Remember the time when playing Gaelic Football involved training two or three times a week and playing a game at the weekend? Gone be the day.
Remember the time when you were only ever accountable to one manager? Gone be the day.
Remember the time amateur sportsmen and working men were allowed sleep in the morning until they had to go to work? Gone be the day.
Remember the time GAA players drank water and Lucozade instead of protein shakes? Gone be the day.
Remember the time farmers were able to commit to inter-county panels? Gone be the day.
Remember the time farmers were able to commit to inter-county panels? Gone be the day.
Remember the time you spent more time on the football pitch than you did in the gym? Gone be the day.
Remember the time when football was predominantly about skill and intelligence rather than strength and power? Gone be the day.
Remember the time when the competition within an inter-county panel was about who could score the most or who could keep their man scoreless instead of who could lift the heaviest weight? Gone be the day.
Remember the time GAA players didn’t wear jerseys that were purposefully designed to be too small for them? Gone be the day.
Remember the time when young GAA players were able to play for their college and their county team? Gone be the day.
Remember the time when people accepted that amateur sportsmen were exactly that? Gone be the day.
Remember the time when the best players in the country were automatically able to commit to playing with their county? Cherish those days.
A man can only use love as a reason for so long. The GAA world is going mad. Mad, I tell you.
Time to go make some lunch. #disillusioned
