A first-class facility it may well be but Centre Nutrilait is just like anywhere else in a torrential downpour... dull, damp and dreary. Noisy too, if you are under the steel roof trying to stay warm close to the heat-lamps.
There’s only one thing to be doing on a day like today and it’s not standing around outside. Running around the park with the players, who all looked like drowned rats, is the thing to do, had we been allowed of course. After all if rain stopped play when growing up in Ireland, we’d never play sport in the first place.