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It is a story countless Galwegians are familiar with. You meet a person from outside the county or outside Ireland, and they tell you how they came here on a holiday, to study, or perhaps were just passing through, never intending to stay more than a few months, 12 at the most. Years later, they are still here, and regard the city as their home as much as any born and bred Galwegian.
As a meticulous planner who maps out my summer so as there is no collision between family events, birthdays, nights out, holidays, etc, and football matches I was shocked to hear that the first round of the Mayo club championship was put back a week, 11 days before it was due to take place.
When I woke last Sunday morning at 6.30am to find an inch of frozen snow covering the entire landscape around Charlestown I immediately thought there was no way I could travel to Killarney in these conditions, but I had to as I had the radio equipment in the boot of my car and without it no live broadcast of the much anticipated game could take place.
In what was a battle of black and blue in Killarney, Mayo started their national league campaign by showing their respect for Kerry by forming a guard of honor for the All Ireland champions when they entered the field.
A record forty-five players took to the greens at Balla Golf Club for this year’s David Barrett Perpetual Trophy competition.
The Galway hurlers head to Tullamore (4pm) on Sunday to take on Kilkenny in the Leinster semi-final.
St James were too strong, too organised, and had too much guile for a very disappointing Cortoon Shamrocks outfit last weekend at Tuam Stadium.
There was plenty of golf action around the county last weekend, including a hole-in-one recorded by Sam Gillivan in Westport.
The first Mayo man I met early on Monday morning in the staff room just nodded at me. Smiled a sheepish, bashful smile, shrugged his shoulders, looked a tad embarrassed and said nothing. And he was right. Because, unfortunately, there was nothing to say.
The first Mayo man I met early on Monday morning in the staff room just nodded at me. Smiled a sheepish, bashful smile, shrugged his shoulders, looked a tad embarrassed, and said nothing. And he was right. Because, unfortunately, there was nothing to say.