When Jim Gavin took over as Dublin manager, I became conscious of something that was going on. More precisely, I became conscious of something that wasn’t going on. On the bush telegraph, which is often the GAA’s preferred method of communication, I heard of inter-country teams training from dawn to dusk. They might be running on the beach five mornings a week in November, spending Christmas Day doing a 15k or some other extravagant act of fitness. Under Jim Gavin at Dublin, we were doing none of these things.  That is not to say there isn’t a need for these…

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