Corkness is JBM with his crew cut and his gangly body waltzing through the Galway footballers in 1973 to score his second goal of that All-Ireland final victory.
It is Keane singled-handedly turning any number of big games for club and country through that impressive amalgam of stubborn determination, physical force and no little technical skill that was his hallmark, his own type of Corkness.
He took it and he gave it back in a way that the best stickmen of today don’t ever have to do. Skilfull all the time, savage if required.
Corkness is Sonia O’Sullivan traversing the world for over a decade taking on the best drug cheats of her generation, continuing to persevere even though we knew she was running uphill against women on all manner of substances.
At a time in Ali’s career when, due to his stance against the Vietnam War, quarrel with the US government and outrageous racially provocative statements, he remained radioactive, the Taoiseach saw beyond that and welcomed him with open arms. When they discussed Ali’s forthcoming fight at Croke Park, Lynch said: “I played there a few times myself.”
Wit, wisdom. Corkness.
Getting them ready for the replay they would win. Playing with his heart. Coaching with his head.