What a feeling. AIB league champions, and even after eight previous titles, we
will never tire of that tingling feeling of success.
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I have repeatedly referred to our opening game against Blackrock and the
difficult journey that lay ahead of us back then, and not the one immediately
after the match. It was a big dent in confidence that needed to be rectified if
our very survival in the top eight could be secured. But that's what makes
The pitch may be newly laid, the surrounding edifices may have changed beyond
recognition since our first appearance as tenants in Thomond Park, but the
constant ethos and theme that runs through any Shannon team of any era remained
the same. The ghosts of Shannon players past may well have been urging and
guiding the present hero's, they may well have even been standing shoulder to
shoulder with them on the hallowed ground, but there's one thing that we can't
doubt and that's the fact that anyone who represents our club does so in the
knowledge that their presence is merely transitional and their jersey is only
in their care for the period they are in possession.
Inspiration for such performances comes from many sources. Personal desires,
collective goals, fear of failure, a desire to justify your jersey to your
teammates and those that went before, a yearning to become part of history.
Each as valid a reason as the next, but amongst all those sources of
inspiration last Saturday, was the common theme of one man. He wasn't mentioned
too often in the build up. Emotionally it may have been overpowering,
especially for one of our players, but he was there, a constant presence in the
mindset, not only of players, but everyone in the club. The memory of Frankie
O'Flynn will live with Shannon RFC forever, but that memory will never be
evoked with such emotion as it was when his grandson Ritchie Mullane collected
our first cup with Fiach since his passing last November.
This AIB All Ireland League win was without doubt in memory of Frankie. Geoff
made a promise to Violet prior to the semi final that his team would win
it the title for Frankie, and justification of that promise came last
Saturday.
Now, amongst all our euphoria we won't lose sight of the fact that the game was
actually a draw after such an epic encounter. Clontarf were magnificent
throughout the game and both teams contributed to what is now widely regarded
as the best final ever. How would we have felt if the roles were reversed?
Devastated no doubt and its of little consolation to the superb Clontarf that
their efforts were no less than our own. Nevertheless whatever develops in the
future regarding separation of sides, competition rules were
implemented last Saturday and fortunately for us, Dunny's first try
clinched our ninth title.
The Clontarf management, players and officials were magnanimous to a fault and
it will be a pleasure to meet them again twice next season.
How did it feel to walk the short distance from the East Stand to our clubhouse
at around 7.pm Saturday evening with the Cup firmly in Fiach's grasp?
Well, of all our final victories, this homecoming was without doubt the
sweetest. It wasn't an 11 or
Even at that stage the players bodies were beginning to ache from the extreme
exertions, especially in those nail biting 20 minutes of extra time. Stephen
Kelly played for a lengthy period with what has now been confirmed as a
broken hand, Frankie Mc's calves were screaming at him to give up and Dave
Quinlan may never put in as many tackles in such a short space of time. But
it was the collective effort of everyone as the red and blue wave of attacks
came thick and fast. NO PENALTIES , NO PENALTIES was the mantra from all over
and in such tense circumstances, for no player to test the patience of the
excellent Alain Rolland was worthy of the trophy alone.
It was a day of club tradition, family tradition and a day of the next
generation. There's something of a baby boom around the club at the moment. Kevin
Griffin proudly held his son Kevin Junior afterwards, while Ger
Mullally had the grasp of his grandson, 3 month old Darragh.
Chairman Jack Keane's young Grandson Mike proudly wearing his
Shannon Jersey and the plethora of other tiny tots in the black and blue.
Nepotism isn't something I do often, but if Mr Thornley of The Times can
acknowledge my own two week old baby Colin, than so can I who was there
decked in the
What a day, what a team, what a club.
The traditional visit of the team and trophy to the Alan Oakley day was
first of several stops on the Sunday celebration trail. Once again the annual
underage wrap up was bathed in glorious sunshine which obviously further
enhances a great day for players and family. Great credit must go to the
underage committee for smooth running of events which now in its 11th year
almost runs itself.
The announcement of a couple of potential new
Tadgh Crowe informs us that there are still a few tickets for Munster's
Magners league coronation game this Friday against the Ospreys are still
available.
The AGM takes place next Tuesday evening in the club house so next week's notes
will conclude another memorable season.