Meath v Kerry

Oh, for the love of my county!

I’ve only been back in the country a few months, but already I’ve been asked if I've heard about The Match. I’m pretty sure that someone even talked about it in the hardware store when I inquired about the elusive nails known as “pins.” So, now that I am back in Ireland, all I need to do is pick the right team and I’ll be considered “one of the lads.” Easy-peasy.

I’d always been a little lost when it came to the beautiful game. Honestly, there wasn’t much of a culture of GAA in my part of New York, and most of us were content to stick to our soccer, basketball, and baseball. So, while my friends and relations chatted enthusiastically about the latest Gaelic games, I just nodded along, pretending that I actually understood what was going on.

But not anymore. I’ve made a promise to myself to get stuck into all things Irish, and that includes Gaelic football. I figure, if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, right?

Now, I know I won’t be an expert overnight. But I’m determined to give it a real go. I’ve been watching as many games as I can, and I’ve even started practicing my kicking and hand-passing in the back garden. (Don’t worry, I'm not a danger to the neighbors’ windows… yet.)

I’ve also been listening to the podcasts and reading the articles, trying to absorb as much information as I can. And I must say, I’m starting to get the hang of it. I’m learning about the different positions, the strategies, and the tactics. And I’m starting to appreciate the skill and athleticism of the players.

So there you have it. I’m all in. I’m ready for The Match. I’ve got my jersey, my scarf, and my face paint. And I’m even starting to develop a favorite player or two. (Don’t tell anyone, but I think David Clifford is a bit of a genius.)

• I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit nervous. But I’m also excited. This is a chance for me to really experience Irish culture and to connect with the people of my county. I can’t wait to be part of the crowd, cheering on Meath to victory. Well, I'll be cheering for a Meath victory as long as Kerry isn't playing.

I’m not sure what the future holds for me and my newfound love of Gaelic football. But one thing is for sure: I’m never going to look at a hurley the same way again.

Come on, Meath!