As recently as a few Sundays ago I heard it said. I was remarking that Eoin Larkin's legs looked a little lacking in condition when his wasp-like socks were pulled up. My father nodded, agreed and then he said it. Army man. Then I said it, quietly, under my breath. My earliest recollection of it ever being said was in reference to former Dublin captain Tommy Carr. What does it mean though? And is my old man the only one who utters it?
Showing posts with label Leinster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leinster. Show all posts
Monday, May 20, 2013
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
More than a 'Wee' bit disappointing
I wonder was Martin Sludden at GAA headquarters last Sunday afternoon? Four teams took to the field, just over 31,500 paid in but where was the Tyrone official? The man in black (with green trim) who allowed Joe Sheridan's goal in the provincial final two years ago.
Louth, one of the teams that took to the field yesterday, were two points up four minutes into injury time and about to celebrate their first win over their neighbours in 35 years. It was their first appearance in the decider in 50 years, they hadn't tasted Leinster glory in 53 years. Then, "the greatest injustice for many a year in Croke Park" came to pass according to the Irish Independent's Colm Keys.
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