Who needs Ó Muircheartaigh anyway?

The news that David Nalbandian had been defaulted from the Queen's club final mustn't have been relayed to Martin Kiely on Sunday afternoon. If it had he would have surely mentioned it. Very little wasn't mentioned during his radio commentary of what was a pulsating Munster hurling semi-final at Semple Stadium. From German chancellor Angela Merkel to chickens scrapping for bits of bread to diving at the European Championships, Kiely covered it. Maybe co-commentator and well-known tennis lover Ken Hogan (that's pure fiction there) kept the information to himself? Perhaps the former Tipperary netminder Sky Plus-ed it, or is it Sky+ed? Not important. 

They were my Maltesers but I didn't mind

Perched high up in the Cusack Stand I handed the bag around. It had been two hours since we tucked into the salad, or 'cold plate' as they call it in the capital. Sugar levels were running low so I produced them. There was a spread of supporters to my right and left. Not all donning the blue and gold. No matter. 

Let's be clear. We weren't dealing with big-bag Maltesers like the ones you get in the cinema. No, just your ordinary size bag like the ones my mother used to put in my lunchbox. Some people are reluctant to dip into other people's bags of confectionery. Some need no encouragement.