I was a lurker for a long time reading old threads. Only really signed up to advise people to go for the heart screening when it showed up that I had a defect.
Earliest thread's I can remember was the hardstation being banned thread:
http://gaaboard.com/board/index.php?topic=10030.0 (http://gaaboard.com/board/index.php?topic=10030.0)
Also bought westlife tickets for Croke Park off a gaaboard poster. 8) :-[
I joined in April 2004. Suppose my first memory was Barney's 'Blueprint to respectability' thread for Mayo football.
I'm a little disturbed to see that the oldest page archived on the Wayback Machine (http://web.archive.org/web/20011004010645/http://www.gaaboard.com/board/index.html) has a thread where Fearon asks me something. His question is lost to posterity, which given the response from 'Con Crowley' is probably for the best.
My earliest memory? Probably the river of flame I got from one HT Fiddler for suggesting that the reputation for thuggery that attached itself to Sean Boylan's Meath teams was because they were, you know, thugs. Happier times? Plus ça change, more like.
Reading beautifully eloquent 14 page long soliloquys from some of the INTERNET's original true hurling men.
It's not perhaps widely known that true INTERNET hurling warriors actually used to post on this board.
That's a long time ago, mind.
My earliest memory is coming home from a game and putting the Club score onto the Club page on here, and seeing what other results where in.
No Twitter in them days.
Quote from: Norf Tyrone on November 06, 2014, 04:06:31 PM
My earliest memory is coming home from a game and putting the Club score onto the Club page on here, and seeing what other results where in.
No Twitter in them days.
I miss this a bit tbf, information bombarded at you now, there is rarely any posts on Tyrone club thread after a round of fixtures any more every shred of information is already known.
Probably the Tony Fearon hotel escapade is the one that sticks out and rowing with some of the Armagh heads, particularly Whacker, Aghdavoyle, Corn02 and Uladh (ironically all Dromintee men!) and Rufus and bennydorano that we would dominate the county for years to come. Here was one of my posts from 2006
QuoteCongratulations to all involved, I hope it helps build on the other successes. We may not win 20 in a row but we could give it a good rattle all things being equal.
Funny how things have turned out :P
Here since 2000 or 2001 I think....first memory is winding the Our Ma ones up....plus ça change
Here originally since about 1999/2000 seems too long ago to remember anything
Quote from: tyrone girl on November 06, 2014, 04:26:28 PM
Here originally since about 1999/2000 seems too long ago to remember anything
That's because football wasn't invented until 2002/2003. ;)
Around since 2000/2001. Remember stumbling across the site and thinking it was a bit of a hidden gem and a world away from Hogan Stand! Some fantastic posters from around that time who are no longer here, which is a shame. So announced their departures in dramatic terms while others just sloped off.
I also remember O'Neill's 'Ode to the GAAboard Hosts' thread.
We need a few welly throwing and bog snorkelling competitions going again....or even a Bard thread. O'Neill?
Quote from: brokencrossbar1 on November 06, 2014, 05:50:24 PM
We need a few welly throwing and bog snorkelling competitions going again....or even a Bard thread. O'Neill?
A new Slurry Cup thread wouldn't go amiss
Quote from: Gabriel_Hurl on November 06, 2014, 06:02:42 PM
Quote from: brokencrossbar1 on November 06, 2014, 05:50:24 PM
We need a few welly throwing and bog snorkelling competitions going again....or even a Bard thread. O'Neill?
A new Slurry Cup thread wouldn't go amiss
http://gaaboard.com/board/index.php?topic=10481.0
I was a non poster for years but the village idiot's hotel fiasco is probably the abiding memory.
I can't remember who it was but the response someone posted surmising his phone call to the hotel receptionist was legendary.
Armagh fans taunting Tyrone for having no all Irelands in late 2002
Hardyarse the fiddler went awol for a good while way back in the day
Vicki who was an American very into GAA who was the driving force behind one of the earlier manifestations
The 98 offaly -clare match and talking about it afterwards on the site
Galtee Mountain Boy
Richard someone who was into GAA journalism and had a site of classic articles
Tyronies got interested in 2003
Quote from: TabClear on November 06, 2014, 07:17:01 PM
I was a non poster for years but the village idiot's hotel fiasco is probably the abiding memory.
I can't remember who it was but the response someone posted surmising his phone call to the hotel receptionist was legendary.
+1 That was genius. Come on lads dig it out and post it.
Started in 2001 I think. Think there was just myself, O'Neill, red hand fan, bummer, norf and one or two other Tyrone ones at the time. There was more OWC involvement back then too. We had "Proud to be GAA" stirring things up.
More of a reader than a poster, took me a year to finally post something.
I've read many snippets of the Fearon hotel fiasco but noone has yet put the thread up. Anyone?
I started browsing around 2003 and joined around 2005. I would have joined earlier but I didnt like the user interface.
Earliest memories was that board was quite serious but Hardyarse and Easytiger always posted interesting stuff. I made it my mission to lighten things up.
Just remember Fearon and myself arguing about 5 times a day back around 01/02. Real shit talk.
I think I was here under a different guise in 2006 and current username since 2007. There are definitely less eejits about now. There were some f**king rockets about in 2007 - Syd The Sailor, Armagh 4 Sam, Gnevin & Tankie... Fearon is the constant in that category.
This one should bring back memories 5 Sams
http://gaadiscussionboard.yuku.com/topic/428/5Sams-Daily-Reminder
Shane,arguing 5 times a day? Don't be ridiculous,it was at least ten ;D
My first ever liaison with this board and indeed with the internet itself was the day after Crossmaglen won their first All Ireland in 1997.Plans are afoot to mark the 20th anniversary (mine,not Crossmaglen's) in a mere 2 and a half years in an all inclusive manner.
It was all a lot more lighthearted in those days,for long enough I was the sole Northern representative,and the only contemporary still around is Hardy who,due to his advanced years,I have always respectfully deferred to.He is truly deserving of the title "Father of the GAA Board" , a figure analogous to the late Ted Heath or Tony Benn in the British House of Commons.
Joined in 2009, had been a lurker for a while before that. Reading those old threads bring back memories!
But, 6 years on, and the same aul shite from some
Quote from: Rossfan on November 07, 2008, 10:50:11 PM
Could all Mayo posters be banned till the Ballagh Rossies can play with their native County? ;D
Note the random reference to Mayo-Ballagh-Ros in a thread without even the most tenuous links to the subject!
Quote from: T Fearon on November 07, 2014, 07:19:38 AM
Shane,arguing 5 times a day? Don't be ridiculous,it was at least ten ;D
My first ever liaison with this board and indeed with the internet itself was the day after Crossmaglen won their first All Ireland in 1997.Plans are afoot to mark the 20th anniversary (mine,not Crossmaglen's) in a mere 2 and a half years in an all inclusive manner.
