- Published: Wednesday, 31 January 2018 01:12
Senior Soccer Ulster Final
We all met in the Coffee Dock in the morning for a good gossip and a moan about sore legs. Corey noticed a missing Lorcan Bradley. “He’s likely counting sheep” says Jimmyroe. These allegations were soon to be thrown out when we all remembered that Lorcan can’t count. He wasn’t long turning up anyhow, still with sleep in his eyes and the curlers in his hair. Generosity was shown when Mark Spencer decided to boil the kettle and make us all a drop of tea, but tightness was to overrule generosity in the end up when he failed to produce any buns or biscuits and using 1 teabag to 5 cups.
The bus landed and the door bust open. No Seamus O’Donnell, it was Conor Susie. The Panicking started. “I hope he doesn’t start singing!” and “When Susie’s singing in the Persian, not even the draft will come in” were among a number of complaints made. We got away anyways after 10 minutes of convincing him to leave the guitar and his CD’s behind. We pulled into Centra, first man to the deli counter was Jimmyroe. To save time, Shane Glack got 3 of us to grab the corner of the deli and tip it into the bus for Ciaran.
Fanad was a brave distance away so we needed music. I was DJ (not to be getting me mixed up with the other DJ (McGeoghegan), who unlike myself, nobody wants to listen to). There was some classics, from Shunie Crampsey to Daniel ODonnell, from Stormzy to Wheeler Walker. Songs like Wonderwall, and Oro Se Do Bheatha’ Bhaile. A special thanks to Aine 'n' Tara for lifting money in the supporters bus and having the patience to wait on Adam The Hatter’s mother to come late with Adam's booster seat and his dummy.
The warm-up had its usual antics - misplaced passes, complaints from Houghton and moans from Cade, who has finally been dropped after Mr. Cavanagh found sense and gave him his P45. Mr. Cavanagh named out the squad anyways, but we were missing our CB Jake. After the sound of “PLOMP” we weren’t long finding his whereabouts. Jake's hind was hugging the toilet bowl. There he was without sense nor toilet paper. We solved the problem by throwing in Brendan Lackin’s shinpads.
Photo of wee Corey celebrating taken by Gary Foy. Great shot, son!