When we were kids I always looked forward to visiting an aunt who lived on the Main Street in Naas in what was known as Callaghans' the Barbers.
Now it was not for the hair cutting I would relish the visit, no, something far removed from a short back and sides.
It was in fact a bit of Turnover.
Anyone out there remember a loaf of bread called Turnover.
Not sure if its still on the shelves but it had a lovely crispy crust and was like two loafs in one but it was the way the aunt (Josie) would cut it and indeed butter it, along with a mug of tae that was appetising.
Easy pleased those days.
Fast forward the best part of a half century (plus a little bit more) and turnovers are still the order of the day, but these are a different variety from the original Turnover.
You see modern day football is all (more or less) about turnovers.
I cod you not.
There was a time when it was referred to as being dispossed, losing possession or simply giving away possession.
But nowadays it is referred to as turnovers.
And boy were Mayo fond of turnovers against Kildare on Saturday in Castlebar.
Mayo turned over more ball in the opening half in MacHale Park than me Auntie Josie would cut and butter for us kids in a month.
And remember the auntie only used Turnover loaf, so there was no shortage whatsoever.
But time and time again Mayo, let it be forward or defender; let it be midfielder or substitute, the boys from the West relished their turnover as much as I did when visiting the auntie.
And in the end of the day it was the turnovers, coupled with a great five minute spell before the break that brought the Kildare season
of 2016 to a close.
Mayo fans were there in their thousands; even An Taoiseach was there, smiling, shaking hands and stepping in for pictures with anyone that asked, even grown men were standing in, although I must admit for some reason or other I was not tempted.
Earlier, and in order to stretch the legs after the long drive West we wandered into a watering hole that looked dodgy from the outside and twice as dodgy from the inside.
Tony Maguire (Ardclough) and his good wife Jacinta pointed us in the direction of a good 'eating house' but for some reason we wandered in to the shop next door.
We were greeted by a customer (good customer by the state of him) and he enquired if a certain named player was lining out for Kildare. Won't name the player as it might be a bit embarrassing such was the condition of our new found friend.
Yes indeed we said 'your man' is playing today, are you going to the match?
No, he replied, rather look at the golf, but I hope Kildare win says he.
With that another body (also a good customer by his state) appears, shakes hands and enquires “Is Rainbow playing today.”
Holy J...s I say to meself, we're after walking into a right hovel here.
No, says I, Rainbow is not togging out today which brings another enquiry from the same gent: Is Martin Lynch playing?
Are we in some type of a feckin' time warp establishment I say to my travelling companion who simply ignores me (and our new found friends) as he attempts to quash his thirst with a pint bottle of 'apple juice.'
We scampered out of the premises fairly lively I can tell you; headed to MacHale.
The Tom Cross contingent had just arrived with a few familiar faces from Naas, Newbridge, Kildare and further afield.
Fionnuala McManus was as nervous as a kitten (noth-ing unusual in that) while Theresa Callaghan (Eamonn's mam) was not a whole lot better.
We bumped into the Delmer ladies (again) but they were rushing to get a seat in the stand. Padraig Farrell, another Ardclough man, was spotted earlier filling his gut along with a few of his usual mates.
And so on in to MacHale Park, a stadium that has everything St Conleth's Park doesn't.
A lift, I cod you not, beams us up to the press box; a press box second to none, even better than St Conleth's (no don't go there).
But for all its modern conveniences, wi-fi included (can't bate having a Taoiseach in your area) it lacks something that St Conleth's doesn't.
You see MacHale is one of those covered press areas. All glass fronted; no atmosphere good, bad or indifferent. In fact, and I know I may regret suggesting this, but give me an open press area like St Conleth's any day over this modern glass bowl.
As for the game, well we travelled more in hope than expectation and remember Mayo, despite losing their provincial crown, are still up there in the top four or five.
For Kildare, and despite the result, there are plenty of positives that can be taken from a team that is in the throes of big changes.
No doubt we will have a few departures in the coming weeks and months as lads decide the time has come.
These are the lads we should be really feeling for. These are the lads that have put in enormous time for the Kildare cause; these are the lads we should be saying well done; you have done yourselves, your families, your clubs and most importantly, yourselves, proud over the past decade, and more.
The younger lads have something to look forward to and hopefully this year's progress can be built on.
We have been down low but hopefully will continue to make progress and become more competitive again, Division 2 will be a step up next season but it is certainly something to look forward to, already.
Fógra: Just imagine if we did have Rainbow and Lynchie. The thought of it is enough to make one a slightly bit giddy.