Big physical side, would have possibly beaten us if they had a bit more fitness in them. looked to be more about them than Wexford who rocked up to Salthill the same summer and couldnât beat a Galway side unable to convert a free.
The Scallions were Andre the Giant and we were the Hulkster that just scraped past one of the greats.
Just realized it was this day one year ago was the last game of hurling I was at
We battered Tipp in Salthill
Whaylen and Concannon going to town on the cunts.
As good a way as any to bow out.
Played Tipp twice last year
Bate Tipp twice last year
Lovely jubbly
A great man salutes a great team
Best sports film ever.
The cheques are well lodged and Sam heading back to the mythical west, he can barely suppress the smile
Great days
Tuam was something else the following night.
For 2 weeks⌠I woke up on the couch in Martin macs pub on the Thursday morning after they won⌠I had a bit of a chat to myself and went at it again, few of the team and a few more panned out there as well⌠Some craic
Was Galway the Monday night? I remember being barley able to stand outside Sean Dunleavys place (the Sacre Coeur) hotel at about 4.30am after the spending the evening drinking in the cathedral car park and a house party in Cherry Park in the middle somewhere too⌠I think they got fed in the Scare Coeur at about 5am.
Jesus I think they finished in Tuam Monday night but I could be wrong
No went to the City that night, it was all hours from what I could remember. Despite being from âtownâ I ended up on the sauce in Corofin.
It meant a lot to me, but I was always more of a hurling man, but you could see what it meant to the locals. It was just magic.
Was too young to drink but I had a dinger of a ticket about 8 rows back from the Galway bench, I climbed the railing and knelt in the middle of the subs the last five minutes, then was first to the cordon in front of the presentation. Will we ever see it again
You could be right. Tiâs all a bit of a haze.
I woke up in St Stephens Green. I have a vague memory of being in The Plough at some point beforehand
I was in the soon to be demolished Canal End. Place was heaving that day.
Was in the Canal too! We made history, they had the bulldozers in the very next day
Fell out of the city west Sunday morning⌠Donât know how I managed to get the car down out of Dublin⌠It was a crazy few weeks⌠A brilliant few weeks
I was living in a bedsit on North Great Charles St at the time, when I got back there Monday morning the brother was fast asleep in the hall. A sound auld lad called Barry from Cork who was coming home from his nightshift lived there found him asleep out front wearing the colors and somehow got him inside