Well done County Clare, first all Ireland championship in 30 year’s they partied all night long. Managed to get the team back in bed before 1 in the morning, and gave them an hour lay in what a captain.

So we rolled out of the party town Ennis, everyone had a massive hangover, even the poor lad servicing the breakfast he felt so bad, but least he turned up. On we go on this amazing tour supporting Henry’s inspirational family let’s support them as much as we can respect 100% .

It threatened to rain a little but nothing to serious as we hit the winding cycle tracks and byways, pretty evident that the Romans never came to the emerald Isle, the scenery is stunning, but maybe the hulking hurling players and their just as strong partners scared them off.

All of us enjoyed the rolling hills and gentle descents, plus the obligatory off road section, that always seems to be there. Maybe Bingo and I should examine the routes more carefully – no way we are tough athletes from Sunshine Corner.

All the riders reconvened just before the ferry across the Shannon – sure there’s a song in that! Great spread put on by are dedicated driver and chef Eric doing a great job, not easy looking after 11 thoroughbred athletes. Then a gentle ride down to the ferry terminal in Killamar, all smooth rode onto the ferry met the girl we met in the mad bar last night, fair play she turned up at work she was snogging outside the pub last time I seen her, not with me I might add.

Then on to the ferry, bikes all stored, then up to the poop deck to watch the dancing dolphins, they looked so good, but so did the young guns dancing last night. With a bit of space on the car deck a young family started an impromptu game of hurling, the dad Barry let Rylan and I have a go, obviously Rylan is a natural, bloke wants to sign him up, as for me as a famous old Aylesham manager once said to me, you’ll never make a hurling player all the time you have a hole in your arse (he was talking about football in them days, but every sport the same 100% effort little class, but it’s taking part that counts thanks Mum).

Raced off the ferry all fit and ready for the little soirée to Tralee, looking for a little soft drinks outlet or maybe a pub but low and behold they was all closed, maybe my Mum had phoned through, thinking we are drinking to much, probably correct.

Finally in the last few miles all going brilliant, then another little off road section, our iconic super rider actually fell off blamed his chain coming off, then his protege hit a hedge all will be revealed later, but the old git without a scooby do sailed on without a care in the world, it’s called skill.

Great day riding with one strong team, all going to meet up for big meal later. All will be revealed in the next episode