As it reclines on a bed of banknotes, the GAA continues to drift away from its roots
Remember a time when the GAA was something you could tell people abroad about with pride?
At the entrance to the Croke Park museum is what’s called the club wall. It’s where a crest belonging to every side in the land sits in a striking and powerful representation of the scale of the sport and how far it has come. Sometimes, though, you wish it was at the main entrance, so that those arriving each day to do the big-money business of the present and future might remember what ...
