Football, Irish style.

I went to a bar with some chumlies and the Paramour to watch Dublin v Kerry yesterday. Being the sort of gal who can explain offside and who likes to yell abuse at referees on television and wonder aloud if Jens is going the way of Seaman, it should be clear that soccer is more my game than Gaelige football. However it was a bar, it was sunday afternoon and there was beer so I went along.
It would be safe to say I wasn't expecting much.
But slap my thigh and call my lady patch babs, what a game! So fast, so brutal, so skilled, what speed, what guts, what bravery and balls! I loved it! I know at one point I slapped the arm off Chumley sitting to my right yelling, 'DID YOU SEE THAT!? THAT"S SOME KICK!" And it was.
Oh it was splendid, real end to end stuff with a nerve wracking few minutes from the end when I really did think Dublin might just claw their way back level. It was really very thrilling indeed.
So much so that I'm going to go and watch the all Ireland final between Kerry and Cork in that very same bar, although I may have to go alone. The paramour says he's still slightly deaf.
Eeeeee, discovering new things to enjoy is terrific. I'm very much for that.
Gaelige football, super stuff all together.
Now, who do we think will win between Cork and Kerry?