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18th September 2015
05:05pm BST

The second the final whistle goes and you've soaked up the excitement of being in an All-Ireland final, you're struck down with the GAA equivalent of 'the fear' as you anticipate the hellish torture that awaits over the coming 2-3 weeks trying to source a ticket.
But it's the best feeling in the world too. What would Mayo or Tyrone fans give to be in your situation right now?
If you're in a hurling county the first thing you need to do is see if you can sort some swaps.
But if you're in Kerry or Dublin, well it's time to get out the phone.
Desperate times call for desperate measures and that means you ring up people that you would struggle to recognise face-to-face.
They are the 'ticket' people.
They could be an old club secretary, some lad that used to work delivering milk, or maybe a girl you met in Coppers who somehow came through with two tickets the morning of the last final after robbing her brother's jeans and handing them to you because you bought her a bucket of WKD and a snackbox.
Being a gentleman pays off and miracles do happen, even if the conversations can often be like this:
Hello?
Hi James, how's things, it's Kevin here.
Kevin, Kevin who...?
Kevin McGillicuddy, I worked with you that one summer in the butcher shop. That was some laugh wasn't it. The craic we had.
Oh yeah, how's things boy? Long time no chat?
Yeah, I'm grand. Are you going to the game?
Ara I'd say I will, and yourself?
Well that's why I'm asking. I'm kinda stuck for a ticket and I said I'd give you an 'oul buzz there see if you would keep me in mind like.
Hangs up phone
James...James? Bo**ocks
Now that you have texted and rang every single person in your phonebook, including all your exes (you never know who might still have a little candle in their heart for you), all you can do now is wait.
But anyone looking for an All-Ireland tickets needs to use their time in the most productive way possible and that means liking and sharing every single Facebook post that says they have two tickets to give away.
Log in as your brother and like and share from his page too. Jesus, even create a fake Facebook profile to like and share again if you have to.
Seriously, how did a hairdressers in Clonmel get two f**king All-Ireland tickets?
And if/when I win them, how am I going to collect them?
The important thing to remember when you don't have an All-Ireland ticket is not to panic. Not even when it's Saturday morning and everybody you texted last Monday week has failed to respond to your pleadings.
You have two choices when you don't have a ticket at the weekend of the final.
You can either ring or text all those people again, or you could go on the biggest pub crawl without drinking a drop.
Brendan Behan would be proud of your efforts to visit every tavern in the capital to chat up men and women of all ages in order to see if they have a precious ticket.
You still have the option of Sunday morning outside the Gresham, but crucial ground-work needs to be laid the night before.
Oh, and Coppers. There's always Coppers.
Speaking of Coppers, guards have loads of tickets,try chatting some of them up.
Who knew something so small could give you so much pleasure?
The feeling when you can walk past gleefully the touts asking for anyone 'selling' tickets' happy in the knowledge that you're in the Nally Stand.
God I love the Nally Stand.
And then you're worried that it's a fake ticket and you're going to be rejected at the gate.
But you get in and all is well in the world again.

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