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Louth and Kerry Seek Glory in Semi-Finals

The summer air around Croke Park crackles a little differently this weekend. Semi-final weekend always brings a certain edge, but this year there’s something else in the mix – a sense of possibility that feels almost reckless.

Paul Flynn, speaking on RTÉ Radio 1's Morning Ireland, leans straight into that mood. His verdict? Louth, Kerry and Down to come through – but he knows as well as anyone that this championship has made a habit of shredding certainties.

Louth chasing the dream, Mayo chasing redemption

For Louth, this is uncharted country. A few short seasons ago, the idea of this group standing one game away from an All-Ireland final would barely have survived a dressing-room joke. Now it’s real. Tangible. One good afternoon away.

Mayo arrive from the opposite direction. Their season looked to be drifting after flat, damaging defeats to Roscommon and Tyrone. The mood music then was grim; questions about direction, about mentality, about whether this group had already peaked. Suddenly, they’re back within touching distance of another All-Ireland final. A complete reversal of fortune.

That contrast shapes everything. Louth, the county daring to believe. Mayo, the county trying to turn a rescue mission into something far bigger.

Flynn’s warning for both camps is simple: let the supporters lose the run of themselves. The players can’t. Not now. Not when the margins are this fine and every decision, every tackle, every restart carries weight.

Louth’s rise has been fuelled by a new wave. Dara McDonnell, James Maguire, Kieran McArdle – young players who haven’t just added legs, but standards. Sean Callaghan belongs in that bracket too, which is why his absence cuts so deep. Yet the heartbeat of this team still lies with the established core: the class of Sam Mulroy, Ciaran Downey and Craig Lennon gives Louth their shape, their direction, their sense of control.

For Flynn, the entire contest tilts on one strip of grass.

That middle eight.

Louth owned that zone against Monaghan, even when they were reduced to 14 men. They squeezed the game, dictated tempo, turned breaks into platforms. If they can repeat that dominance, they give themselves a serious shot at history.

Mayo, by contrast, still carry question marks in that same sector. But they’ve reinvented themselves further up the pitch. Where once they were accused of lacking true elite forwards, now they boast three: Beirne, Ryan O'Donoghue and Kobe McDonald. Add Tommy Conroy’s resurgence and suddenly Mayo look armed with the kind of cutting edge that haunted previous generations.

Louth’s full-back line has experience and nous, but if Mayo’s inside line catches fire, that could be the crack in the door that becomes a flood.

Both sides also bring real punch off the bench. In a game this tight, when momentum will swing and stall and swing again, the timing and identity of the substitutes could decide everything. One brave call. One wrong one.

What grips Flynn most about Louth is their stubbornness. They refused to fold against Dublin. They refused to fold against Armagh. They hang on, they hang around, they drag teams into deep water. That kind of belief is hard to coach and even harder to kill.

He knows it’s almost impossible to separate them from Mayo on form. But he leans into the story, into the sense that something is stirring in the Wee County. He’s buying the idea that this might be Louth’s magical summer.

Tailteann Cup: Down favourites, Wicklow chasing an epic

The Tailteann Cup final carries its own charge. Down walk in as deserved favourites, powered by pace and athleticism that always seems to sharpen when they hit Croke Park. Their hunger is obvious: they want back into the Sam Maguire conversation, and they see this competition as their launchpad.

Wicklow, though, are the spirit of the Tailteann Cup made flesh. If this tournament was designed to give developing counties their moment on the big stage, a Wicklow win would be the defining image. Epic, in every sense.

Oisín McConville has reshaped them. Mark Jackson and Dean Healy have taken on leadership roles and dragged standards up around them. Whatever happens in the final, Wicklow have already banked a season that will live long in local memory.

Flynn still tips Down to finish the job. But he does so acknowledging that Wicklow have already turned this year into something special.

Dublin’s revival meets Kerry’s machine

Then there’s the heavyweight act: Dublin against Kerry. A fixture soaked in history, but this time with a twist.

Earlier in the summer, not many in Dublin would have predicted this kind of resurgence. Losses to Westmeath and Louth didn’t just bruise the record; they damaged belief. The performances lacked spark, lacked bite. The old Dublin edge seemed to have dulled.

Ger Brennan’s return has changed the temperature. The shift has been stark: renewed energy, a tighter defensive structure, and that familiar Dublin conviction beginning to seep back into the squad. It’s not the finished article, but it’s no longer a team drifting.

The heart of this semi-final, Flynn argues, lies in the middle third. Dublin have clearly worked on their own kick-outs, but they’re walking into a storm against Kerry.

Jack O’Connor’s side are ruthless at disrupting restarts. They carry the physical presence to make that plan count with Mark O’Shea, Sean O’Brien and the two O’Connors, Diarmuid and Joe, patrolling the skies. Kerry will go after Dublin’s primary possession, again and again.

Dublin aren’t without answers. Peadar Ó Cofaigh Byrne, Brian Howard and Ciarán Kilkenny bring experience, composure and game intelligence around that same zone. If they can steady the restarts and turn them into structured attacks, Dublin stay alive.

At the other end, Shane Murphy comes in off a flawless display against Tyrone’s man-to-man press. This weekend, he faces something far more complex. Dublin’s zonal press is layered and aggressive. If they can force Murphy to go long under pressure, the contest becomes a genuine 50/50 fight in the air.

For Flynn, that’s the crux: whoever wins the war of the restarts wins the game. Donegal showed the blueprint by starving Kerry of primary possession and dragging them out of rhythm. Dublin need to follow that script.

The problem is what waits if they don’t.

Kerry’s forward line is the stuff of Dublin nightmares. Their collective defensive work has improved dramatically, but asking this Dublin team to shackle the Kingdom’s attack for 70 minutes is a monumental task, especially with injury concerns surrounding Sean McMahon. Dylan Geaney’s form and the ever-present threat of David Clifford only deepen the challenge.

Dublin have their own stars burning bright. Niall Scully and Con O'Callaghan are operating at All-Star levels, driving attacks and finishing with authority. Yet they meet a Kerry defence that has grown meaner by the week, particularly in terms of goal concessions. Tyrone still managed to trouble them, so the chances will come – but Dublin will need to be ruthless, turning half-openings into scores and backing up their recent improvement in clipping over points.

Then comes the great separator: the bench.

Kerry’s depth is outrageous. Almost every substitute they can call on would start for most other counties. When there’s a genuine debate over whether Seán O'Shea even makes the first 15, you get a clear picture of the resources at Jack O’Connor’s disposal.

Dublin, by contrast, lean more on cohesion and spirit than raw depth. That’s where the psychology shifts. Inside the Dublin camp, there’s a growing sense they’re playing with house money. The expectation, the pressure, the demand to deliver – that all sits on Kerry’s shoulders now.

History tells us these games rarely behave. They twist, they turn, they ignore logic. But Flynn’s instinct is firm: this might be one step too far for Dublin. He expects them to drag Kerry into a dogfight for three-quarters of the contest, to scrap and cling and ask questions.

Then, in those final 15 minutes, when Kerry start emptying that bench, he believes the champions-elect will find just enough to edge it.

Louth to chase the dream. Kerry to flex their depth. Down to reclaim their place at the top table.

If this is how the weekend plays out, what does that say about where the balance of power in Gaelic football is heading next?