Away Win
¶ 1
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Up in Dublin on family stuff
Football related oddly enough
A Crumlin pitch behind the school hall
A glorious day for a game of ball
¶ 2
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An old man next to me on the line
Starts chatting in the warm sunshine
He talked of each Crumlin player by name
Guiding them through every pass of the game
¶ 3
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He had gone to school here way back when
A pitch just for Gaelic, no grass on it then
The surface now was carpet like though
With Irelands best amateur players on show
¶ 4
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“How are Cork FORAS doing?” he said
“Up until last night the table we led”
He loved to see local players come through
I point out the five ex City on view
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I was only too happy to talk of my team
And our first division title dream
And then he mentions without a care
“My Thomas is the manager down there.”
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