The First Sunday in September

Video of Interview for Croke Park GAA Museum Now Live

The video of my interview with Julianne McKeigue of the Croke Park GAA Museum, marking the selection of The First Sunday in September as the Museum Book Club Book of the Month in their book club. I really enjoyed the chat with Julianne. You can watch the interview here. 

Event at Mallow Arts Festival October 30th

I’m delighted to be part of Mallow Arts Festival 2021 with an event at Mallow GAA Complex at Carrigoon on Sunday October 30th. Very much looking forward to meeting old friends and talking about my writing.

Interview with Denis Hurley in The Echo

I did an interview with Denis Hurley for The Echo about The First Sunday in September being the Croke Park GAA Museum’s Book Club Choice for October 2021. You can read it here. 

The First Sunday in September Croke Park GAA Museum’s Book Club Choice

I am very honoured that The First Sunday in September is the Croke Park GAA Museum’s Book Club Choice for October 2021. Each month the GAA Museum team choses a well-known GAA book to read and review and at the end of the month, the museum hosts a free online interview with the author, in which members can submit questions and comments. Personally it’s a lovely feeling that visitors to Croke Park have the opportunity to buy the book there, in the stadium around which the novel hinges. Three years after it’s publication it also brings new readers to the book, from all over Ireland and abroad, which is great. It’s also brilliant to be following in the footsteps of such amazing writers as Mary White, Christy O’Connor, Dave Hannigan, Michael Foley and Paul Rouse. And I’m sure that great books will feature in the GAA Museum Book Club in

What I Feel when I’m on The Pilgrim Path to Croke Park

All of the 71,000 souls who took the pilgrim path to Croke Park yesterday to live the moment in Limerick’s exquisite win over Cork experienced a scatter of emotions. Not just those who travelled, either – but hundreds of thousands of others who watched or listened in. Here are some of mine before the game. A sense of intention, of purpose, when I wake in the holiday home five minutes before 6am. Up and at ‘em. Here we go, here we go, here we go, and all that. Mount Brandon is stretching itself up into clouds, as it usually does. The gate leaves a creaky grumble when I free the latch. The water on Smerwick Harbour is a slate grey, waves flecking the surface.