What are you getting at?
Willie O’Connor played the entire second half of the 2000 final with a broken rib.
Lory Meagher played an all ireland final 3 years after he was buried.
Lads in 1996 didn’t know they were born.
I played 45 minutes of soccer in Cork AUL Division 1 when I was gone a bit chubby with a woeful dose of ire on my inner thighs. There was smoke coming out the back of me that smelt like a burnt clutch.
Terrible pain. Terrible, terrible pain
A condition to be taken very seriously and was used as an excuse at a Lockes training many moons ago by a lad not wanting to do the running that night.
He’d fucked a gasket at that stage of the evening anyway so the trainer let him away with it.
It’s grand at training, you can say you’ve done a groin.
In a match you have to take up the Jan Molby role and mind the centre circle and try not to waddle around the place like a duck with a broken arse
What are you getting at?
I’ve taken to the field drunk
Do you think you’d annoy Bono if you insisted on calling him Paul?
“Lil’ Paul” should work
Here we go again.
I didnt know she had a youngster. Is she married do you know?
She never disappoints. Probably seething over Rosanna Davison’s good news and the Cork wan from Winning Streak getting the summer show.
I may make a folder of these stories to hand to any TV licence inspector.
She’s getting RTÉ to pay for her summer holidays
Katrina’s after getting woke
That’s an “oooft”