A Poem for Killoe

The Men in the White & the Green

In the month of October

We were perfectly sober

As the light slowly gave way to the dark

Now it’s November

And still I remember

That fine Autumn day in Pearse Park

Ah yes I recall

Every kick of the ball

And how it all came to be

That the Connolly Cup

Was lifted up

By the men in the white and the green

With my brothers beside me

And a passion inside me

There’s something I need to declare

The depth of the pride

In a victorious side

Is a feeling one cannot compare

In the replayed game

The result was the same

Two teams bordering on the sublime

What was so nearly grief

Became ultimate relief

As we headed for extra time

Another slow start

Was bad for the heart

Everyone on the edge of their seat

Watching your dreams

Come apart at the seams

I’ll tell you is no easy feat

But Killoe dug their feet in

Refused to be beaten

Excelled in defence and attack

With score after score

We came to the fore

For Slashers there was no coming back

When the referee blew

That was the cue

For the celebrations to begin

The crowd they roared out

With a deafening shout

Pride bursting out from within

And then he stood up

And lifted the cup

The inspirational captain Joe Mc

It’s all about the crest

Displayed on your chest

And not the number on your back

The bridge they did pass

When they reached Carriglass
Bringing home the Sean Connolly Cup

Amongst the songs and the cheers

People raised whiskeys and beers

To the team that never gave up

It seems the Killoe man

Is a passionate fan

Wearing his heart on his sleeve

We’re the pride of the land

And as it says in the stand

All you’ve got to do is ‘BELIEVE’

As the records keep breaking

Other teams will be shaking

At the thoughts of facing our team

The boys from Killoe

The ultimate foe

The men in the white and the green