It was all a lot more lighthearted in those days,for long enough I was the sole Northern representative,and the only contemporary still around is Hardy who,due to his advanced years,I have always respectfully deferred to.He is truly deserving of the title "Father of the GAA Board" , a figure analogous to the late Ted Heath or Tony Benn in the British House of Commons.
Bord na Mona man was around before you. You're not Abraham
"It was all a lot more lighthearted in those days". It was the same as now except Armagh have an all Ireland and Tyrone have more
Here since 2001, another Tyrone lurker. I think the names were better then. Big dave pot noodle kid, hardyarse the fiddler etc. I posted under a different name then as well.
Was checking the yuku board and it said I joined in 2005... I think I was on a previous version though probably for a few years before that. Is the first version of the site gone for good??
Joined in the late 90s. I was in Arizona, hence the moniker. I arrived there in 1997, and left in 2001. I'd say it was about 1998 when I joined here.
I think it was 2001 I first docked here in the aftermath of Sligo's defeat of Kildare. One of my earliest thoughts on the board which is probably shared by most first time users was - "Who is this Tony Fearon guy and is he for real?" Over the years I have been convinced of the following - (1) Fearon was actually one of O'Neill's creations; (2) O'Neill and Fearon were actually great buddies and used to have these rows on the board to see what reaction they'd get. I spotted a bald Tyrone fan and a large Armagh fan having a few pints together in Meaghers after the 2003 AI Final and was sure it was the bucks. Glad I didn't approach them!
Quote from: magpie seanie on November 07, 2014, 11:12:22 AM
I think it was 2001 I first docked here in the aftermath of Sligo's defeat of Kildare. One of my earliest thoughts on the board which is probably shared by most first time users was - "Who is this Tony Fearon guy and is he for real?" Over the years I have been convinced of the following - (1) Fearon was actually one of O'Neill's creations; (2) O'Neill and Fearon were actually great buddies and used to have these rows on the board to see what reaction they'd get. I spotted a bald Tyrone fan and a large Armagh fan having a few pints together in Meaghers after the 2003 AI Final and was sure it was the bucks. Glad I didn't approach them!
That might have been Rufus T Firefly representing Armagh.
2001 for me, in the midst of the Foot and Mouth - I was about to start working on Breaking Ball, and thought I needed to shed my Dub blinkers. My eyes were opened in a big way.
Everyone was always really helpful when i needed help with the programme, and i have really good memories of contributors like Sonny, GalteeMountainboy, the Bottler, etc
Hardy, Magpie, Az, BNM and the Muppet always good for sanity, Hill is Blue, Heffo, Lynchbhoy (honorary) and Indiana always good for local Dub stuff, O'Neill for Farneyboy and other creations, whilst Fearon is, of course, a long running situationist prank, dreamt up by nihilist performance artists in Dresden as a scathing commentary on the gullibility of the online community.
forgot to mention Bud - seldom seen now but an implacable Laois foe of the Dubs - and good craic with it.
Media coverage of GAA in the late 90s was poor enough and very formulaic. Tom Humphries in the Irish Times used to write great stuff and there'd be the odd article in the Sunday papers but it wasn't great overall. Sites like this made a big difference. You could talk about GAA and many times the fans would be as good as if not better than the journalists. It is still true especially where people like Brehony and Spillane are concerned.
Quote from: seafoid on November 06, 2014, 08:08:50 PM
Richard someone who was into GAA journalism and had a site of classic articles
Richard Behal, Gaelic Gazette. It was a great site. Sadly his daughter died (http://www.anfearrua.ie/topic.aspx?id=15180) and he lost the will to update it. I think he emigrated to Australia. I've often wondered whether he was related to this Richard Behal (http://www.kilkennypeople.ie/news/kilkenny-news/kilkenny-man-s-historical-ira-prison-escape-in-1966-1-2171411).
Can't remember - kind of trundled in when Shamrock Shore euthanised the Longford GAABoard. 2002?? maybe. Maybe earlier, I was here when Aaaaargh won the AI in 2002 (when football was invented).
Quote from: deiseach on November 07, 2014, 12:43:27 PM
Quote from: seafoid on November 06, 2014, 08:08:50 PM
Richard someone who was into GAA journalism and had a site of classic articles
Richard Behal, Gaelic Gazette. It was a great site. Sadly his daughter died (http://www.anfearrua.ie/topic.aspx?id=15180) and he lost the will to update it. I think he emigrated to Australia. I've often wondered whether he was related to this Richard Behal (http://www.kilkennypeople.ie/news/kilkenny-news/kilkenny-man-s-historical-ira-prison-escape-in-1966-1-2171411).
I didn't realise that, Deiseach. It must have been a terrible blow. The site really was top notch.
Nobody ever seems to have collected Kevin Cashman's output either.
The Mucksavages Thread always got a laugh when you're in depressing work and needed something to take your mind off it. Also there was a phase there where there were that many multiple name users you didn't know who was who
I appeared in around the invention of football era myself. I would echo the sentiments that the quality of analysis on here (at times) was the equal of any print media, probably still is but I cant be arsed reading as much these days & things change over the years.
The mucksavage thread was prob my favourite too (not that old tho, 4 or 5 years?), a real shame it wasn't retained in some shape or form - eventhough it would still be scandalous today.
My favourite of all time is the Larry Reilly thread.
I stumbled across a "Things You've Heard At GAA Matches" around 03 and haven't been able to get out since. It was a whole different world from the hoganstand.
Quote from: Never beat the deeler on November 07, 2014, 08:03:03 AM
Joined in 2009, had been a lurker for a while before that. Reading those old threads bring back memories!
But, 6 years on, and the same aul shite from some
Quote from: Rossfan on November 07, 2008, 10:50:11 PM
Could all Mayo posters be banned till the Ballagh Rossies can play with their native County? ;D
Note the random reference to Mayo-Ballagh-Ros in a thread without even the most tenuous links to the subject!
Speaking of Rossfan, I assume he changed his name from rosmanrosfan to just Rossfan?
Quote from: seafoid on November 07, 2014, 01:05:24 PM
Nobody ever seems to have collected Kevin Cashman's output either.
That is a shame. I could only find one article of his online(on Uibhfhaili.com I think)but nothing else out there.
Anyone remember Ken Reilly,a Meathman, exiled in the States, posted a lot in the late 90s,usually as high as a kite?
True story, an Armagh man, who should have known better (a retired professional class member) asked me once in the midst of the Tyrone Armagh mania, and I quote "Who is that cnut O'Neill?" ;D ;D ;D
Quote from: seafoid on November 07, 2014, 01:05:24 PM
Quote from: deiseach on November 07, 2014, 12:43:27 PM
Quote from: seafoid on November 06, 2014, 08:08:50 PM
Richard someone who was into GAA journalism and had a site of classic articles
Richard Behal, Gaelic Gazette. It was a great site. Sadly his daughter died (http://www.anfearrua.ie/topic.aspx?id=15180) and he lost the will to update it. I think he emigrated to Australia. I've often wondered whether he was related to this Richard Behal (http://www.kilkennypeople.ie/news/kilkenny-news/kilkenny-man-s-historical-ira-prison-escape-in-1966-1-2171411).
