[QUOTE=“redman, post: 946676, member: 1731”]fucksake! i hadnt realised scuzz was as big a problem in knacker-agua.
I’ll throw a few shillings in the styrofoam coffee cup the next time I see you on the streets bro.
stay warm 
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Say what you want about Limerick but at least we never had a bent goalkeeper
Answer the Segunda call, pal.
[QUOTE=“Mark Renton, post: 946640, member: 1796”]FAO Limerick hurling panel 2014.
We don’t want to hear any of this ‘I’m holding my position.’ We’re not holding a goddamned thing. We’re advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding anything except the enemy’s balls. We’re going to hold him by his balls and we’re going to kick him in the arse; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We’re going to go through the enemy like shit through a tinhorn.
There will be some complaints that we’re pushing our hurlers too hard. We don’t give a damn about such complaints. We believe that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more Tipp men we kill. The more Tipp men we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing harder means fewer casualties. We want you all to remember that. Limerick men don’t surrender. We don’t want to hear of any hurler on our watch being beaten unless he is injured. Even if you are injured, you can still fight. That’s not just bullshit either. I want men like Joe Quaid who, after losing a bollock, jumped to his feet, gathered the ball and cleared it and busted the hell out of the enemy with his hurl. Then he picked up his own ball and threw it at an opponent. That’s a man for you!
Then there’s one thing you hurlers will be able to say when this is over and you get back home. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, ‘What did you do in the great Tipperary wars?’ You won’t have to cough and say, ‘Well, your granddaddy almost did it but took a bad belt.’ No sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say 'Son, your granddaddy rode with the great Green Army and a son-of-a-goddamned-bitch named T. J. Ryan!
All right, you sons of bitches. You know how we feel. That’s all![/QUOTE]
That’s a cracking call to arms, Rents.
I’ll spike that cunts full Irish yet.
George Patton esque some might say.
[QUOTE=“Mark Renton, post: 946640, member: 1796”]FAO Limerick hurling panel 2014.
We don’t want to hear any of this ‘I’m holding my position.’ We’re not holding a goddamned thing. We’re advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding anything except the enemy’s balls. We’re going to hold him by his balls and we’re going to kick him in the arse; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We’re going to go through the enemy like shit through a tinhorn.
There will be some complaints that we’re pushing our hurlers too hard. We don’t give a damn about such complaints. We believe that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more Tipp men we kill. The more Tipp men we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing harder means fewer casualties. We want you all to remember that. Limerick men don’t surrender. We don’t want to hear of any hurler on our watch being beaten unless he is injured. Even if you are injured, you can still fight. That’s not just bullshit either. I want men like Joe Quaid who, after losing a bollock, jumped to his feet, gathered the ball and cleared it and busted the hell out of the enemy with his hurl. Then he picked up his own ball and threw it at an opponent. That’s a man for you!
Then there’s one thing you hurlers will be able to say when this is over and you get back home. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, ‘What did you do in the great Tipperary wars?’ You won’t have to cough and say, ‘Well, your granddaddy almost did it but took a bad belt.’ No sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say 'Son, your granddaddy rode with the great Green Army and a son-of-a-goddamned-bitch named T. J. Ryan!
All right, you sons of bitches. You know how we feel. That’s all![/QUOTE]
The charge of the Limerick Brigade to Croke Park via Thurles
I
Fuck the league, fuck the league,
Fuck the league onward,
All in the valley of hell
Went Limerick
“Forward, the Limerick Brigade!
Charge for the goal!” Teege said.
Into the valley of Death
Went Limerick
II
“Forward, the Limerick Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the players knew
O’Grady had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Went Limerick
III
Tipp to right of them,
Tipp to left of them,
Tipp behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Storms of hurls and men,
Direct ball they played again,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Went Limerick
IV
Flashed all their hurls bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Slashing all the Tipp men there,
Battering the enemy while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the flare-smoke
Through the fullback line they broke;
Tipp they couldn’t cope
Reeled from the hurleys stroke
Shattered and sundered.
On with their march to Croke
Went Limerick
V
Tipp to right of them,
Tipp to left of them,
Tipp behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Through the storms of hell,
While men and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of Limerick.
VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild game they played!
All the world wondered.
Honour the game they played!
Honour the Limerick Brigade,
Noble Limerick
There is something apt about ripping off a poem about a glorious defeat and using it for Limerick hurling
Post of the year @Julio Geordio
Im fucking hopping, let us at the cunts, we’ll fucking burn Thurles to the ground Sunday week! :mad::mad::mad:
Its a Cork Tipp thing.
I might go to this 
I’m like a rabid dog here, foaming at the mouth… Any bit of blue could set me off. I heard this wan talking earlier and I was sure it was a Tipp accent, I almost knocked her clean out such was the rush of adrenaline I got listening to her dirty Tipp brouge.
This is more than hurling, this is fucking war.
Wayne will be starting at 6 like we all knew he would, had a slight strain so sat out the last challenge.
Sore shoulder I’d say :lol:
Wayne Mc v Bonner Maher, worth the entrance price alone!
I’d keep my money in my pocket if I was you if you see value in watching those 2 lugs.
That doesn’t actually make any sense mate.
The bitterness and jealousy of Limerick people towards Tipperary is unreal.
:rolleyes:
Didn’t the Runt marry one FFS!
No one, anywhere, ever, has been jealous of Tipperary.