In recent weeks there have been high profile breaches of Covid-19 guidelines with evidence surfacing of the Dublin and Monaghan senior football teams holding training sessions.

SEEDINGS. There you go.

CARL Frampton was warming up for his last stand in Dubai last Saturday night while rocks and petrol bombs were flying on the streets of his home city.

ONE of my favourite all-time movies is Guilty by Suspicion, written and directed by Irwin Winkler.

Five more sleeps… Come Monday morning the padlocks and chains will fall from our club grounds’ gates and we will be allowed to run out onto the ‘Field of Dreams’ and resume club training.

DUBLIN, like Cork and Down, broke the 11th commandment – ‘Thou shalt not get caught’.

WHO said the Dubs couldn’t be caught, eh? The grainy long lens pictures, replete with shadowy frame of foliage for added subterfuge, sent the GAA world into a tailspin yesterday and reopened a can of worms that was already pushing hard at the lid.

I LIKE Stephen Kenny. I want him to be a big success as Republic of Ireland senior team manager.

OBVIOUSLY, sport plays a large part in my life.

NEVER did I think I’d be looking forward to the 12th, but this is the date set to allow us to return to training in groups of 15.

On Tuesday morning, I was sitting where I’m sitting right now.

That Friday Feeling: Inter-county action will be back by May - fingers crossed – and not a minute too soon.

Retirement. The word that has taken over the last six months of my life as much as playing did for the previous 13 years.

Clubs are expressing concerns about international matches - having been playing such fixtures themselves.

IF the wind is blowing in a certain direction of a morning you can hear the excitable and ceaseless screams of children from the nearby school playground.

WELCOME to pretty much every conversation I’ve had in the past 12 months. Actually, feel free to throw a few more awkward silences in there, maybe even one of those uncomfortable forced laughs pitched just that bit too high, for a couple of seconds too long.

Yesterday was a different type of St Patrick’s Day experience and hopefully the last one of its kind.

You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone… The authorities haven't paved paradise and put up a parking lot but it feels as if they may as well have done that.

One year on from COVID-19 coming into our lives, the biggest thing that I miss is getting the opportunity to watch my kids play for their club.