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day that is in it, it is good to remember that as fierce as the rivalry is between Kerry and Cork there is always room for class. My second game against Cork came just one week after my first but in between my world fell apart with the sudden passing of my father. That replay in Páirc Uí Chaoimh in 2002 passed in a haze; I just recall feeling absolutely emotional and physically drained but one memory stands out. As tense as it was just before the throw-in, Colin Corkery came over to me, shook my hand and offered his condolences. I thought, given the magnitude of an occasion where it is impossible not to be self-absorbed, it was a class gesture from a player who that very same evening reminded us why he was such a class act.