I didn't realise that, Deiseach. It must have been a terrible blow. The site really was top notch.
Nobody ever seems to have collected Kevin Cashman's output either.
The greatest winner ever scored
Kevin Cashman
June 23rd, 1996
THE Banner did not lose it; they refused to win it. Never in the history of hurling conflict did so many conspire so ingeniously to allow so vincible an enemy to survive.
Forget about qualities of physique and skill, for a moment, and concentrate on matters mental: Limerick are staunch, and Limerick are not stupid. But whoever — if anyone — devised The Banner's "tactics' of the second half proceeded upon the opposite assumption: that assumption being that Limerick had not the fortitude or the wit to get back and defend in large numbers around and inside their own 21 yard line. But, Limerick had. And, so, The Banner's every dozy, retarded, imbecile solo and handpass dissipation was easily intercepted — or swallowed up in bunching and mauling; none of which caused a flicker of concern to Joe Quaid.
Not just in that specific area, but all over the pitch, scrambling, mistake ridden hurling diminished the match. Yet it was, as Ger Loughnane remarked, a truly unique occasion; made so by excitement and tension and passion and sportsmanship (not whiter than white, but still terrific) and a pre-match atmosphere, in the ground and its environs; such as many of us had thought had gone with the days of the '50s when Limerick had a proper stadium.
That said, it must be re-emphasised that mistakes, not hurling virtuosity, determined the outcome. Consider the case of Eamonn Taaffe: even after Mike Houlihan had slowed him a bit, Taaffe had the legs of Mike Nash; The Banner's midfielders and half forwards had merely to hit the blasted ball quickly in the general direction of Taaffe before a population explosion could happen inside or around that 21 of Limerick. But simplicity, and productivity, are against the principles of that quintet of Clare lads; so, they solo ran along pathways defined by the allure of the corner flag, and, like the great shitehawk of fable, the borders of their own colonic regions.
The end of the feeling of revisiting Dal gCais, and living in heroic times: the shock of those heroic times being terminated by so limited a team as Limerick. How did The Banner allow these traumas to befall us all? Failures of wit and concentration. In 1952, a dour Cork v Galway All Ireland semi-final, after being 0-2 to 0-2 at half time, was getting dourer by the minute when a half chance fell to one C Ring. He might have swung for a goal; but C Ring suspected that his pursuer was near enough to hook; so, with no swine at all, the ball was flicked — or, if you like, scooped — up and over the bar. Ten years later, at age 42, the performance was repeated in a grand league match against Limerick. In between, in the unforgettable finals of '54 and '56 against Wexford, sliotars were handpassed ' over the bar from within spitting range of the goalkeeper: The Master knew the value of a point when a goal was too improbable, and the game was in the balance, and time remained for it to take turn upon turn.
Not so Ger O'Loughlm. He should never have started that solo; but, Sweet Loving Jesus! Sparrow must have known, when he reached the 14 yard line, that the immediate area was more crowded with Limerick defenders than an Aer Lingus junket flight with Cork county councillors. He was straight in front of the goal; to flick or scoop the sliotar upwards — without swinging and risking being hooked — and have it fall gently over the bar should have been the work of a moment. But Sparrow lacks C Ring's afflatus; Sparrow handpassed in the genera! direction of a man who was manacled.
(By the way, to say. all of that is not to denigrate Ger O'Loughlin, who has been central to Clare's progress since that marvellous, mystifying day in Ennis in May 1993. In point of fact, a, justly, more famous forward, John Fitzgibbon, a man intrigued and obsessed by the life and lore of The Master, made precisely the same mistake in the 1990 All Ireland final: having soloed to within eight or nine yards of the Galway goal, Fitzy tried to swing, and was duly hooked, when to apply the precepts of his idol, i.e. scoop or shovel the ball over the bar, was clearly the correct choice.)
Mistakes, mistakes. If somebody had forecast to you that, on a perfect day for free takers, Sean McMahon would drive three wide you'd have guffawed — but it happened, and was central to the result. If the same sceptic had forecast that David Fitzgerald would fail to control into his hand an innocuous wee shot, you'd have been mildly attentive. But, when your sceptic went on to envision Frank Lohan, from the ensuing scramble, topping a straightforward whip on a simple rolling ball — which Tony O'Brien or Peter Doolan would have landed seventy yards away — your language would have turned kaleidoscopic. But it happened— and, on top of that, Gary Kirby was unmarked as he took advantage.
TO enumerate mistakes, without seeking out every possible source of, or excuse for, them, is unjust. So: our standard sliotar, on days of extreme heat and glare such as Sunday last, is woefully behind the times, as this correspondent first pointed out a dozen years since. A sliotar dappled black and white; a sliotar coloured yellow or bright or dark orange, a la Wimbledon, would surely help — cast your mind back to the number of straightforward, unmarked fetches, and attempts at batting or blocking; which were fluffed by genuine top class hurlers, a week since.
And we could probably borrow, with some profit, from the cricketers' extraordinary range of facial adornments. After all, they exert themselves far, far less than hurlers do; yet, their precautions against glare, and/or getting a drop of sweat in the eyes, far outstrip anything hurlers bother to think about.
Matters for mentors and managers.
Mere fans and enjoyers and chroniclers have the memory of That Point: Mackey has his stand; very shortly, Power shall have his monument; Carey has That Point. The greatest winner ever scored.
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Pupils give masters a lesson
August 12th, 2000
PLAINTS and lamentations about these players and those selectors will not cease in Cork for some time yet.
And why should they? But, aside from -all persons and perpetrators, the grievous fact of Cork's 16 wides to Offaly's five should remain very central indeed to reflection on that match. Offaly were better — not quite immeasurably better, just three times as good! — at one of hurling's profoundest fundamentals: making the ball go where you want it to go.
If Cork's plague of wides were a once-off, such as befell the great Tipp forward line in the 1963 Munster final, the malignity of fate could be submitted to, and attention turned to discomfiting the GPA and those nabobs in Corporate Park whose doings gave the GPA its spurious pretexts for its pestilential existence. But inordinate numbers of wides have been as predictable a part of this Cork side's performances as they were of those of Clare. And just as ineluctably bound to catch up.
