We were in a county minor hurling final back in the day and were âmanagedâ by one of our clubmen who also played and managed successfully at inter-county level.
The pre-match talk consisted of little more than screams of âAre ye gonna die for me?â
We duly went out and obligedâŚ
EDIT - I should add that we won it the following year under the management of a gentleman who was hoodwinked into vacating a barstool.
I donât want to say that never happened but Iâve never seen anybody make a joke about some mad lad going a bit wild in the dressing room. Those lads are loopers but theyâd be âourâ loopers. Any cunt who tried to make a laugh of him would be given short shrift. That kind of roaring never made a jot of difference to me out on the pitch but Iâd say it works for some lads, especially if youâre playing a load of cunts who wouldnât come out from under the bed in 1920.
I wouldnât be behind the door in calling you out at all pal.
I was inferring that your memory isnât what it used to be, perhaps it was a dream you had.
Any cunt who made a fool out of one of those lads wouldnât be very popular.
I can confirm that the great Larry OâGorman used to give us pre-county underage final team talks in the 1990s. Having Larry in before the match would give us some boost. He was hurling with the county and youâd see him around the club but to actually have him specifically coming to watch us play and talk to us.
Anyway, his talks were a replica of what he told Alex Auld on The Toughest Trade recently. Defenders: get it away from the danger zone. Get it out to the side. Flick it, kick it, nudge it, whip it. Just get it away from the goal and then worry about what to do next. Heâd go through the lines at rapid speed, weâd be thrilled that heâd call us by name and then weâd go out and beat some muldoon fucks. LarryO.
Our inter-county posters should be aware that there are kids who really look up to them and hang on their every word. Be approachable and friendly to the youngsters in the club the way the Hanbury family welcomed that weird family from Diddlesbury into their home.
Yes, there are. Youâll get posters blowing on about underage county final success or being a backroom member or mentor on some junior A or ladiesâ team but weâve a quiet and modest cabal of county men. You actually wouldnât know it by the understated way they post and order breakfast rolls.