USFC Final Antrim v Tyrone Clones 19th July

Started by milltown row, June 27, 2009, 09:09:54 PM

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saffron sam2

"Theres a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air
The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there's drunkards everywhere
At Skerry Rock the fox is out and begod he's chasing the hounds
And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground"

the breathing of the vanished lies in acres round my feet

Gabriel_Hurl

Tyrone by 18 points  :D ;)

actually - I'll take a 1 point win

ONeill

Ye gods assist my poor wearied notion,
Ye inspired muses lend me your hand
To help my endeavours both night and morning,
To sing the praises of this lovely land.
Well situated in the north of Ireland,
Being all in the county of sweet Tyrone,
All along the banks of famed Loch Neagh
Is the ancient fabric called Old Ardboe.

Oh stand awhile and view this arbour
Where purling streams roll to and fro,
Where fishes sporting both night and morning
Yield of their bounty to Old Ardboe.
No serpent lurks in its hallowed waters,
No odours poisoned infest their breeze,
But peace and plenty for sons and daughters
Abound around you, Old Ardboe.

I have travelled France and I've travelled Flanders,
And all the lands along the Rhine,
But in all my raking and undertaking
Ardboe, your equal I ne'er could find.
My course I've taken to the Indian Ocean,
To the shores of Caanan and Galilee,
But in all my raking and undertaking
Ardboe, your equal I ne'er could see.
I wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

saffron sam2

That's crap ONeill - you should have quit with Renardine.

Did the boy who wrote the Ardboe song also write the "Green Glens of Antrim"?
the breathing of the vanished lies in acres round my feet

Fear ón Srath Bán

"The Antrim man's Friend"
When things go wrong and will not come right,
Though you do the best you can,
When life looks black as the hour of night -
A pint of plain is your only man.

When money's tight and hard to get
And your horse has also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt -
A pint of plain is your only man.

When health is bad and your heart feels strange,
And your face is pale and wan,
When doctors say you need a change,
A pint of plain is your only man.

When food is scarce and your larder bare
And no rashers grease your pan,
When hunger grows as your meals are rare -
A pint of plain is your only man.

In time of trouble and lousey strife,
You have still got a darlint plan
You still can turn to a brighter life -
A pint of plain is your only man.
by Flann O'Brien (Brian O'Nolan)
Carlsberg don't do Gombeenocracies, but by jaysus if they did...

milltown row

Just finished reading all the pages, have been away for a week down in the Glens.

Starting to believe that we will put up a seriouis fight. This game could be a draw. At this stage no team will win their games by more than 8 points.

Should Antrim be within 3 points by the 65 minute we could steal it with a McCann goal and a Hands 72 minute free from 55 yards out

stiffler

Oh Antrim, dear Antrim, of heather hill and glen,
In all my dreams, you're sweet voice seems
To call me home again.
For though I've been, a wandering boy my thoughts forever stray
To lovely Aghagallon on, the shorelands of Lough Neagh.

'Twas pleasant in the Summer time,
To walk along the shore,
From Gawleys Gate, to Derryclone, through friendly Derrymore
Or watch an evening home bound fleet, sailing across the bay,
To lovely Aghagallon on the shorelands of Lough Neagh.

Oh Antrim, dear Antrim, of heather hill and glen,
In all my dreams, you're sweet voice seems
To call me home again.
For though I've been, a wandering boy my thoughts forever stray
To lovely Aghagallon on, the shorelands of Lough Neagh.

Oft' stood I on, young Island hill, to view the scene around,
Dear Derryhirk, and Ballycairn, and distant Brankinstown.
And Whitehall Corner where we stray, along the Cranagh Way,
To Lovely Aghagallon by, the shorelands of Lough Neagh.
GAABoard Fantasy Cheltenham Competition- Most winners 2009

ONeill

I wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

laoisgaa

Excellent camera work - if hell equals Belfast who would have thought heaven would be Clones!!!!


ONeill

I wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

Fear ón Srath Bán

Carlsberg don't do Gombeenocracies, but by jaysus if they did...


Fear ón Srath Bán

Quote from: hardstation on July 17, 2009, 11:18:15 PM
Is 'The Market' not in Antrim?

I'll help you out there lads, The Markets are most definitely in Antrim.
Carlsberg don't do Gombeenocracies, but by jaysus if they did...

milltown row

aye it is but  they always stayed in their cousins house in the strand.