After the triple semi-final of 1998, your correspondent opined in print that five pucks by Offaly were worth seven by Clare: Offaly could come somewhere near to Michael Keating's ideal of having "a message in every ball"; the Banner, what with slices and desperation and opacity of purpose and, of course, wides, could not. Last Sunday, it looked even starker: one possession for Offaly seemed to be worth two for Cork. Here we think of "possession" in the traditional and correct sense of actually arriving first to the ball or of having the first option at the ball when it shoots out of broken or confused play, as well as in the modern, exclusive — and pernicious — sense of having the ball in hand.
By dint of youthful pace and chasing and hunger Cork had much more possession, more opportunities to use the ball, than Offaly. The figures of 31 crossings of the end line to 24, plus Cork's seemingly infinite time and sweat expended in confusion and futility in front of the Offaly posts, plus more gridlock in midfield, probably support our estimate-that Cork had near enough twice as many opportunities to use the ball. So, Offaly can play hurling wisely and economically; Cork cannot.
Why? Because for more than a little while now, especially but not exclusively up front, Cork have been sliding, declining, into the soloing and handpassing methodology — the Cyril Farrell system. That thing is a truncation and a desecration — as who should ordain that Mozart be played with bodhrans and tin whistles, and all the soaring and transcendent expressions and potentialities be discarded.
Solo running is, in its place, a legitimate and pleasing skill, as Pat Delaney and Christy Ring and Tom Cheasty demonstrated to the satisfaction and delectation of millions.Last Sunday, Offaly's solos were few, brief and to the point. Cork's soloists were many and inexpert; and three of them, O'Connor and McCarthy and McGrath, seemed intent upon outdoing the great shitehawk of legend who, as you gentle and erudite reader well remember, flew and flew about in circles until he disappeared up his own fundament.
Again and again, Offaly hit the sliotar first time off the ground with stunning virtuosity — and profit. Cork did, 'tis true, essay the ground stroke but, sadly, apart from Alan Browne's glorious effort which led to a point, neither frequently nor skilfully enough. Indeed, Seanie McGrath had a chance of a goal with a ground stroke, but because the requisite, instinctive, adjustment of his feet didn't occur to him, who has more dazzling footwork than Gene Kelly in most other ways, Seanie. lifted and handled and lost.
Two months since, Joe Deane scored a tap-in against Limerick and his deed was' greeted with global and orgasmic alleluias. That is a measure of how far standards — and expectations — have fallen: Joe, standing all unmarked on the edge of the square, scored a goal with the most elementary of overhead strokes, and the world went loopy. In 1954, Johnny Clifford, with John Doyle on him, scored a point from an angle 40 yards out, with a left-handed overhead stroke; two years earlier, against Tony Brennan, a master of overhead counter-play (i.e. spoiling), Liam Dowling scored two points with overhead strokes; in '61 against Waterford, Ring scored a fulminating overhead goal and another first time off the ground — and, quite as much as either of those gaisci, valued his third, in which he had to apply his elbows and backside to defenders in order to scramble the ball over the line. Time out of number, in his midfield days, Justin McCarthy, finding himself unmarked or loosely marked, still rejected handling and simply — but how sweetly! — doubled the high ball onward.
That is the background — or, rather, a tiny taste of it — to Joe's tap-in. Yet, in scores of chats and arguments over the past five days, the problem of the failure of Cork's forwards to let fly on at least some of that plethora of high balls remained curiously distant from the minds of all critics — bar the present one. Kevin Murray did make a couple of one-handed waves at the ball — feeble and perfunctory to the point of embarrassment.
So, it seems, Cork are incapable of playing hurling the Cork way — or, niore likely, they are no longer taught or encouraged to do so. While Offaly continue to win matches because, many years ago, a Corkman, Brother Denis, went amongst them and taught and cajoled generations of their youth to hurl the Cork way. 'Tis a quare ironic twist — and enjoyable if you're from Offaly.
It is not just Brother Denis: when John Ryan first appeared in championship hurling he looked raw and clumsy; last Sunday, his point, and a few lesser deeds, provided evidence that someone had been applying generous measures of polish to him in the interim. Whereas, on.the Cork side, McCarthy and McCormack look as if they've not received a lick of a shammy since the day they were called up. Yet amongst Cork's mentors are men who could make a ball talk and a hurley sing. Curiouser . . .
Perhaps, it is to do with emphasis. Nowadays, every other sentence we hear from coaches, especially concerning forwards, is about the imperative of "getting them to believe in themselves." If that is what Nicholas English and Jimmy Barry Murphy are trying to do, they are promoting the most abominable heresy, and interviews with Senor Torquemada are called for. What the ladeens who ruined the Summer for JBM and English require is to have their wee minds most ruthlessly disassembled, all fads and obsessions and enslavements excised, and awareness of the full range of hurling's skills and splendours engraved — with a blow torch. Generous helpings of legitimate aggression should be installed during this overhaul.
As for details: we know how that Brian Corcoran's mind was on lower things; Pat Ryan as a free-taker was never other than unreliable; a few years ago, Corcoran was being brought up from corner-back to hit the midfield frees, now, when he's positioned 40 yards nearer to them, he's not wanted. And, did it occur to anyone to send him, Corcoran, up amongst the forwards?
Derek Barrett jumped into Sean O' hAilpin and conceded a point; Diarmuid O'Sullivan did likewise with Corcoran; Pat Ryan and Alan Browne collided and injured each other. Bro Denis must have sighed, or scowled.
Quote from: Sidney on November 07, 2014, 05:53:07 PM
Quote from: seafoid on November 07, 2014, 01:05:24 PM
Quote from: deiseach on November 07, 2014, 12:43:27 PM
Quote from: seafoid on November 06, 2014, 08:08:50 PM
Richard someone who was into GAA journalism and had a site of classic articles
Richard Behal, Gaelic Gazette. It was a great site. Sadly his daughter died (http://www.anfearrua.ie/topic.aspx?id=15180) and he lost the will to update it. I think he emigrated to Australia. I've often wondered whether he was related to this Richard Behal (http://www.kilkennypeople.ie/news/kilkenny-news/kilkenny-man-s-historical-ira-prison-escape-in-1966-1-2171411).
I didn't realise that, Deiseach. It must have been a terrible blow. The site really was top notch.
Nobody ever seems to have collected Kevin Cashman's output either.
The greatest winner ever scored
Kevin Cashman
June 23rd, 1996
THE Banner did not lose it; they refused to win it. Never in the history of hurling conflict did so many conspire so ingeniously to allow so vincible an enemy to survive.
Forget about qualities of physique and skill, for a moment, and concentrate on matters mental: Limerick are staunch, and Limerick are not stupid. But whoever — if anyone — devised The Banner's "tactics' of the second half proceeded upon the opposite assumption: that assumption being that Limerick had not the fortitude or the wit to get back and defend in large numbers around and inside their own 21 yard line. But, Limerick had. And, so, The Banner's every dozy, retarded, imbecile solo and handpass dissipation was easily intercepted — or swallowed up in bunching and mauling; none of which caused a flicker of concern to Joe Quaid.
