Viva La GAA
I think is it's time for another contributor to take the infactah stage. As an original co-founder, along with future editor of the Daily Mirror Mr Colm Bracken, I had grand notions for infactah. To date however, hosting the site is where my involvement began and ended.
Anyway, here goes my first entry and it is something very close to my heart....The GAA, or in this case the All-Ireland Hurling semi-final which I had the privilege of attending on Sunday afternoon. For about 80 minutes on a grey afternoon in Croker a little under 40,000 people were treated to a sporting spectacle likely unmatched anywhere in the world this weekend. "It was like being in the GPO getting phone credit when 1916 happened." Tom Humphries remarked in the Irish Times today. Well, it's probably as close as I'll ever get to rebellion anyway.
From the off, passion, skill, strength, speed and grace were abound, the game ebbed and flowed as the players' endeavours on the pitch toyed with the emotions of the crowd. Even in the premium level from where I watched the game, the passion of the fans was no less intense among what some in the GAA might consider the 'prawn cracker brigade'. Scores rained down like a wet week and the intensity hardly dropped for a second. Remarkable considering these men are amateurs back at work this morning.
Right until the dying minutes, as Galway hung on by their knuckles, the tension was palpable but in an epic battle the Tribesmen desire overcame the mighty Cats from Kilkenny. When the final whistle blew and I looked at my watch I could hardly believe and hour and a half had passed. And as I left the great stadium, exhilarated and inspired, like the rest of the fans, I couldn't help feel that this is what Irish culture is about.
Viva Hurling!
Viva la GAA!
P Mc
Published by Colm.
Anyway, here goes my first entry and it is something very close to my heart....The GAA, or in this case the All-Ireland Hurling semi-final which I had the privilege of attending on Sunday afternoon. For about 80 minutes on a grey afternoon in Croker a little under 40,000 people were treated to a sporting spectacle likely unmatched anywhere in the world this weekend. "It was like being in the GPO getting phone credit when 1916 happened." Tom Humphries remarked in the Irish Times today. Well, it's probably as close as I'll ever get to rebellion anyway.
From the off, passion, skill, strength, speed and grace were abound, the game ebbed and flowed as the players' endeavours on the pitch toyed with the emotions of the crowd. Even in the premium level from where I watched the game, the passion of the fans was no less intense among what some in the GAA might consider the 'prawn cracker brigade'. Scores rained down like a wet week and the intensity hardly dropped for a second. Remarkable considering these men are amateurs back at work this morning.
Right until the dying minutes, as Galway hung on by their knuckles, the tension was palpable but in an epic battle the Tribesmen desire overcame the mighty Cats from Kilkenny. When the final whistle blew and I looked at my watch I could hardly believe and hour and a half had passed. And as I left the great stadium, exhilarated and inspired, like the rest of the fans, I couldn't help feel that this is what Irish culture is about.
Viva Hurling!
Viva la GAA!
P Mc
Published by Colm.
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