It would be fairly well accepted at this stage that Dublin should have won most if not all of the four games against Meath in the first round of the 1991 Leinster SFC. To a large extent, the reason they didn’t was the almost unerring accuracy of Brian Stafford from placed balls. The Kilmainhamwood sharpshooter remains the best place kicker the one seeing eye here has ever seen. Dean Rock is, in fairness, only a short head or a neck behind him presently but the fact is ‘Staff’ never seemed to miss when he was needed most. And that was … Continue reading Trouble with big numbers becoming a major issue
It has often been said here before that the occasion of Meath’s ten-point defeat to Dublin in the 1995 Leinster Final was one of the few occasions tears were shed here at a match. Reasoning was (a) the manner of the defeat (b) the fact that it was the third year on the spin the boys in blue had beaten the Royals and (c) a realisation that it was most likely Colm O’Rourke’s last outing in green and gold. That came back to mind recently in the aftermath of Ireland’s very limp exit from the Rugby World Cup. Their arrival … Continue reading You might think you’re ready – you never really are
It can be attested to all too easily, having an occupied mind can be essential. An idle mind can cause problems. It’s the type of thing that usually leads to the phenomenon known as the ‘silly season’. Now, obviously, in sporting terms, it besieges different disciplines at various times.
For example, during the two and a bit months of the off-season in soccer, transfer speculation becomes frenetic. All the top players are linked with moves to different clubs – usually Barcelona or Real Madrid or, lately, Manchester City – but in many cases nobody goes anywhere.
It has oft been aired here before that fifth class was the most enjoyable spell yours truly spent in the education system. That was because it was spent under the tutelage of Willie Lyons. Now, aside from the Mayo native being an absolute gentleman and very good teacher, to say he was a GAA enthusiast would be the understatement of several lifetimes.Continue reading “Direct drilling is the way of the forward thinkers!”
Reactionary decision making is best avoided. Happenings in a certain sporting sphere of late prove that. Whether right or not, in the aftermath of the defeats to Scotland and Wales, there was considerable call for change within the Irish rugby team. Inference being that, perhaps, Joe Schmidt had been too loyal to some of his most senior soldiers.Continue reading “Feelings on strength and depth were handsomely vindicated”
Life is an ongoing collection of fine margins. A few inches in a different direction at any time can alter circumstance beyond recognition. For the purpose of what’s about to roll out here, consider Munster’s eventual scaling of the European rugby mountain top.
Even from the time of my school days, which is not all that long ago, how we ingest the daily news has altered seismically. Where once the day commenced with David Hanley on Morning Ireland and Gay Byrne followed, now a tap of a phone – even a dinosaur model of same – or comparable device can have one up to date with happenings around the globe in seconds.Continue reading “From Moynalvey to Ballinacree to Pungaheru this was big business”
Last March sent a sporting curve ball which life can often summon spinning this way. Parochial, tribal tendencies are the fabric of what stitches the GAA together. For those of us exposed to the association at a young age, its influence can be all consuming. Some might say to the point of addiction. They may not be far wrong. Continue reading “Who writes their scripts?”
“My father he gave me the love of it all, when he guided my arms to strike that first ball. A hurley, a football it’s the same thing to me. It’s playing the game that matters, you see”. Those couple of lines are from the GAA incarnation of The Beautiful Game. They surely could be applied to any of us who’ve been imbued with a love of our national games. Obviously, in some cases how that interest manifests itself is different from others. Yet no less fervent in its sincerity. Continue reading “Red is the rose in yonder sporting garden above”
At the time St Peter’s Dunboyne defeated Moynalvey in their first outing in the county’s premier football competition since the 1950s (1993), the vanquished had been in the top rank for the majority of my lifetime. In the intervening years, though, the club’s form has oscillated quite a bit. Continue reading “Meath’s Golden Mile – Part 2”