
🏆 2 All-Ireland titles
🏆 6 Munster titles
🏆 1 National Football League title
⭐️ 3 All-Star awards
…and was crowned Footballer of the Year in 1997 and 2000.
#KerryGAA
Clifford: The Day He Chose Greatness Differently
David Clifford scored 0-9 in an All-Ireland Final, and somehow that’s not the headline.
Because what defined him yesterday wasn’t just what he did on the ball, it was what he chose not to do.
He stayed wide. He stayed high. He stayed out of the chaos, often drifting where he wouldn’t see possession for minutes at a time, not because he wasn’t needed, but because he understood what the team needed more.
Space. Structure. Stretch. Options.
Every great forward wants the ball. On All-Ireland Final day, every fibre of him must have craved it. But Clifford’s greatness wasn’t in demanding the moment it was in elevating the players around him, in choosing to create rather than consume.
He let Gavin White own the early tempo.
He let Joe O’Connor storm the middle third.
He let Paudie conduct the attack.
And still he scored nine.
That’s not just leadership. That’s clarity, humility, and trust on the grandest stage.
For me, that’s what sets him apart.
Not the points tally. Not the two-pointers.
But the quiet discipline of a player who could have made it all about himself and didn’t.
That’s why for me he’s the best we’ve ever seen.
A once raucous rivalry is set to be renewed between @Armagh_GAA and @Kerry_Official in the All-Ireland SFC Semi-Final this weekend.
Take a trip down memory lane with #GAANOW, as we revisit the dramatic drawn semi-final of 2000!
When the final whistle for me is blown/
And I stand at last at God's judgement throne/
May the great Referee when he calls my name/
Say you hurled like a man, you played the game
Mícheál Ó Muircheartaigh recites 'A Hurler's Prayer'