Something similar happened me up in Dorset Street after a hurling match in crokerā¦ Everything great early doorsā¦ended up in the temple pub. Nightfall and all the locals came inā¦ Me and me mate were laughing at the karaoke being sungā¦ My mate was winking at some aul one across the bar who was with her husbandā¦ I was getting edgy as I could feel the glares ā¦ Bar man just quietly said to us best we get out of there ā¦ I didnāt need to be told twice.
Played a bit of hurling with bodenā¦
I loved playing boden only team that gave us a proper game them and Bridgetās.
Would you have managed or played in the 90s.
There was a awful sound man that managed them a country lad Martin had a moustache.
Think they beat us once in a feile final 99
Yer great lads. We get it.
Fuck off you, you isolated prick.
These exchanges are what makes tfk great
I would have been earlier than that.
Ha ha. Martin sound man. Havenāt seen him in ages. Gone from area years though.
Good point
Anything more boring than lads that were shit at amateur working class sports reminiscing
I hope you get a hole in your boat brutus
Youre very edgey lately palā¦ Slipping back into old habitsā¦
Lol
Slagging epl or gga fans isnāt edgey mate
Great bunch of lads.
There was also a travelling lad Tom I use to have the pleasure of marking anytime we played.
He was a tough bastard but fair
Have you been at the white claws on daddyās boat?
What about inane anecdotes of boggers getting scared drinking in working class Dublin pubs?
I remember him. Great lad.
Did you ever drink a pint in the buddha bar?
I know. You never hear me talking about the time I lined out in a senior club ulster final and all Ireland semi as a mere lad of 16.
No need. I hope you feel better about yourself
Dont get sanctimonious when you came in that way.
God forgive you