Not just in that specific area, but all over the pitch, scrambling, mistake ridden hurling diminished the match. Yet it was, as Ger Loughnane remarked, a truly unique occasion; made so by excitement and tension and passion and sportsmanship (not whiter than white, but still terrific) and a pre-match atmosphere, in the ground and its environs; such as many of us had thought had gone with the days of the '50s when Limerick had a proper stadium.
That said, it must be re-emphasised that mistakes, not hurling virtuosity, determined the outcome. Consider the case of Eamonn Taaffe: even after Mike Houlihan had slowed him a bit, Taaffe had the legs of Mike Nash; The Banner's midfielders and half forwards had merely to hit the blasted ball quickly in the general direction of Taaffe before a population explosion could happen inside or around that 21 of Limerick. But simplicity, and productivity, are against the principles of that quintet of Clare lads; so, they solo ran along pathways defined by the allure of the corner flag, and, like the great shitehawk of fable, the borders of their own colonic regions.
The end of the feeling of revisiting Dal gCais, and living in heroic times: the shock of those heroic times being terminated by so limited a team as Limerick. How did The Banner allow these traumas to befall us all? Failures of wit and concentration. In 1952, a dour Cork v Galway All Ireland semi-final, after being 0-2 to 0-2 at half time, was getting dourer by the minute when a half chance fell to one C Ring. He might have swung for a goal; but C Ring suspected that his pursuer was near enough to hook; so, with no swine at all, the ball was flicked — or, if you like, scooped — up and over the bar. Ten years later, at age 42, the performance was repeated in a grand league match against Limerick. In between, in the unforgettable finals of '54 and '56 against Wexford, sliotars were handpassed ' over the bar from within spitting range of the goalkeeper: The Master knew the value of a point when a goal was too improbable, and the game was in the balance, and time remained for it to take turn upon turn.
Not so Ger O'Loughlm. He should never have started that solo; but, Sweet Loving Jesus! Sparrow must have known, when he reached the 14 yard line, that the immediate area was more crowded with Limerick defenders than an Aer Lingus junket flight with Cork county councillors. He was straight in front of the goal; to flick or scoop the sliotar upwards — without swinging and risking being hooked — and have it fall gently over the bar should have been the work of a moment. But Sparrow lacks C Ring's afflatus; Sparrow handpassed in the genera! direction of a man who was manacled.
(By the way, to say. all of that is not to denigrate Ger O'Loughlin, who has been central to Clare's progress since that marvellous, mystifying day in Ennis in May 1993. In point of fact, a, justly, more famous forward, John Fitzgibbon, a man intrigued and obsessed by the life and lore of The Master, made precisely the same mistake in the 1990 All Ireland final: having soloed to within eight or nine yards of the Galway goal, Fitzy tried to swing, and was duly hooked, when to apply the precepts of his idol, i.e. scoop or shovel the ball over the bar, was clearly the correct choice.)
Mistakes, mistakes. If somebody had forecast to you that, on a perfect day for free takers, Sean McMahon would drive three wide you'd have guffawed — but it happened, and was central to the result. If the same sceptic had forecast that David Fitzgerald would fail to control into his hand an innocuous wee shot, you'd have been mildly attentive. But, when your sceptic went on to envision Frank Lohan, from the ensuing scramble, topping a straightforward whip on a simple rolling ball — which Tony O'Brien or Peter Doolan would have landed seventy yards away — your language would have turned kaleidoscopic. But it happened— and, on top of that, Gary Kirby was unmarked as he took advantage.
TO enumerate mistakes, without seeking out every possible source of, or excuse for, them, is unjust. So: our standard sliotar, on days of extreme heat and glare such as Sunday last, is woefully behind the times, as this correspondent first pointed out a dozen years since. A sliotar dappled black and white; a sliotar coloured yellow or bright or dark orange, a la Wimbledon, would surely help — cast your mind back to the number of straightforward, unmarked fetches, and attempts at batting or blocking; which were fluffed by genuine top class hurlers, a week since.
And we could probably borrow, with some profit, from the cricketers' extraordinary range of facial adornments. After all, they exert themselves far, far less than hurlers do; yet, their precautions against glare, and/or getting a drop of sweat in the eyes, far outstrip anything hurlers bother to think about.
Matters for mentors and managers.
Mere fans and enjoyers and chroniclers have the memory of That Point: Mackey has his stand; very shortly, Power shall have his monument; Carey has That Point. The greatest winner ever scored.
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Pupils give masters a lesson
August 12th, 2000
PLAINTS and lamentations about these players and those selectors will not cease in Cork for some time yet.
And why should they? But, aside from -all persons and perpetrators, the grievous fact of Cork's 16 wides to Offaly's five should remain very central indeed to reflection on that match. Offaly were better — not quite immeasurably better, just three times as good! — at one of hurling's profoundest fundamentals: making the ball go where you want it to go.
If Cork's plague of wides were a once-off, such as befell the great Tipp forward line in the 1963 Munster final, the malignity of fate could be submitted to, and attention turned to discomfiting the GPA and those nabobs in Corporate Park whose doings gave the GPA its spurious pretexts for its pestilential existence. But inordinate numbers of wides have been as predictable a part of this Cork side's performances as they were of those of Clare. And just as ineluctably bound to catch up.
After the triple semi-final of 1998, your correspondent opined in print that five pucks by Offaly were worth seven by Clare: Offaly could come somewhere near to Michael Keating's ideal of having "a message in every ball"; the Banner, what with slices and desperation and opacity of purpose and, of course, wides, could not. Last Sunday, it looked even starker: one possession for Offaly seemed to be worth two for Cork. Here we think of "possession" in the traditional and correct sense of actually arriving first to the ball or of having the first option at the ball when it shoots out of broken or confused play, as well as in the modern, exclusive — and pernicious — sense of having the ball in hand.
By dint of youthful pace and chasing and hunger Cork had much more possession, more opportunities to use the ball, than Offaly. The figures of 31 crossings of the end line to 24, plus Cork's seemingly infinite time and sweat expended in confusion and futility in front of the Offaly posts, plus more gridlock in midfield, probably support our estimate-that Cork had near enough twice as many opportunities to use the ball. So, Offaly can play hurling wisely and economically; Cork cannot.
Why? Because for more than a little while now, especially but not exclusively up front, Cork have been sliding, declining, into the soloing and handpassing methodology — the Cyril Farrell system. That thing is a truncation and a desecration — as who should ordain that Mozart be played with bodhrans and tin whistles, and all the soaring and transcendent expressions and potentialities be discarded.
