Indeed and I do remember the lovely Mollser, but then I always had a thing for gingers. And she had a nice petulant scowl, not like Andy’s macho scowl. I remember once going to/through Sutton (of all places!) as a kid, along a street of big, broad, open, sloping gardens (no hedges) and fancy bungalows. It immediately reminded one (having grown up in the grim, treeless, terraced pebble-dashed, vandalised grey grid of Edenmore) of America TV programs/films.
Did you get one of those phones? In 1977 my sister and her cool b/f went to Canada for a holiday, Toronto with it’s fancy CN Tower, and we all had great imagery of the Olympics in Montreal the year before, super modern futuristic glamour and all that. In anyway she brought us back two things (one of which I still have) that were the best presents of the time:
A bright yellow frisbee, with a shiney gold bit in the middle. And…(bearing in mind that the film Convoy was out around then, with uber cool Kris Kristofferson, and the CB radio craze was full on)…a pair of two-way cordless ‘phones’ or whatever, that looked like the yokes they were using on the Starship Enterprise. Possibly the best gifts we ever got really. I still have the frisbee. I recently rescued it against all odds from a river in Kilmallock where my nearest and dearest had almost disastrously thrown it. Had to wade through the river. Strange place Kilmallock.
On the subject of The Hill again, that was also my first year to go there (83), and how could any year following the Dubs since ever live up to that? Miracle that many weren’t crushed that day. Barney’s goal still one of the best ever scored in an All-I final, sort of made up for ‘the goal’ in 78, a bit.
I was looking at a replay of the dreaded 2009 earwigs game again there the other day, (reminding oneself to be more than grateful for what we have had since, and still have, and hoping it won’t all come crashing down in two weeks), when as Emilia said, a thought suddenly struck me: (apart from the 17 point massacre, and my hand on my face every time we missed a goal chance, so similar to 2004 and most of the 2001 games -maybe not dissimilar to more recently(!) - and the memories of how we had become favourites to win that day and, laughably, put an end to that great Kerry team), was that considering all the negative comments the Hill support get from their fellow supporters (some on here), it was droves of people in the stands who left early that day, while the Hill stood en masse and stared til the bitter end, like some sort of poignant Beatles song.
In fact you can see in closer up shots where the Hill, specifically the reprobates and bodhran biffers right behind the goal continues to encourage, chant/sing and try to shout the lads on at various stages, even when the game is so far gone it’s in Mulligan’s having a pint with Con Houlihan.