In this strangest of years, viewing habits for the GAA championship season have had to be amended.

Ordinarily, if Ginger Farrell, Larry Maher and I weren’t attending a game, we’d watch one together, rotating the venue and agreeing with each other about the rubbish the pundits were talking. Obviously, the house visits are out for now and we’re having to double-screen it – the matches on television in tandem with a Zoom call to keep the discourse going.