Andy Fleming’s career was a bit before my time, to the extent that I wouldn’t even have known him to see him on the Tramore bus. But the death of the last link to the 1948 All-Ireland winning team shouldn’t pass by without comment. My father was acquainted with the man which wasn’t that big a surprise, we could barely walk ten steps at the match yesterday without meeting someone he knew. What was a surprise was his assertion that whenever Jack Lynch was in Waterford, whether for business or pleasure, he always went out of his way to see Andy Fleming. Clearly a man of some substance, and the spontaneous round of applause that rippled around Nowlan Park yesterday from the Kilkenny faithful was further testimony to that. Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam.