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Junior B, Castlecomer (2026)

06/06/2017

Best of luck to all the leaving cert and junior cert students tomorrow....... remember, there's more to life and all you can do is your best.....

30/04/2017

First round and first glimpse of us finding any kind of decent performance this year.
After three earlier games where we were beyond septic, we finally looked like we know how to hold the hurl again. The result may have gone against us, but we know that we could have actually won it. And the bridge know it too - we wanted a few more minutes and they wanted the final whistle!
A host of changes were made, mainly due to drinking sessions, christenings, weddings and laziness, but we'd gladly pick the same team again after our best performance of the year. With only 15 to pick from, we just picked the jerseys blindfolded and it worked out fairly well for us! Making his 2017 junior B debut, Peadar Boran (MOTM1) got lucky and picked up the number 14 jersey and we knew things were looking up! The team was easy pick to be honest and Joe Meagher was put forward as captain for the championship as the most consistent and reliable of our panel..... Plus he's the only one of us with middling good Irish and a cushy job!!!
With the kind permission of referee Eamon Larkin and the Bennetsbridge lads, we observed a minutes silence before we got underway.
Straight out of the blocks young Adam Brennan (Bance) (MOTM2) fed the ball out to me and I tapped it over from 87.5 yards to give us the best possible start. Another good attack led to a 70 and when Wally lobbed her in, a good old shamozzle ensued and the ball ended up in the net. Could have been Latchy, peadar or big red, but it was Erin's own and that's what counts....
Bance and Rocky were dominating the midfield and points were being knocked over. Two crackers from Farlo extended our lead and the full backs, Smythy, Mully and grandpa Joe, were holding well at the other end. Tucker was back and moving well at left half, even though he was wearing more strapping than a bo***ge fanatic!! With coolness personified, Johnny Cal back on the other wing and wally at #6, we were comfy there there too.
Meself, Fenners and Farlo were winning everything and Peadar was lording it on the edge of the square, showing for ball, playing smart lay offs, demonstrating gravity defying catches and of course showing a great attitude. The walsh twins ( well, not really) were busy as ever and taking their lead from peadar, we're giving the corner backs the run around.
We were up by 1-06 to 0-04 as the half drew to a close, but the bridge managed to sucker us with two poxy bastards of goals, one of them from forty f**kin' yards out!! Jaysus it knocked the sh*te out of us! So after a minor add on, we finished 2-05 to 1-07 down at half time.
Farlo was unyoked, as was tucker, but with no subs they had to soldier on. The bridge lads came out all guns blazing and totted up a nice score before we got our mojo back and we got to within 4 points of them compliments of a superb free from peadar and minor scores from Bance, meself and Fenners .... But we ran out of time and we headed back to the dressing room sore and a bit pi**ed off- not from the result, but that we had to fork out €40 to the ref!!! To be fair, he was bang on yesterday and could have been tougher on Wally a few times, so we're grateful for that Eamon, thanks !!
Final score in Ballycomey:
Erin's Own 2-09 2-14 Bennetsbridge
So back to the training field for a few tweaks and minor (major) fitness issues.... Out again on May 13th against Conahy. Woo hoo! That'll be a good one.
Club wise, well done to our seniors last weekend and well done to our PRO for the great job being done, especially with the new supporters group. We'd also like to have it noted that we closed the gate last night!!
Til next time, stay classy Super Juniors....

As a group, the Junior Bs extend their deepest sympathies to our team mate Larry Carroll and to all the Walsh family.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam.....

23/03/2017

Best of luck to our former Carlsberg full forward on his wedding tomorrow...... Best of luck from all the lads Michael.

21/03/2017

There are loads of different phrases you'll hear in relation to games played, like........"F**k, that was some game" ...... ..."Jaysus, the lads were sh*te today"..... ..."The fu**in' ref bulled us".....
or, the one most appropriate for our last outing.... "F**k me, we got our holes opened with them Clara lads!!!!"
From the f**kin' throw in, it was septic! Even before the f**kin' throw in!! As I sent out texts begging lads to throw off the duvet and come down to the field, we could tell it was going to be backs-to-the-wall stuff. We scraped up the 15 to fill the team sheet (and they'll all start again when recovered) and our 60 year old corner forward gave a rousing pre-match speech to get lads going. (Granted none of us were listening really, but they're usually top drawer!!) We once again pulled on our 15 year old football jerseys and raced out onto the immaculate surface of Ballycomeys top pitch (great work by Sean Smith, Richie & Mikey- they should all get a raise!), burning all our energy as we did so.
As the game got underway, it was clear that there was a gulf in the ages of the teams! The Clara lads oldest player was 24 and our spine was 40, 41, 43, 40 and 43, with a pensioner in corner forward and a 47 year old in corner back!! Sure Jaysus, we thought we'd have to send for the defibrillator after 5 minutes!! Then poor auld Mully ripped the groin to pieces as he took off in a sprint from the city end of the field and we were down to 14! A re-jig took place and the Bun headed into full back and I switched from full forward to centre back. Within seconds I could see why the Bun opted for the edge of the box, as this Clara number 11 called Paddy turned out to be a grandson of fu**ing Shergar!! Lord God almighty, I was seeing flashes of a Carrigan Bros jersey flying past me for sport!! I asked Paddy Bowden (the sound enough ref to be fair) to maybe only let the Clara lads take two steps with the ball and let us take as many as we needed, but he wasn't having it. Half time came with our 14 weary troops trailing by a sh****ng cricket score!
The pensioner hadn't the breath to give another team talk at half time, so Mully did the honours and then the poor auld divil had to come back on (with a bag of frozen peas in his togs) to make up the 15 required to start the 2nd half!! He rambled in at full forward and off we went again. Meself and the Bun switched from #3 to #6 and vice versa and begod it proved successful. With Farlo and Karl Brennan after getting the second wind, we began to play a bit. Fogarty was going like fast Eddie in at 15, while the Latchy was giving everything in the other corner. The other Rocky was lording it at 11 for us and Rian and newcomer Kieran Kirwan were starting to dominate on the '50....
Runners and Oz were like Tommy & JJ (well....) and big red, meself and Joey Meagher were clearing everything that came in. In the sticks, Martin Owens had rediscovered a little composure and had stopped frothing at the mouth! There was one little incident with the full back slipping, 'accidentally ' letting the hurl fly out of his grip and the clatter of it of the big lads spine was enough to put him off and stop goal number 7 from going in!!! Ah, he took it well enough!! He seemed a sound fella. I think they call him 'the Branch'... At the other end, our half crippled Mully plucked a long delivery from the horrible grey sky and unleashed a one handed belter to the roof of the Clara net and for a moment we thought we were back in it. Sadly that was probably in the 59 th minute and time was against us (we're really a 70 minute outfit ya know.....) There was only time for a few more long range efforts from Clara and then Paddy Bowden called an end to proceedings, ending hopes of a historic comeback!
To put it mildly, we were thrashed, but by a deserving Clara outfit, which featured 7 or 8 of last years minors and a whack of regraded juniors. They have my bet to win out that league now as they're going about it the right way. Best of luck to them.
Final score.... Unmentionable !!!
The team:
Murt Owens, Big Red, Mully (5min), Joey, Oz, Bun, Runners, Farlo, Karlo, Rian, Rocky, Tipp Kirwan, Latchy (C), Rocky, M Fogarty.
Subs, nobody for Mully (5 min),
Mully for nobody (30 min)

A quick word of thanks to Dr Neary in the local practice here in Castlecomer and to the brilliant staff in st Luke's hospital - the guy at check in, the radiologist and the lady from Callan in the minor injuries department, (with a brother who farms and does contracting....) who patched me up, ye were all fantastic. (See ye in two weeks for the auld check up!!)
Training Wednesday night now, followed by a challenge match on Sunday. Meself and Mully will sit those out and take notes! Again, it can only get better!!
Stay Classy, Super Juniors!!

12/03/2017

Ah bejaysus, we're back for another season of Junior B hurling....... No doubt it'll feature unbelievable highs and incredible lows, mind boggling talent and examples of utter sh*te, home matches of a saturday evening in balmy sunshine and away games in far-flung villages on Sunday mornings in the pi**es of rain, but shur, bring it on. It'll be mighty craic again once we just ignore all official guidelines and continue on the journey of staying classy!!
We were bitterly disappointed not to have been invited to attend congress this year, so we decided to have our own one in Dillons - The 2017 Super Junior Congress- and from it we launched the brand new Junior B players association, the SCPA (Stay Classy Players Association) which will do absolutely f**k all, but it sounds good.
One of our former captains proposed that we start travelling farther north than Laois for challenge matches, as he believes a United Ireland is inevitable in the wake of Brexit and pointed out that there's some good third teams (quote....) "Up There....." He's now been told to train with the seniors! The farthest north we'll head is Coppers!!
Despite doing f**k all serious pre-season so far, we took on Threecastles last Sunday in epic Junior B conditions- no nets, no balls, no team, old jerseys and a monsoon lashing us as we plodded around a fu**in' paddy field of a pitch. Shur it was a good run-out for early March, though it is worth noting that our three best players were actually from Threecastles!! The Bear is well able to hurl boy!! 'Twas a good job we had Pringles and wine gums in the goals with us, as we could nibble away while the ball was stuck in a foot of sh*te down at the soccer end! To crown it then, the fu**in showers wouldn't work, but we'll take positives from the challenge and keep telling ourselves that it can only get better!
The management team got together during the week and pooling our incredible contact lists, we are delighted to announce that Supermacs Kilkenny will continue their sponsorship of the team, especially on Saturday nights at about 3am, we also brought on board a former Mayo manager who will keep the group aware of the importance of togetherness, a sports psychologist who is an expert on PMA (in every aspect of life), a dietitian who is a huge advocate for full-fat milk and dairy products (he also works for Glanbia) and another lad who works for Diageo (well, it's clear what he brings to the table!!)
The group pooled together to get a "best of luck" card and a few vouchers for our new Committee...... They have a big challenge ahead of them. We'd like to take this opportunity to thank them for their assurance of unwavering support in all our endeavours during the season and the fact that we've been given the green light to sign new players shows that they're behind us..... (We'd like to say 100%, but that might be pushing it!!!)
We'd also like to point out that we lost the card and cashed in the vouchers for beer!! It's the thought that counts they say.....
Shur that'll do for now- the spuds are boiling here and the dogs are trying to eat the fu**in couch again- we're out next Sunday against Clara, who no doubt had the foresight to regrade half the parish, so we'll be up against it to be fair. We're in negotiations with Joe Coogans people with a view to return and we've just signed a former Tipp minor ( though that could be miner...., but we'll give him a shot...) so hopefully we can give a good account of ourselves.
Training Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday this week, nothing too heavy on match week! Wednesday is a bleep test ( for bad language) and on Thursday the dietitian will be handing out the meal roster......
Shur all going well, we'll be on next week, in the meanwhile...........Stay Classy, Super Juniors......

31/01/2017

New season, new beginnings..... WTF is this stuff for??? 🤔

10/01/2017

New level of craic this season lads.....
But we'll stay classy all the same!!!

08/11/2016

Pre season carbs with two super fit forwards!!

24/10/2016

It was just gone 1pm when Owen Kenny launched the sliothars in the direction of the four pumped up midfielders, with both John Dowd and James Rothwell especially eager to get the first possession at the start of yesterday's Minor B final.
It was frantic from the off but 'Comer took advantage of the early exchanges and got off the mark with an acrobatic point from Ross Connolly. A few minutes later, Connolly again showed his brilliant ability with a stunning score from a very acute angle.
As Clara began to get more involved, they tapped over a free, then one from play, but all the while Sean Buggy was keeping the scoreboard ticking over in Erin's Owns favour, calmly slotting two frees. The Clara men added another from play and then a 65, before an outstanding goal from Buggy lifted the contest to a whole new level. Clara again popped over a minor score before Sean Buggy again coolly slotted another free to leave the game nicely poised at 1-05 to 0-05 in favour of the men in blue.
The second half saw both sides up their games and it became a battle royal, when Clara bagged an opportunist goal. Their goal followed a free from Sean Buggy and a humdinger of a point from the immensely talented Jack Buggy. Connolly knocked over his third of the day and I thought we had come through the worst of it, but a second goal from the Clara lads reenergised the lads in maroon and it was hell for leather after that. Richie Brennan earned the Man of the Match award by being in inspired form in the goal and his coolness kept 'Comer in the game at times. The ferocious blocking and tackling at midfield from Rothwell and Dowd, brilliant defending from Ian Holohan, captain Joe Phelan (aka the plunger), Adam Brennan, Eoin O'Rourke, James Brennan Cloney and the sublime Chris Korff helped to settle a few of our nerves in the old stand. With Jack brilliantly nailing his second point, his cousin Sean banging over two frees and Connolly adding his fourth we had managed to stay marginally ahead and to be honest, my nerves were shot at that stage!! The work rate of Declan Buggy, Dan Coogan, Big Sean, Cathal Holland after his introduction, Sean Buggy, Ross and Jack, had ran the Clara defenders ragged and when Big Sean bagged our second goal their powerful work and that of the whole team was rewarded.
No rattle between ourselves and Clara would be complete without a minor dust up and it duly kicked off right in front of us with just minutes to go. 'Twas a right good one, 28 players all helped out and it was the farthest out the field that Bance came all day!!!
As the lads ran out deserved winners on a scoreline on Erin's Own 2-13 Clara 2-08 the celebrations began, tears of joy, relief and sheer pride flowed freely and we joined our sons, their team mates, mentors, parents and grandparents, friends, neighbours, two dogs and a cat and together as proud Castlecomer people, proud Erin's Own people, we celebrated together, united by what these brilliant young men had achieved.
There were 16 men that were involved in the field yesterday, but no county final is ever won by just those who played on the day. Sure, we collected the shield yesterday, (which by the way is very hard to drink out of.....) but the county final was won at every training session, every league match, every team meeting, at the gable end of every house. It was won by not only the 16 lads who played yesterday, but by the entire group. Conor Normoyle, James Buggy, Liam Holland, Nicky Connolly, Billy o'Neill, Jamie o'Shea, Conor McMahon, Kealan Ring, Conor Clarke and Killian Hogan. By their mentors Gordon Byrne, Michael Moran, Sean Meally, Nicky and Sean Mcmahon....
A Minor league and Championship double in our club this year is thanks you all. Brilliantly deserved and brilliantly achieved.
As a proud parent and a proud Erin's Own man, thanks lads.