Solo running is, in its place, a legitimate and pleasing skill, as Pat Delaney and Christy Ring and Tom Cheasty demonstrated to the satisfaction and delectation of millions.Last Sunday, Offaly's solos were few, brief and to the point. Cork's soloists were many and inexpert; and three of them, O'Connor and McCarthy and McGrath, seemed intent upon outdoing the great shitehawk of legend who, as you gentle and erudite reader well remember, flew and flew about in circles until he disappeared up his own fundament.
Again and again, Offaly hit the sliotar first time off the ground with stunning virtuosity — and profit. Cork did, 'tis true, essay the ground stroke but, sadly, apart from Alan Browne's glorious effort which led to a point, neither frequently nor skilfully enough. Indeed, Seanie McGrath had a chance of a goal with a ground stroke, but because the requisite, instinctive, adjustment of his feet didn't occur to him, who has more dazzling footwork than Gene Kelly in most other ways, Seanie. lifted and handled and lost.
Two months since, Joe Deane scored a tap-in against Limerick and his deed was' greeted with global and orgasmic alleluias. That is a measure of how far standards — and expectations — have fallen: Joe, standing all unmarked on the edge of the square, scored a goal with the most elementary of overhead strokes, and the world went loopy. In 1954, Johnny Clifford, with John Doyle on him, scored a point from an angle 40 yards out, with a left-handed overhead stroke; two years earlier, against Tony Brennan, a master of overhead counter-play (i.e. spoiling), Liam Dowling scored two points with overhead strokes; in '61 against Waterford, Ring scored a fulminating overhead goal and another first time off the ground — and, quite as much as either of those gaisci, valued his third, in which he had to apply his elbows and backside to defenders in order to scramble the ball over the line. Time out of number, in his midfield days, Justin McCarthy, finding himself unmarked or loosely marked, still rejected handling and simply — but how sweetly! — doubled the high ball onward.
That is the background — or, rather, a tiny taste of it — to Joe's tap-in. Yet, in scores of chats and arguments over the past five days, the problem of the failure of Cork's forwards to let fly on at least some of that plethora of high balls remained curiously distant from the minds of all critics — bar the present one. Kevin Murray did make a couple of one-handed waves at the ball — feeble and perfunctory to the point of embarrassment.
So, it seems, Cork are incapable of playing hurling the Cork way — or, niore likely, they are no longer taught or encouraged to do so. While Offaly continue to win matches because, many years ago, a Corkman, Brother Denis, went amongst them and taught and cajoled generations of their youth to hurl the Cork way. 'Tis a quare ironic twist — and enjoyable if you're from Offaly.
It is not just Brother Denis: when John Ryan first appeared in championship hurling he looked raw and clumsy; last Sunday, his point, and a few lesser deeds, provided evidence that someone had been applying generous measures of polish to him in the interim. Whereas, on.the Cork side, McCarthy and McCormack look as if they've not received a lick of a shammy since the day they were called up. Yet amongst Cork's mentors are men who could make a ball talk and a hurley sing. Curiouser . . .
Perhaps, it is to do with emphasis. Nowadays, every other sentence we hear from coaches, especially concerning forwards, is about the imperative of "getting them to believe in themselves." If that is what Nicholas English and Jimmy Barry Murphy are trying to do, they are promoting the most abominable heresy, and interviews with Senor Torquemada are called for. What the ladeens who ruined the Summer for JBM and English require is to have their wee minds most ruthlessly disassembled, all fads and obsessions and enslavements excised, and awareness of the full range of hurling's skills and splendours engraved — with a blow torch. Generous helpings of legitimate aggression should be installed during this overhaul.
As for details: we know how that Brian Corcoran's mind was on lower things; Pat Ryan as a free-taker was never other than unreliable; a few years ago, Corcoran was being brought up from corner-back to hit the midfield frees, now, when he's positioned 40 yards nearer to them, he's not wanted. And, did it occur to anyone to send him, Corcoran, up amongst the forwards?
Derek Barrett jumped into Sean O' hAilpin and conceded a point; Diarmuid O'Sullivan did likewise with Corcoran; Pat Ryan and Alan Browne collided and injured each other. Bro Denis must have sighed, or scowled.
None of the jennet express material from the late 80s seems to have made the trip online
Also it would be remiss of me not to allude to extraodrinary acts of kindness I have experienced via the Board.Bud wiser,without whom I'd have struggled to be there on that glorious day in 2002, Seafoid a year earlier who sent me a match programme from the 2001 Hurling Final (in which my Los Angeles winning essay was published) and I still don't know his real identity! and the many messages of condolences on account of the death of my mother (3 years ago on Monday week),and every one of which provided much needed comfort at a sad time.
It does make you feel as if you're part of a family
Quote from: T Fearon on November 07, 2014, 06:34:10 PM
Also it would be remiss of me not to allude to extraodrinary acts of kindness I have experienced via the Board.Bud wiser,without whom I'd have struggled to be there on that glorious day in 2002, Seafoid a year earlier who sent me a match programme from the 2001 Hurling Final (in which my Los Angeles winning essay was published) and I still don't know his real identity! and the many messages of condolences on account of the death of my mother (3 years ago on Monday week).
It does make you feel as if you're part of a family
I was thinking about this song regarding the board
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBhGFu84u90
It's a very civilised space
Quote from: T Fearon on November 07, 2014, 04:40:51 PM
Anyone remember Ken Reilly,a Meathman, exiled in the States, posted a lot in the late 90s,usually as high as a kite?
True story, an Armagh man, who should have known better (a retired professional class member) asked me once in the midst of the Tyrone Armagh mania, and I quote "Who is that cnut O'Neill?" ;D ;D ;D
A couple of years ago I got chatting to a fellow who told me he became a member of the board years ago, and a well known one at that, to " cyber do" me. Became good enough friends since.
Joined in 99.
Some of the posters back then that are missing now I think are Sonny, Kerry Mike, Bottlethrower, amallon, turk, the biff to name a few.
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Shane,arguing 5 times a day? Don't be ridiculous,it was at least ten ;D
My first ever liaison with this board and indeed with the internet itself was the day after Crossmaglen won their first All Ireland in 1997.Plans are afoot to mark the 20th anniversary (mine,not Crossmaglen's) in a mere 2 and a half years in an all inclusive manner.
It was all a lot more lighthearted in those days,for long enough I was the sole Northern representative,and the only contemporary still around is Hardy who,due to his advanced years,I have always respectfully deferred to.He is truly deserving of the title "Father of the GAA Board" , a figure analogous to the late Ted Heath or Tony Benn in the British House of Commons.
Bord na Mona man was around before you. You're not Abraham
Not so sure about that. I started reading the board in Autumn '97 in college. It wasn't until the next year on work placement and unhindered access to the internet and no work to do that I started posting.
I remember the old format allowed all sorts of cranks and wind ups to post. There used to be a fella called Fr Bernie Sausagepump who'd machine gun the board with smutty comments. Then there Seamie Bejaysus McDougall who was a bit cracked.
medaspaulmcgrath wound the absolute shite out of the United thread a few years ago... turns out I knew him fairly well. Jesus they were bouncing at the time although he did say some crazy stuff to be fair.
