Monthly Archives: April 2015
Soon there will be a generation of hurlers and camogs going through their careers that won’t remember the bare headed player. Hard to believe but it's true.
In both games of course up until relatively recent times, helmets were unknown. Players regularly got split open playing the game which added to its allure for men and women alike.
It wasn’t until 1967 when the helmet made its debut. A lad by the name of Micheal Murphy came on as a second half sub for UCC in a Cork County Final wearing a motorcycle helmet prompting a few raised eyebrows amongst the 12,500 souls watching the game. Murphy had sustained a fractured skull and, wanting to play in the match, had the ingenious idea to wear a helmet for protection. Nothing wrong with that we can say through the mists of time.
At the second time of asking in 1968 UCC’s motion to the Cork County Convention led to the matter being considered at the National Congress. From then onwards, players’ hea
Posted: April 17, 2015|
How much attention do you pay to your choice of football socks? How many times have you heard it in the changing room. 'Anyone got a spare pair of socks?'
Al Pacino said it’s a game of inches. But given how important they are, it’s a game of feet too. So, if the sock fits….
Famed American basketball coach, John Wooden was known for his attention to detail in coaching. The first thing he did with a new cohort of players at UCLA basketball was to show them how to put on their socks and shoes. His reasoning was defined by a simple logic.
He considered socks, and how they were worn, the first building block in his team’s success. With all the quick-stop turning, changes of direction, changes of pace on the hardwood floor you have in basketball, this would cause blisters if the socks weren’t put on properly or had wrinkles. Likewise if players’ shoes weren’t properly fitting or laced up correctly. Fail to prepare. . . It
Posted: April 01, 2015
It’s official. Gaelic football passed away last Saturday night in Croke Park, after a long slow illness.
“My North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.”
Or did it? A few weeks is a long time in a football. On St Patrick’s Day Corofin were being hailed as the future of the game with the sharp crisp kick passing, their midfield dominance and their fluid movement. Less remarked upon was the bus they parked when the game was to be closed out. But anyway they were good, damn good.
Then Dublin played Derry. And the world stopped turning.
Our GAA pundits tend to have a selective memory. What was described as an effective and well organised gameplan when Tyrone used it in Croke Park was lambasted when Derry followed the same approach. When a respected Derry c