You 'feels' you lose

KERSPLAT! · 08-09-2013 10:08pm

Thats a sad one

Dickerty · 09-09-2013 8:14pm

A short one, but the look on the kids face...

Blair · 14-09-2013 1:40pm

Dickerty wrote: »

A short one, but the look on the kids face...

Well feck that one got me

chavezychavez · 16-09-2013 10:22am

Hmmmm, this clip probably is best placed in this thread.

Hersheys · 16-09-2013 12:30pm

Dickerty wrote: »

A short one, but the look on the kids face...

Lost. Lost bad.

razorblunt · 16-09-2013 10:25pm

farmchoice · 20-09-2013 2:16pm

an open letter to the mayo team, this was publised in a mayo paper this week.

What we are living a lifetime for"

Dear lads

Here we go again. Another September and we rest our dream on your young shoulders. It's a lot for you to carry on All-Ireland Final day. But if we can't trust you, where else can we turn. We're squeezing the ticket of a lifelong journey into your safe hands for you to get us a travel pass so as we can live a dream.

Who are we? We're the woman serving the meal at a wedding in the Castlecourt. We're the kid playing in the schoolyard. We're the girls on the B shift in Baxter. The exiles in London or Long Island. The five Ballinrobe lads who took off one morning for Australia.

The patient in hospital wearing her Mayo neckband. We're the mother who worries daily about the price of the school books or the uniform. We're the fly by nights, the chancers, the sleeveens, and the all right sort of an 'auld character'.

We're the singletons, the married, the divorced, the widowers and the widowed. We're the dreamers and believers and the legends of the road. We're Mayo.

You're the gift we inherited when dad brought us to see you play. It's the Sunday of childhood that has become every day or our life since. From high infants you were there.

We were Morley and Prendergast in sixth class. In secondary school you were with us too. Tickeen and Joeeen. We were you wearing our Mayo socks in Presentation College Headford. No replica jerseys then. It was years later we proudly adorned ourselves in Larry's (McEllin) famous shirt.

You were there playing gooseberry when we fell in love. If she had no heed in football she was ditched. Didn't matter a damn if she had a dowry and road frontage. Ours was a different kind of love. Monday's when we woke with our football hearts broken.

You were there when the kids were born. We passed on the baton on. The easiest gospel we ever preached. All the roaring getting them up for Mass we could have saved ourselves if the priest wore red and green vestments. They are mothers themselves now. In the car with us now on this crusade. Full driving license too. The next generation in the back. Too big a stack to be strapped in the baby seat either. A growing reminder that precious time is slipping away.

Because of you we have to put an extra set of tyres and tax the car most years. Never had a right holiday either.
Wouldn't know Lanzarote from Pavorotti.

Met a woman once who was going to Cornwall. "Ah lovely," I said by way of saying something. "Were you ever there?" she asked. "No" I replied, feeling a right idiot.

Didn't bother asking her was she in Scotstown on a cold crisp January Sunday in 1996, the day Kenny Mortimer was sent off. We burdened Kenny and his brothers with this dream too. Left it on Noel Connelly's shoulder also. Others too like Ronaldson, Geraghty, the genius Ciaran McDonald, Willie Joe and McStay. They were worthy of our hopes and aspirations. Their want was ours.

You're the reason we clutched at straws in the gale. 1985 when Mayo and Monaghan were in the All-Ireland semi-finals and some pleb told us Old Moore's predicted two M's would meet in the All-Ireland. We scoured every page for confirmation, but two M's for the Maam Cross Fair was as near as we got. We just want from you one September Sunday when an unimaginable world unfolds.

Small things will do us thereafter. A night around Christmas when the family are gathered. A warm fire and we watching the video of Mayo winning the All-Ireland Final of 2013. Hair still standing on the napes of our necks.

We'll get a nice picture too standing between Donal, Kenneth, Mickey and Colm holding the Sam Maguire. For the coffin. Our jersey strewn on the lid beside it and the congregation singing our Mayo anthem "The Green and Red of Mayo" when they wheel us out. That's what we're living a lifetime for. You're carrying us on your shoulders now. In Mayo we trust.

