Stuey Byrne achieves legendary status
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All the hurt, all the names,
All the stress of recent games,
All the poison, all the bile
Spewed out by the rank and file.
Accusations that we’d cheated,
Though we knew we’d been mistreated
All came out in one big rush,
Making poor old Tony blush.
And in one impromptu burst,
Off the cuff and unrehearsed,
Stuey Byrne received the nod
And became a Shelbourne God.
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