Journey To Croker

Now it’s time to celebrate, ‘cause there’s no more drinking ban, but I think we should take a minute to see where this journey began.

Started off in Glenbeigh; Mary’s we did face, a great opener for us, leaving that one a closed case.

The noisy neighbours next, Glenflesk we did play, Shane Ryan’s stellar finish made sure we put that one away.

Next up a dead rubber; everyone getting a run, although we did lose, all that mattered was the next one.

Laune Rangers was up next, almost a terrible nightmare, but our big players showed up when we needed them there.

Beaufort was the next task, a game every man feared, but thankfully for us, it wasn’t a repeat of last year.

Then we were in the final! Gaeltacht was the game, and John Moynihan showed up once more to put his name in fame.

Out of Kerry now, Kanturk we did play, we struck home early to put that one away.

Na Piarsiagh up next, it was bound to be a thriller, but once again, we performed, Rahilly’s goal being the killer.

Next up was the Wexford side, a close one for sure, but Mark Ryan’s brilliant performance reassured our faith once more.

Then one obstacle in our way; the Tyrone men in store, but the boys believed they could drive it home just once more.

In the Clark we trust, Tim Cronin and Dan too, roaring on from the side-line, Rathmore through and through!

The 3 Ryan’s are on fire, Friel is keeping it tidy at the back, and Chrissy’s superb free taking is a weapon in the attack.

Ken between the sticks, Dan and James solid as two rocks, and twin diving on every boot making sure he gets a block.

Andrew at full back, claiming every ball, Darmody is threatening in attack, and is over 6 foot tall.

John and Bonze are certainly two legends of the club, and Paul working hard to try secure us the Dub.

A lethal bench too, filled with fire power, every man available to come on at any time or any hour.

The boys stuck to their word and fought for every ball, crowning us the champions of Ireland, adding another picture to the wall.

And once that full time whistle went, many Rathmore fan’s tears streamed, thanks to the Clark’s men that, dreamed, baby, dreamed!!!!!