The bit where he trips the lad in the white helmet is epic.
Hadnât watched that in years. Itâs still amazing. A poke in the balls, a flake of the hurl and a good boot to the shins. Result? Absolutely nothing. You have a penalty. Play on.
OTB would do an hour alone on it if it happened today.
I was at a stag once where Jonny was in attendance. At the end of the night he went to the local chipper and requested sausages. They had none left and Johnny wasnât happy. Things escalated and he tried to lift the counter off its hinges. The constabulary were called and a non drinking attendee was instructed to take him home. They were given an escort to the county border.
He walked all over the cunts. Iconic
I thought that was going to turn into a âCrouchies having his Nachosâ story, but it was even better.
I would love to have heard what the conversation with his umpires was.
One of the most baffling non-calls of all time.
One of them has a business in Loughrea
One of the lads was selling town GAA tickets not long after the 06 final and Mike Conway (who reffed it) was in one of the pubs. The lad went up âhow ya Mike, will you buy a ticket?â âAh ffs, havenât I given ye enoughâ.
A gent.
So I hear. He got awful grief after that final.
Poor form. Who did Christy think he was talking to?
âeverywhere I was lookin there was lads on the groundâ
"youâd swear you were a black man"
Good man Chappy
Three or four thousand for the replay
I marked Christy in an u21 match nearly 30 years ago. Dined out for years on the fact that I held him scoreless, not drawing any attention to the fact he was playing centre back.
The Heleberts were hardy bucks.
Get fucked ye Salthill cromwell cunts. Hon Bearna!