17/07/2016

I'm un-yoked.... Broke up..... Gunner peeled me..... I've bags of frozen peas, french beans
and a tea-towel full of ice cubes carefully positioned on the tender parts of the body.... I'm sore as f**k!!!....
It must be two years since I had to start a game, but with weddings and funerals, minors and seniors in bubble wrap and a few lads on the p**s, meself and the chairman ( with a combined age of 80 odd) put the club ahead of our personal safety and lined out at full forward and full back for an absolute classic derby against Conahy Shamrocks.
When I woke up this morning it took nearly twenty minutes to sit up in the bed, a half hour to get the jeans on and another forty minutes to put weight on the right foot...... I nearly missed first mass!! Thank God it's mild today, cos socks are a no-go. The right spawg looks like I spilled a blackberry smoothy on it! It's in tatters!! The f**kin toes are goin in three different directions and I fear my intermediate football career could be over!!! Hard to take...
But the main thing is lads...... That we won. Barely, mind. Twas as close a game as was had between us since Martin Nolan, Kenny Dooley and James Lawless were at it for the Shamrocks.
We started the evening with a photo shoot for Aoibeanns Pink Tie and all our lads and ref Eamon Larkin proudly wore pink wrist bands to raise for childhood cancer. We all shook hands and the we got down to business.
Early exchanges saw Conahy create more chances than ourselves, but maybe not convert them. While at the other end Gunner was all over me. Like an ugly girlfriend that ya can't get rid of, he followed be everywhere (not that I ventured too far from the square) pulled out of me and stopped me from enjoying the freedom that I'd prefer!! Hats off to him - A proper full back! With Dillon, big red and other Rocky beginning to get on top, we got a foothold in proceedings and when Beano came on for the broke up Noely McGregor (Callinan) we started to dominate. The full back line of the chairman flanked by the evergreen Joe Meagher and Championship debutant Cathal Murphy were doing savage work keeping Conahys forwards relatively quiet. To be fair, the visitors full forward Declan Buggy is actually 5 years older than his two corner forwards ages combined!! Makes me feel young..... Anything that did squeeze through was handled with typical coolness by the Cheesy - one umpire said he was humming Oasis songs all through the first half, such was his calmness with Murt Owens in front of him! On the half line, David Moran was giving an exhibition and the Plazas own Jimmy Comerford was like Tommy Walsh in flashes. On the other side, Michael Farrell (aka Farlo) was introducing himself to Tom Shea and fair play to Tom, he was delighted to meet him!! Twas a right auld Junior B battle.
Captain fantastic, Rian Holden began to rediscover his form of last year, picking off scores from frees (granted frees were scarce enough!!) and from play. Latchy and Ozzy (no, o'Neill, not Owens) were buzzing around and we were happy heading in at half time three points ahead.
With the toes broke and the previous day's wedding taking serious toll on me, the young lad replaced me for the second period. Noely had taken over managerial duties and was revelling in the role. I think my position is under threat! We switched a few things around (plan B we call it) and James (the third Rocky) went to midfield alongside Brian Dillon and it worked out fairly well. Ozzy and Latchy really started to take the initiative and we were still holding it together fairly well at the far end too. A few controversial umpire calls led to heated exchanges and frayed nerves but we still felt we could see it out. Noely reintroduced himself to the field at full forward and despite nursing a broken hand, cracked ribs and a hoor of a hangover, he did more in those 15 minutes than I had in the first half.
After the Lark got peeled, I returned to the action at wing back and bejaysus I'd forgotten how much running you've to do there!! Maybe it was the throbs of pain rising from the blood filled boot, or maybe the wedding again, but I was never as glad to hear the final whistle.
We had held on for a one point win and at least we can head into a first round on the back of a change in recent fortune.
Final score; something like 1-16 to 2-12.....
It's hard to single out lads for praise so I'll just say that we voted in Dillons afterwards for a MOTM award and the chairman got the nod. For him to last 60 plus minutes of hectic championship action at his age and without breaking a hurl was some achievement!!
Huge thanks to the Conahy lads for a great game and as is tradition with our recent encounters most joined us for the few pints and ice packs in Dillons afterwards.....
Team in full:
Conor o Dwyer, Cathal Murphy, Murt Owens, Joe Meagher, Jimmy Comerford, David Moran, Michael Farrell, Brian Dillon, Noely Callinan, Eoin Rothwell, Martin Walsh, Rian Holden (C), Eoin Walsh, Mark Rothwell, David o Neill. Subs: Ian Holohan, James Rothwell
Unused (and uninterested) Sub: Michael Daly.

So......we're back in business. Next weekend we take on Delorentos in Ballycomey on Saturday.....(tickets still available)
Til next time..... Stay classy, Super Juniors.....

16/07/2016

Doing our bit for Aoibheanns pink tie this evening. We were delighted to wear the pink wristbands for a great cause.
Huge thanks to Conahy Shamrocks lads and referee Eamon Larkin for their support.

15/07/2016

Waking up too many mornings nowadays to news of some cowardly act of terrorism! We are saddened by last nights brutal attack on our European neighbours, France.
On Saturday we play closer neighbours Conahy Shamrocks in the championship and along with wearing pink bands for childhood cancer awareness, we are also going ask every member present from both clubs shake hands in a display of friendship.
Then like real men, we'll probably take lumps out of each other for an hour and shake hands again....
Throw in is at 7.30. Everyone welcome to join our mass hand shake beforehand.....

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