On Saturday I was actually in the country for the Ballyclabber Football Tournament for a change. Most of Faughan were on holiday however, so I played for fellow Westerners, Bready. The first 2 groups had 4 teams in them, and the rest had 3. We ended up in the group of death with ‘Mick’s Muckers’ (Offie, Sweeney, Nate & Michael Hawthorne, Philip Aiken), Lisburn and Carrick. There were about 20 teams altogether. Here are a few snaps:
A video of Alan Blackwell surging forward, and getting a nosebleed, in the same match
Bready’s first match was against Mick’s Muckers. They took the lead with a speculative long range shot from Offie, before he added a better second. I pulled one back for Bready. This time I didn’t forget my dance, I just forgot to do it, however the crowd soon reminded me so I obliged. We still lost however, and we went on to lose to Lisburn 1-0, leaving us with beating Carrick the only thing left to play for. Here’s a few snaps from Carrick’s 0-0 draw with Lisburn:
Peter’s pointing has been well documented on this website
In the big match itself, Carrick changed their tactics, with Joel coming outfield and heading in the opener. We came back however with 2 goals from Mr. Skills, which sent Lisburn through behind Mick’s Muckers, and Carrick finished bottom.
Lisburn faced controversial opponents in the quarter final. Ballymoney Galacitcos, in full kit, had obviously been on their way to play a proper match when instead they turned up at Ballyclabber. They must have kidnapped the Cloughmills team and tied them up somewhere, keeping Adam so he could negotiate with the RPs. They played Adam in nets, although forced him to wear pyjama bottoms rather than shorts so he wouldn’t be able to get far in the stifling heat if he tried to escape. Lisburn put up a brave fight, but lost on penalties with Jonny hitting the bar.
The Galacticos Cloughmills were drawn with ‘Dromara’ (Gareth Kerr and his mate John who reads AWS, plus some randomers) in the semi-final. Both keepers, being the only RPs, received huge cheers whenever they touched the ball. For once the ‘Who are ya?’ chant was a genuine question. Mick’s Muckers beat Convoy in the other semi-final, and then Convoy beat Dromara in the 3rd-place game.
Then it was down to the final.
Offie missed the first pen, but Sweeney saved Cloughmills’ first to keep them in it (penalties are sudden death from the start). They scored another 2 each before Nathan blazed over the bar, and ‘Cloughmills’ were champions
A few additions to the Camp post
Also I forgot to mention another great comedy moment. When we got back from the Share Centre, we were getting stuff out of the boot of the bus and young Steve McCollum climbed right in to get some boxes at the back. Then the bus started to drive off! We managed to get the bus stopped before it drove Steve to Portadown, but the look on his face as it started driving off was priceless!