- Published: Tuesday, 08 May 2018 14:08
Massive Deflections 'n' Sweet Connections
“no shoulda’s, no coulda’s and no woulda’s”
Wednesday, 25th April 2018
5.00am – The alarm bell rings. I feel I’m only after getting into the bed. I am as mad as a box of frogs. Usually the only time I’m up this early is if I’m falling in the door from Tul Na Ri or up to use the toilet. It’s too early for me. Head’s busting.
6.30am - A 15 minute run in the road listening to Seamus Fildara reminiscing about the time he met Big Tom in Culdaff Arms. The boys all gather in the Coffee Dock to we get a head count, a drop of tea and a scratch. For the second time this year we have no Wee Corey McBride. Nobody can understand where he went as Lorcan Bradley swore he saw him earlier on. It turns out he was trapped in a cubicle and couldn’t reach the door handle.
7.00am - Kevin Bradley twists the key of the bus and rallies out the gate. A bus packed with nervous men and a horrible smell of Old Spice deodorant coming from Brendan Doherty. Every traffic light on the Glentogher road is red. A horrible start to the day and to make the morning even worse I have Oisin Hession in one ear talking about all the trophies Clonmany FC won in the 90s and in my other ear is Daniel McCallion snoring.