Cute Hoors and Moses
It was 1999 Armagh in the first all Ireland semi final in 17 years. I was in the toilet in the big tree I think packed in like sardines. A big lad says do you call you Gordy?
Yes mate I replied
well me and my mates don’t like lurgan people.
I was just about to put the jukes up.
Then something twigged with me the accent wasn’t just south Armagh wasn’t cross it was camlough. I knew I was about to be the victim of a wind up.
I said “your martins mate”?
“How the hell did you know that ye cute hoor? “
I said an ear for accents lol do ye smoke ?
I said here’s what’s gonna happen here
me and youse gonna go out that toilet door shouting and roaring about fighting.
The usually ten minutes journey through the crowd outside will take 30 seconds, that crowd will part like Moses and the Red Sea.
Me and youse gonna have a cigarette and our mutual pal will hear and see the hullabaloo and won’t be able to get through the crowd to stop us.
Ten minutes later a red faced panicky Martin got out the door and me and Bra was sitting on a wall enjoying the sunshine, the beer, one of Bras fegs and generally becoming friends lol
not often ye get one over on a camlough man. Haven’t saw the Bra man in years. But sure he’s looking well there with Martin our mutual friend Martins Armagh ambulance and another Sam in the bag.
Memories that’s what it’s really all about.