Good Luck

Willie McHugh

DazMarz · 21-09-2013 12:05am

That letter will be stained with the bitter tears of defeat come 5pm on Sunday, when Dublin win their 2nd All Ireland in 3 years... COYBIB!!!

:P

herisson · 22-09-2013 2:39pm

All of these really got to me. I relate to all of them.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/hnigatu/comics-that-capture-the-frustrations-of-depression

23-09-2013 9:18pm

#9 is what got me the most.

DazMarz · 29-09-2013 7:19pm

My grandmother passed away about 18 months ago. She was a great woman who had some incredible life experiences. She grew up in Ballymena, Co Antrim. She was 9 years old when World War II started. She vividly remembers nights of her and her family standing on the beach at Waterfoot, listening to the droning of the Luftwaffe bombers overhead, en route to bomb Belfast.

Before she passed away, she recorded several interviews. Telling her stories from her life. I'm listening to some of them now. But this one, that I remember her telling me years ago when I was a child, has just hit me very hard.

Late in 1943, American soldiers came to be stationed in Ballymena. Some soldiers were very young, 18 or 19. Others were middle-aged, with families behind in the States.

There was a small group of young soldiers that couldn't stay on the base the army had set up. There wasn't enough room. So the Army asked some local families if they would let the soldiers stay in their homes. My grandmother, a nurse, lived alone in her cottage, but she had two rooms to spare. Five young American soldiers stayed with her.

My grandmother looked after those boys like her own sons. She fed them the best food she could, washed their clothes, comforted them through their homesickness, told them traditional Irish stories. They were wonderful young men. Innocent to the last. None of them had ever been away from home before and were pretty upset. They all began to call her "Nanny" as a term of affection.

We loved them because they had lots of exotic American sweets and bubble gum with them and they gave it to all of us. We never had anything like that due to rationing.

For months, they lived with her and loved her. They were like big brothers to the kids. They loved it. But in the back of our minds, we knew why they were here. It wouldn't be long before they were shipped out to go to war. We were dreading that day.

It came in mid-May, 1944. The whole group of the Americans that had been based here were being sent to the South of England.

I will never forget as the five boys were leaving, they were all crying and shouting from the back of the trucks "Goodbye, Nanny. Goodbye."

They knew our address and we told them all to write to us when they could.

We never did get any letters from any of them. We never knew what happened to them. I can only think that they all died in the fighting.

The Big Smoke · 29-09-2013 8:07pm

Pixie-Fairy wrote: »

All of these really got to me. I relate to all of them.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/hnigatu/comics-that-capture-the-frustrations-of-depression

This got me hard.

Glico Man · 01-10-2013 6:01am

Saying a final goodbye

Ihatecuddles-old · 01-10-2013 6:41am

Pixie-Fairy wrote: »

All of these really got to me. I relate to all of them.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/hnigatu/comics-that-capture-the-frustrations-of-depression

The Big Smoke wrote: »

This got me hard.

I'm losing, badly. Im not an emotional person but today is one of those days where the inner me just needs someone to give her a stick.

Andrewf20 · 01-10-2013 7:15am

Blubbing in the cinema - box ticked...

Kinda mad to think its nearly 20 years since seeing the crash live on BBC.

Da Shins Kelly · 02-10-2013 1:40pm

A young Syrian father is reunited with his baby son, who he thought was dead.

Hagz · 02-10-2013 7:40pm

The Ohio State University Buckeyes team took it upon themselves to welcome one of their favourite reporters, Dom Tiberi of CBS in Colombus, back to work with a hug, after he had been absent following the tragic loss of his 21-year-old daughter in a car crash.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMa51rk7jRo

Julez · 04-10-2013 12:17pm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4h_2vBVwUA

lil'bug · 15-10-2013 10:35pm

Tinie · 18-10-2013 11:34am

Owner loosing his dog due to a house fire

DazMarz · 20-10-2013 2:24pm

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