New York has Broadway; London has Shaftesbury Avenue; Paris has the Quartier des Theatres... But for real theatre of human emotion, passion, heroism, triumph, and heartbreak, nowhere, nowhere in the world, compares to Dublin’s Croke Park on an All-Ireland Hurling Final Day. This was revealed to me in 1968, on a warm September Sunday. Walking back …
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