There was a time when Limerick hurlers spent summers staring at Munster finals on television. Whole generations came and went without seeing green jerseys on those days. From 1957 until 1970, they never reached one. Then again from 1981 until 1992, they disappeared from the provincial showpiece altogether. Between 1996 and 2013, they did not win Munster at all. Now they are preparing for an eighth final in a row. Eight. And Will O’Donoghue says that is exactly why nobody inside the camp is taking
any of it for granted. “It is great,” he says quietly. “It feels good.” That’s the thing about this Limerick team. The noise always comes from outside. Inside, they speak in measured tones, like men trying not to wake a sleeping child. “At the start of the year, reaching a Munster final would have been an objective,” O’Donoghue says. “Every team in Munster would have wanted to be here. We are delighted to have achieved it. But the final has yet to come, so the
objective gets parked.” That last phrase sounds pure Limerick. Park it. Move on. Next thing. People keep waiting for complacency to creep into this team after all they have won. Five All-Irelands. Four Leagues. Seven straight Munster final appearances before this one. Seasons that blurred together in silver and sunlight. But O’Donoghue almost shrugs at the suggestion. “Well, if you look at last year, we didn’t exactly win anything,” he says. There is no self-pity in it. Just truth. Limerick lost the Munster final to
Cork on penalties, then stumbled again in Croke Park against Dublin. The season ended with the strange silence that only arrives when greatness suddenly stops moving. “To lose twice in the space of two weeks, that was a lot to take,” O’Donoghue admits. “The year was done and you have to sit on it.” Maybe that is why they are back here again now, standing on the edge of another Munster final, refusing to fade quietly into memory. “I would like to think we won’t
go away,” he says. “That has to be non-negotiable.” The words matter because they come from a player who embodies the spirit of this team. Fierce without being loud. Relentless without searching for applause. O’Donoghue says the secret is not motivational speeches or revenge tours. It is the environment. “We probably don’t put too much weight on outside validation,” he explains. “We are a really close group and accountable to each other within that group.” That culture starts with John Kiely. Mention the manager’s name
and O’Donoghue almost smiles. “He surrounds himself with very good people,” he says. “That’s probably the most important trait for someone like John.” Then he starts listing them. Coaches. Analysts. Strength and conditioning staff. Water carriers. The lads carrying hurleys. Everybody matters. “The values of the group apply to everyone,” he says. And then comes the line that explains everything about why this Limerick machine has lasted so long. “John is unapologetic about who John is.” No act. No fake edge. “He truly cares about
us as people far beyond hurling,” O’Donoghue says. “John probably thinks about us more than anyone else thinks about us.” This is not a team fuelled by fear. Kiely is not throwing chairs or screaming through dressing rooms trying to spark emotional fires. “Oh, he picks his moments alright,” O’Donoghue laughs. But he says the manager’s strength is restraint. “If he was constantly trying to get you up all the time, it wouldn’t have held.” Instead, Limerick built something sturdier than emotion. Something repeatable. People
outside call it process. Metrics. Standards. The language of modern sport. O’Donoghue knows it sounds dull. “I know they are boring words,” he says. But he also knows winning is usually boring before it becomes beautiful. “It is not easy to stick to the process,” he says. “It is not easy to hit targets.” This weekend, the target is Cork in Páirc Uí Chaoimh. Another chapter in a rivalry that has come to define modern hurling. “Rivalry sells,” O’Donoghue says. He references Kerry and Donegal,
the way football people spent all last week talking about grudges. But he insists this Cork rivalry – like Kerry and Donegal – is real, not manufactured. “We played Clare in three Munster finals as well,” he says. “No matter who we play, there’s an edge.” Still, he refuses to romanticise it too much. “No matter who we play, we approach it the same way.” That emotional control is part of what separates Limerick from everybody else. They never seem too high. Never too low.
Even now, with history stretching behind them and another final ahead, O’Donoghue talks more about responsibility than legacy. “We realise we only get so many years to be part of something like this,” he says. “You want it to have meaning.” And maybe that is the truest thing anyone inside this golden generation has ever said. Because there was a time when Munster finals felt impossibly far away in Limerick. Empty summers. Lost decades. Old men telling stories about 1973 like it was mythology. Now
these players have become the story. Eight Munster finals in a row. The sort of run children will someday struggle to believe actually happened. “That’s why we are still in the mix,” O’Donoghue says. Not because of last year. Not because of revenge. Because they understand how rare all of this really is. Click here to sign up to our sport newsletter, bringing you the top stories and biggest headlines from Ireland and beyond .
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