The Thursday night after that meeting was our best session of the year, fellas were hopping off each other.
A right “against all odds” victory
What a prick
Ballygunner could conceivably kill Waterford hurling… 11 in a row?
Could the co. board not organise a referree to ride them solid in a county quarter final FFS?
Ratified
Pascal Flynn, the keeper of the 1963 AI winning team was buried today. RIP
Testament
Example:
“That’s testament to the great work that’s being done at underage level at those clubs.”
There’s always great work being done at underage levels in clubs when things are going well.
It’s never, ah we got a freak crop of lads along together and got lucky. We’ve been doing fuck all different
Or this lot weren’t a shower of absolute pricks for a change
“It’s a bit surreal to be honest.”
“It’ll take a while to sink in.”
“Great response”
“we’ll enjoy tonight anyway”
Kilkenny hurlers are all excellent handballers
‘They said it was a dead rubber, but it certainly didn’t feel like that on the pitch’
A beautifully taken example of this genre of GAA cliche from @Boxtyeater.
He’s also correct.
“Sure why would you bother” is now rapidly becoming a cliché in regard to loser inter-county football teams.`
Or the opposite, it had “the feel of a preseason friendly”
That’s hardly a new thing.