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Post by Brendan on Jan 16, 2010 16:05:58 GMT
Hi to All: Hail, rain or snow we played soccer every day. The place and venue was irrelevant, the round object full of air was kicked around for as long as our imagination and energy lasted into the night. Day or night, big or small spaces, walls, railings, fences, tarmac, dirt, grass or concrete was our Wembley Stadium. We didn’t care! For that moment in time, it fed our dreams of playing for Liverpool, Manchester United or Leeds.
Playing soccer, Gaelic football and boxing meant thriving in a fantasy of hope for the present and fuelling our dreams for the future. We all played because we loved the game. The lucky ones who had the skill made others look drab unintentionally; they were the big fish in a very small pond.
The seven barracks’ became the seven nations where competition was ripe, gripping, clean and exciting. When we weren’t playing soccer on the small green behind the garrison shop, or in front of the boiler house, or on the green across from Click O’Reilly’s house, or in the schoolyard, we’d be kicking a ball against the laundry wall, boiler house wall, or against the shed in the schoolyard until we were exhausted. The wind-down of post game analysis took place for twenty minutes beside the fuel shed, we compared our skill set to George Best, Jonny Giles and many others. The loud and tumultuous slagging became history after a nights sleep.
Good memories I must say.
Brendan
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Post by andybrennan on Jan 16, 2010 18:49:43 GMT
Brendan thats another good memory, I remember goal posts painted on any wall that had a bit of grass beside it, home made pitchs everywhere.
Andy
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Post by johnnykelly on Jan 16, 2010 19:54:31 GMT
Played soccer down in the tennis court, No 2 Range firing points,in front of the pistol /revolver range in front of the Grey homes,the ballalleys, and later on in years the 24 hour Blitz in the old Gym in front of o"Higgins Terrace,those were the days 3 goals and your in, pick up the ball and walk off,game over.standing 3/4 deep to watch the Army teams play.
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Post by Matt McNamara on Jan 16, 2010 20:25:37 GMT
Hi Brendan
This is a great thread and I am sure that it will bring back plenty memories to all the lads and maybe some of the girls from the camp. Shamtheman posted a small piece about soccer on another thread and says a lot about how we played soccer on the camp in bye gone days and deserves another showing in this thread.
Soccer Was King. We our heroes as best we could, in our heads at least. We adored Giles, Crerand, Gordon Banks, Shay Brennan, Peter Hutchinson, Terry Cooper, the Charltons, Stanley Bowles, Paddy Mulligan and God Himself, Georgie! Matches could last for 10, 20 or even 120 minutes, depending on numbers, weather, rows (of which there were many) or whether the fella who owned the ball got the hump or got called in for his tea! One thing's for sure, with jumpers for goalposts, we never hit the post or got a rebound from the crossbar.
Matt
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Post by andybrennan on Jan 16, 2010 20:36:45 GMT
Ah Johnny must have being dangerous playing on the Ranges you must have headed quite a few bullets.
Andy
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