To see photo's of our boys in Croke
Park on All Ireland Final Sunday click on the line below and click on slide
show in top left screen.
September fields are not always gold. Nor do they always return the harvest so diligently worked for and so earnestly desired.
While last Sunday was not to be a
day of celebration for the Kerry team, it did evoke huge
appreciation, strong loyalty, support and moreover
enormous pride for our lads out there on the field. It
was great to see so many Crokes people involved –
Patrick… Niall… Harry… Daithí… Johnny… Kieran… Eoin… and
Who among us did not puff out our
chest and think “these lads are of my Club… OUR
CLUB?” They may have worn Green and Gold on
their backs, but their hearts and souls were of the Back
and Amber. Patrick, inspecting the pitch before the
game; Niall busy organising the warm-up preparations;
Harry, on the side-line, shouting words of advice and
encouragement and ensuring the players were kept
hydrated; Daithí and Johnny tracking each other in the
warm-up; Kieran at the tail of the parade; Eoin, a
giant, in the middle; Colm at the helm, our captain, our
leader, our hero. Crokes first and last and in
What a thrill to see a Crokes man
leading An Ríocht in Croke Park on All-Ireland Final
Sunday. It stirred something deep inside us – even the
most dispassionate amongst us had to be moved. The
surge of pride was difficult to contain, every time a
Crokes man was on the ball; The urge to shout
“That’s one of our lads”; Yet another sublime
goal from Colm; The disappointment in observing the
premature call ashore for Kieran and later Eoin.
Allowing for our bias, it’s still difficult to
comprehend. How high our hearts soared; Victory was in
sight; The game and spoils seemed to be ours; We
anticipated that walk up the steps of the Hogan Stand;
Like children at Christmas, we couldn’t wait - to see
Sam held aloft by one of our own. But then the
devastation of that cruel ending; The forlorn figure,
standing, hand on hips, head bowed, under the Davitt
Stand. It was hard to watch. We still wanted to shout
“That’s one of our lads”. Pride was still
the predominant feeling for all our lads. Even with the
improved roads and motorways, it was a long journey
Monday’s homecoming was a tough
ordeal, not really desired by anyone, but a necessary
part of the recovery - for supporters nearly moreso than
players. Botty did the best anyone could have, in these
circumstances. And what a reception Colm received,
stepping forward to speak, what acclamation, what
appreciation – nothing more than he deserves. Words,
difficult to compose and arrange; Words, even more
difficult to utter; But heartfelt words that are eagerly
listened to and words well received.
Thanks lads for all those great
days, all the hard graft; all the sacrifices and much,
much more. We, your Club-mates, appreciate your very
presence among us. As always, you have our undying
support – from the boisterous curdling roars through the
terraces and stands, from Fitzgerald Stadium to Croke
Park and now the quieter support that gives ye space to
allow ye get back to some form of normality.
September fields are not always
gold. Nor do they always return the harvest so
diligently worked for and so earnestly desired.
However, there are other crops, yet to be harvested.
Not all seeds are set in Spring. Some – the hardy ones
- are laid in Autumn for the reaping in the year that
A Hurler on the Ditch
To see photo's of the O'Sullivan
Cup Champions click on the line below and click on slide
show in top left screen.
To see photo's of the Press Day in Dr Crokes and for the
Kerry team in Fitzgerald Stadium click on the line below and click on slide show in top left screen.