In a way, the muted media response afterwards underlines the fact that we have become so used to their genius that we no longer appreciate it, a classic case of familiarity breeding contempt, or at least complacency.

Paddy's 2-6 from play wasn't posted against Glack, but against a Monaghan defence renowned for its meanness, and a veteran corner back fresh from holding the great Stephen McDonnell scoreless.

Who else can do what the Bradley's do? Paddy Heaney told me a story once about the time he was covering the Aussie rules series down under.
One morning, he went over to the training ground to watch the Irish boys. Afterwards, the forwards stayed behind to do a bit of shooting practice and ended the session with a sideline kick competition, kicking from the 14 on the right side.

'PB' went last, by which time no one had yet registered a score. As the ball was tossed to him, he said " How do you want me to do this chaps, left foot, right foot, outside of the left, inside of the left?" The boys laughed, so Heaney ventured "outside of the right." The Glenullin man took a quick look at the posts, and a split second later the ball was soaring over the black spot. " Any other requests?" he asked. "Off the outside of the left" said Stevie McDonnell. Again, the ball flew over the black spot, hitting a target about a metre wide from 50 metres.

After three more screamers from various angles, Paddy called a halt and sauntered off for his shower, leaving the journalist in dreamland and his team mates shaking their heads in admiration.

You see, for him it is no big deal, since like all sportsmen or people touched with genius, it is his natural condition. Before the Monaghan rematch, I challenged him to score a goal with his right foot. He duly obliged. Afterwards, he texted me to say "Kilrea Utd eat your heart out!" I was thinking Man Utd, so accomplished was the finish.
Kevin McStay said on RTE afterwards he could have blown it in, which underlines my thesis. When I think of it, I never saw Kevin blowing too many in.

Think of the moments of genius in this year's championship, by that I mean the things that 99 per cent of county footballers will never be capable of. Here is the five I have come up with, in no particular order:

1. Colm Cooper's point against Cork in the drawn Munster semi-final. Pursued frantically by the Cork pack, he soloed with his right foot, left foot, bounced with his right hand, left hand, dummied off his left foot, right foot, then surrounded by four defenders and falling off balance, he tossed the ball up with his right hand and kicked it over his shoulder with his left, something I will never forget.

2. Stephen O'Neill's goal against Armagh. The one handed catch, the instant rebalancing, the dummy to the right, the pirouette and the laser finish with the left. Kiddies, there's no point in trying this at home.

3. Paddy Bradley's first goal against Monaghan last Saturday. The ball breaks off the goalie. As Paddy falls to the ground in the lying position, he keeps his eye on the quick dropping ball and swivels to flash it home with the left. How did he do it? I simply do not know.

4. Eoin Bradley's assist for Paddy's second goal last weekend. As he turned inside his man and got to the rolling ball, he instantly stabbed an inch perfect pass off the outside of his left to the lurking Paddy. The thing about this was the amazing speed of thought and the amazing precision of the pass, since Dessie Mohan was right on Paddy's shoulder. Typical of Eoin's insouciant genius.

5. Paddy Bradley's last point against Monaghan. As he fell to ground on his left shoulder, he dropped the ball two handed onto the outside of his left and drove it over from 30 metres, with his body a few feet from the ground. If anyone else had scored this, the moment would be immortalised.

Practice, even endless practice, won't put you in their company. Studying them scientifically, using videos and computer analysis will equally be a waste of time.

The genetic clash that forged the brothers is responsible. Which brings me to the Baker, and Sunday's Ulster final.

Liam is a terrific Gael who has passionately pursued the Derry job for years. Yet he was never taken seriously, in spite of his marvellous credentials at club level, including the minor matter of a Derry club championship with Glenullin.

For those who say, well he had his sons and Gerard O'Kane, I say, well Moy have Sean Kavanagh, Philip Jordan, Ryan Mellon et, and they can't even win an intermediate title. It was a monumental achievement.
Baker went looking for the Antrim job, to show what he could do, and add it to his CV should the Derry post become available at some future time.

Typical of the man, in six months, he has cured Antrim's chronic 40 year-old inferiority complex, won promotion, and brought them to an Ulster senior final. I know how he has done the other two, but the diagnosis and cure of the inferiority complex is Baker's secret, and his greatest achievement.

Can they win on Sunday? Well, all, and I mean all of the scientific evidence suggests that they cannot. Tyrone's near perfect destruction of Derry the last day, holding us scoreless for 30 second half minutes, bears no comparison to Antrim's admittedly excellent showing against Cavan, a result put in perspective by their subsequent annihilation in Aughrim.

Antrim have two excellent ball winning 6'1" midfielders in their full forward line, but Tyrone coped easily with Kieran Donaghy (6'6") and Tommy Walsh (6'5") in last year's final, and the latter pair are natural forwards.

It is Antrim's first Ulster final, and big day stage fright is a real possibility. Meanwhile, for Tyrone it is a match like any other, and they don't do stage fright anyway. Antrim have a simple but effective defensive game plan. Tyrone meanwhile have a multi dimensional defensive strategy that changes and adapts as the game changes. Antrim's sweeper killed Donegal and Cavan, but whilst it will slow Tyrone up for a while, they will simply play around him. Remember Wexford?

Tyrone are by a wide margin the best team in the game. Their strategy is expertly crafted and executed. Their good habits have been bred exhaustively in training. Their mental strength is complete. By that I mean that setbacks, on or off the field, before or during a big game, are instantly absorbed and forgotten. They are never demoralised. They are never beaten.

It is a David and Goliath scenario, only this time Goliath is prepared for every eventuality, and sporting state of the art head gear.