1998 for me, the board was a f**ker to read (from an aesthetics point of view) it's a lot easier now.
Sonny was a classic. I have had drugs for the kids sent to me,free passes to events and I've sent DVD's to American Australia and Tyrone..it's a good place to hang.
I pitched up here in 2007, a refugee from An Fear Rua. The loudhailers at that time were Gnevin and Tankie, mentioned earlier, and there was also Barney from Mayo, later just Barney. All three have disappeared since. I hope they're all ok, even if I did find them a little severe at times.
Barney used to be a great man for the 110% posts. A big game would be coming up, he'd go through the teams, warn a few of our dodgier bucks to pull themselves together, and then go on to say that only 110% commitment to the green above the red would do. 105%? Forget it. 108? You're at nothing. Only 110% commitment could possibly win the day. His heart was in the right place anyway.
As some of the earlier posts have said, this place provides information that you just can't get elsewhere, to get a real flavour of what's going in different counties that you mightn't be that familiar with. And there are also some very shrewd analysts here, such as Indiana, Moysider, and Zulu. One of the best is a man who hardly ever posts now, though I would welcome his return, and that's Ross Matt. I hope he's doing good too, and that the sun shines on his county once more - provided it's not at the expense of my bloody county, of course.
I joined in 2002. I was bored at work and someone sent me an email asking me was I bored at work. It contained a link to the gaaboard and telling me to check it out.
Don't really recall what I looked at first, but it seemed like a good place to me and somewhere where I could kill time.
2004 I think was when I joined.
Truth be told, some of the contacts I've made from the forum have kept me in business with the work I've got from them.
And through that work I've made more contacts with whom I'm still doing work for today.
Also the support I got when my first son was born was fantastic and something I'll never forget.
I've made plenty of enemies ;D but even more friends from here.
That's great LL. You're still a bell-end though.
😉
I'm a newbie compared to ye lads. 2009 I came on here. Two long-term relationships gone since then and them shouting at me for spending too much time on this site , I feel I made the correct decision getting rid of them and posting shite on here.
My earliest memory was probably getting abuse from my club mates for talking shite on the board. Ah well. It was my club mates bailestil and HiMucker who put me in this site's direction.
I've come entrusted to great Gaa friends on here and any problems regarding a Gaa question I would give Drici a text. I text him the time I was peeing beside Tommy Walsh in Kilkenny and the time I umpired a match.
Ziggy you had to wait 12 years to meet me!
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Quote from: T Fearon on November 07, 2014, 04:40:51 PM
Anyone remember Ken Reilly,a Meathman, exiled in the States, posted a lot in the late 90s,usually as high as a kite?
True story, an Armagh man, who should have known better (a retired professional class member) asked me once in the midst of the Tyrone Armagh mania, and I quote "Who is that cnut O'Neill?" ;D ;D ;D
A couple of years ago I got chatting to a fellow who told me he became a member of the board years ago, and a well known one at that, to " cyber do" me. Became good enough friends since.
Cool, a gay-marriage would be a first for the board.
At least I think it would.
Quote from: T Fearon on November 08, 2014, 11:28:41 PM
Ziggy you had to wait 12 years to meet me!
Yeah, I picked the worst possible day to meet you too....
Lol,
I joined in '98. There was Da Gadderin in '99 in Dublin which coincided with my trip home and where I met BordnaMona Man, Deiseach (his sister, whose name escapes me, and another fella from Waaaturrfird whose name also escapes me), Vicki and a few others.
Believe it or not I have been here since Day1, being one of the Gaels who invented the internet in Ireland.
The original Board was set up by Jim Gallagher who had the original www.gaa.ie through his work in DCU.
Quote from: Aerlik on November 09, 2014, 02:12:29 PM
I joined in '98. There was Da Gadderin in '99 in Dublin which coincided with my trip home and where I met BordnaMona Man, Deiseach (his sister, whose name escapes me, and another fella from Waaaturrfird whose name also escapes me), Vicki and a few others.
Ay chance of another such gatherin?
Quote from: Aerlik on November 09, 2014, 02:12:29 PM
I joined in '98. There was Da Gadderin in '99 in Dublin which coincided with my trip home and where I met BordnaMona Man, Deiseach (his sister, whose name escapes me, and another fella from Waaaturrfird whose name also escapes me), Vicki and a few others.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8MyoYZvgjk (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8MyoYZvgjk)
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Quote from: Aerlik on November 09, 2014, 02:12:29 PM
I joined in '98. There was Da Gadderin in '99 in Dublin which coincided with my trip home and where I met BordnaMona Man, Deiseach (his sister, whose name escapes me, and another fella from Waaaturrfird whose name also escapes me), Vicki and a few others.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8MyoYZvgjk (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8MyoYZvgjk)
LOL, I thought you were referring to someone else there for a moment.
Quote from: Aerlik on November 09, 2014, 02:12:29 PM
I joined in '98. There was Da Gadderin in '99 in Dublin which coincided with my trip home and where I met BordnaMona Man, Deiseach (his sister, whose name escapes me, and another fella from Waaaturrfird whose name also escapes me), Vicki and a few others.
Aye, Mick Barry, Larry (Ruaile) Buaile, Jovial Chap, Meath Avenger, Turk and Navan Woman were along as well.
If I recall, there were chaotic scenes when you accused someone of looking at your wummin!
Quote from: Bord na Mona man on November 10, 2014, 01:42:45 PM
Aye, Mick Barry, Larry (Ruaile) Buaile, Jovial Chap, Meath Avenger, Turk and Navan Woman were along as well.
If I recall, there were chaotic scenes when you accused someone of looking at your wummin!
Mick Barry!!! Of course, that was the man. Was Turk the fella with the mullet/longish hair. If I remember right you were working your platinum blond charms in sync with her Aussie accent.
I'm taking it that Aerlik wasn't always Aerlik?
;)
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Quote from: Bord na Mona man on November 10, 2014, 01:42:45 PM
Aye, Mick Barry, Larry (Ruaile) Buaile, Jovial Chap, Meath Avenger, Turk and Navan Woman were along as well.
If I recall, there were chaotic scenes when you accused someone of looking at your wummin!
Mick Barry!!! Of course, that was the man. Was Turk the fella with the mullet/longish hair. If I remember right you were working your platinum blond charms in sync with her Aussie accent.
Turk was the poet
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Quote from: Aerlik on November 10, 2014, 01:58:27 PM
Quote from: Bord na Mona man on November 10, 2014, 01:42:45 PM
Aye, Mick Barry, Larry (Ruaile) Buaile, Jovial Chap, Meath Avenger, Turk and Navan Woman were along as well.
If I recall, there were chaotic scenes when you accused someone of looking at your wummin!
Mick Barry!!! Of course, that was the man. Was Turk the fella with the mullet/longish hair. If I remember right you were working your platinum blond charms in sync with her Aussie accent.
Turk was the poet
He still drops in from time to time.
The Gaaboard historical committee should chase up these old classic posters and bring them back for a one off Christmas special.
Totp :)
Maybe not that long ago (relatively) however the AZ short story mini series was a great thread,
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Maybe not that long ago (relatively) however the AZ short story mini series was a great thread,
Link?
Who was the fella that posted some story about meeting a team (Kerry?) in a hotel in Tipp, and scored and then put up the girl's email address by mistake?
Quote from: muppet on November 10, 2014, 05:19:15 PM
Who was the fella that posted some story about meeting a team (Kerry?) in a hotel in Tipp, and scored and then put up the girl's email address by mistake?
Was it forkinknife?
FAO of O'Neill:
Please re-post your "All-Ireland Four Wall Plastering Championship" piece if you still have it.
Quote from: muppet on November 10, 2014, 05:19:15 PM
Who was the fella that posted some story about meeting a team (Kerry?) in a hotel in Tipp, and scored and then put up the girl's email address by mistake?
that was genius- I'm laughing my arse off in an office thinking of that!
Whatever happened our nail loney ? Last I heard he was working as a postie.
Quote from: laoislad on November 10, 2014, 05:59:16 PM
Quote from: muppet on November 10, 2014, 05:19:15 PM
Who was the fella that posted some story about meeting a team (Kerry?) in a hotel in Tipp, and scored and then put up the girl's email address by mistake?
Was it forkinknife?
That's sounds about right. I'd say he was forkinhole after he met her the next time!
I was doing car parking vigilante duties one night with a colleague who posts here. He reckoned I should visit the site; I joined in time for da gadderin at Banna Strand.
Quote from: stiffler on November 10, 2014, 06:23:46 PM
Whatever happened our nail loney ? Last I heard he was working as a postie.
No he's manager of a well established book-maker in fine Lurgan Town ;). Although (im not certain on this) I believe he has made an appearance on the board since then...just not as nail loney :P
Quote from: stiffler on November 10, 2014, 06:23:46 PM
Whatever happened our nail loney ? Last I heard he was working as a postie.
Still looking for his passport I think.
Ziggysego with 21k posts you are bound to have some good memories of this place. Engage with us.
Quote from: Under Lights on November 11, 2014, 02:28:30 PM
Ziggysego with 21k posts you are bound to have some good memories of this place. Engage with us.
Why did your 666th have to be about me?
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Ziggysego with 21k posts you are bound to have some good memories of this place. Engage with us.
Why did your 666th have to be about me?
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At the time it was hard to imagine Kilkenny winning 8 out of the next ten hurling titles.
Can any of you get in contact with these classic old posters and get a message for them for a Christmas Special.
I also think the initial page of the gaaboard.com needs an updated. Fresh lick of paint.
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Quote from: Under Lights on November 11, 2014, 02:28:30 PM
Ziggysego with 21k posts you are bound to have some good memories of this place. Engage with us.
Why did your 666th have to be about me?
How many suspensions have you handed out in your time as admin Ziggy?
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Quote from: ziggysego on November 11, 2014, 02:34:34 PM
Quote from: Under Lights on November 11, 2014, 02:28:30 PM
Ziggysego with 21k posts you are bound to have some good memories of this place. Engage with us.
Why did your 666th have to be about me?
How many suspensions have you handed out in your time as admin Ziggy?
Suspensions?
Check the missing posters thread. :D
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Quote from: Under Lights on November 11, 2014, 02:28:30 PM
Ziggysego with 21k posts you are bound to have some good memories of this place. Engage with us.
Why did your 666th have to be about me?
How many suspensions have you handed out in your time as admin Ziggy?
Suspensions?
Check the missing posters thread. :D
"The Disappeared"
Joined in 2002. Coincidentally the same time I joined the public sector...
Had a bit of craic with SlimShady round that time before he done a runner.
Funniest threads were Traveller Ladies and Mucksavages.
Quote from: stiffler on November 13, 2014, 05:11:41 PM
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Quote from: Under Lights on November 11, 2014, 02:28:30 PM
Ziggysego with 21k posts you are bound to have some good memories of this place. Engage with us.
Why did your 666th have to be about me?
How many suspensions have you handed out in your time as admin Ziggy?
None, but I received one.
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Quote from: Under Lights on November 11, 2014, 02:28:30 PM
Ziggysego with 21k posts you are bound to have some good memories of this place. Engage with us.
Why did your 666th have to be about me?
How many suspensions have you handed out in your time as admin Ziggy?
None, but I received one.
The classic double bluff!!! Ban yourself so that you can claim you're not a mod!!! Kidding no one ziggy!
I am the real Nail Loney :o
I have lost count of the amount of usernames I have had by now! Earliest memories being the Neighbours thread, and the Mucksavages stuff and carrying on. Remember arguing with pintsofguinness a lot. Full Back was a good poster, I think that was his name.
I am due a new passport in three or four years I think!
Traveller thread was the best by far
2004? Not sure , stayed mainly to the Antrim threads. Have had my account hacked and taken by someone (god only knows why!!) been outted many times (mostly by myself) and even had my photo put up (not a pretty sight). read the board for a couple years before posting, had some craic with Slim Shady (or real slim shady, got confusing) but since we have walloped his team most years he disappeared. No bans yet, thanks Ziggysego.
Budwiser managed to sort me and three friends out with free tickets for the Croke Park league games in hurling and football, great fella.
Think I'm on my 3rd or fourth board change and second name/account
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Ziggysego with 21k posts you are bound to have some good memories of this place. Engage with us.
Why did your 666th have to be about me?
How many suspensions have you handed out in your time as admin Ziggy?
None, but I received one.
Jump in my car and lick your elbow you Nordie bollix!!
Quote from: Don Johnson on November 14, 2014, 05:22:32 PM
I am the real Nail Loney :o
I have lost count of the amount of usernames I have had by now! Earliest memories being the Neighbours thread, and the Mucksavages stuff and carrying on. Remember arguing with pintsofguinness a lot. Full Back was a good poster, I think that was his name.
I am due a new passport in three or four years I think!
I'm the real nail loney
Quote from: illdecide on November 14, 2014, 11:55:57 PM
Quote from: Don Johnson on November 14, 2014, 05:22:32 PM
I am the real Nail Loney :o
I have lost count of the amount of usernames I have had by now! Earliest memories being the Neighbours thread, and the Mucksavages stuff and carrying on. Remember arguing with pintsofguinness a lot. Full Back was a good poster, I think that was his name.
I am due a new passport in three or four years I think!
I'm the real nail loney
Will the real Nail Loney please stand up?